The Great Xia Imperial Dynasty bordered Great Zhou.
With the speed of the Nine Dragon Golden Chariot, it only took three days to reach the Great Xia border.
Along the way, Ling Xiao settled Ye Qingchan and Ning'er within his Domain World.
He also perfected the Wind Dao Principle, thoroughly securing a means of self-preservation.
With both Wind and Thunder Dao Principles perfected, whether he could defeat a Divine Emperor was hard to say.
But with the Wind and Thunder Divine Wings, when it came to escape speed, Ling Xiao wasn't targeting anyone specific, but everyone in Sheng Zhou was trash.
And that Nine Dragons Heaven-Locking Grand Formation was also deployed within his Domain World.
Using two spirit veins as the array eyes to activate the grand formation could shake a Divine Emperor.
If nine veins were used as eyes, even if the Domain World hadn't yet developed the power of heaven and earth, Ling Xiao was confident he could use this ancient, marvelous array to trap and kill a Divine Emperor expert.
"Big brother, where are we going now?" In a dilapidated small town on the Great Xia border.
The three of them sat at a roadside tea stall, drinking tea and having some snacks.
Ye Qingchan rested her chin in her hands, her gentle eyes watching the young man before her.
These past few days were probably the happiest time of her life.
But inexplicably, she always felt that the day of leaving Ling Xiao seemed... not far away.
"The Great Xia Imperial Palace!" Ling Xiao took a small sip of tea. But the moment he turned his head, he saw a young figure in coarse clothes pass by his sight.
The tea he had just drunk instantly sprayed out.
"Young master! What's wrong?" Ye Qingchan's eyes turned cold, Dao Principle power faintly spreading around her.
The entire ancient street instantly turned bitterly cold. If it weren't already deep winter, it might have caused panic among the common people.
"It's... it's nothing..." Ling Xiao shook his head, reached out, and patted Ning'er's little head. "Ning'er, are you full? If you are, go back to the Heavenly Hall with Sister Qingchan to rest, alright?"
"Okay!" Ning'er nodded obediently, while Ye Qingchan just glanced suspiciously at the young figure at the end of the street.
A... Profound Clear Realm person, how could he catch the young master's eye?
Of course, even after following Ling Xiao for so long, Ye Qingchan couldn't guess what Luck Points or the System were.
So, in her eyes, the young master was mysterious, mighty, unpredictable in temperament, and... loved her.
Only after the two vanished did Ling Xiao step forward and chase in the direction the youth had left.
Just now, it seemed like I saw 2000 Luck Points flash before my eyes...?
Truly worthy of turbulent times!!
Talents emerge in masses; are Sons of Fate just strolling around the streets now?
And!!
Most importantly, that Son of Fate was only at the early Profound Clear Realm!!
And, judging by his age, he was clearly over twenty.
How is that possible?
In this land of Sheng Zhou, any monster with a bit of luck had now opened their Soul Palace and reached the Breakthrough Realm, right?
This youth's Luck Points, while not as exaggerated as Ling Tian and the others, were similar to Su Yan and the rest.
But why was his cultivation so low?
Another case of a waste rising?
Doesn't seem like it!
In this border town, there isn't even a decent cultivation family, so where would a fallen ancient clan come from?
Whose template is he following?
But... who cares?
The leek has delivered itself to my doorstep; how could I not harvest it?
You think I really like eating leeks?
If not for their miraculous effects...
Thinking about Nian Qingyun, Ye Qingchan, Su Yan, Lin Meng...
Hiss, hiss!
Gotta eat when you can! Eat vigorously!!!
Ling Xiao's figure suddenly vanished, reappearing in front of a medicinal shop in the city.
The youth in coarse clothes was walking out, carrying two large packages of medicinal herbs, looking flustered, and nearly bumped into Ling Xiao's arms.
"Sorry, sorry! Young master... I'm sorry..." His eyes were very clear, his face showing a simple apology.
"It's fine." Ling Xiao shook his head with a smile, but the youth bowed and then rushed off towards the city outskirts.
"Madam, what's your surname?" Ling Xiao walked into the medicinal shop and asked casually.
"My surname is Xun."
"Oh? Xun as in lavender?"
"Xun as in Zhao, Qian, Xun, Li!"
Ling Xiao raised an eyebrow, looking playfully at the still charming proprietress in her forties.
I could also have the surname Bie, Bie as in Longma!
"What's the name of that young man from earlier?"
"Him? His name is Han Zhan. He's a disciple of the Wen Xian Sect outside the city." The proprietress smiled charmingly, fiddling with her abacus.
"What medicine did he get?"
Ling Xiao raised an eyebrow. Han Zhan?
I'll... also shiver then.
Both rustic and ugly, truly the standard for a Son of Fate.
"This... Young master... Our shop has principles; we can't casually..."
Clink.
"Hehehe, of course, for a young master like you who cares for the world, you clearly look like a righteous knight. Could it be the young master pities Han Zhan? That's right, he is quite pitiful..." The proprietress swiftly pocketed a spirit stone that had fallen on the counter, her eyes instantly sparkling.
"Get to the point." Ling Xiao spoke indifferently. The charming woman instantly felt a chill all over her body, beads of sweat the size of beans dripping from her forehead, nearly collapsing to the ground.
"That Han Zhan's master is said to be a great cultivator, but he suffered extremely severe injuries in a fight before and can only sustain his life with medicine. Han Zhan originally had an elder martial sister; she used to come down the mountain to get the medicine. But a while ago, his elder martial sister suddenly disappeared, so for the past six months, he's been the one coming down to buy medicine."
"Oh? This plot sounds somewhat familiar." Ling Xiao raised an eyebrow. No wonder... Han Zhan's cultivation is so weak.
So it's not a waste rising!
"His master has a strange temper, often beating and scolding Han Zhan. Today was better; before, every time I saw him, his face and body were covered in bruises... Sigh... I suspect his elder martial sister probably couldn't take the torment and ran away." The medicinal shop proprietress shook her head slightly. When she looked up again, the white-robed young master was gone.
"Ah!! A ghost!! No... must be an immortal..."
Meanwhile, Ling Xiao left the medicinal shop, exited the ancient city, and followed a mountain path towards a distant desolate mountain.
From afar, he could see a dilapidated ancient hall atop the mountain.
This was likely the Wen Xian Sect mentioned by the medicinal shop owner.
"The master is at the late Profound Clear Realm, the disciple at the early Profound Clear Realm? It seems... this leek is almost ripe. If I don't harvest it now, it might be too late." Ling Xiao grinned sinisterly. Based on his understanding, Han Zhan's elder martial sister was most likely... refined into medicine or a puppet by his master.
Right now, the master and disciple were probably on the verge of falling out.
And what he needed to do was naturally... help them pierce that thin layer of paper, shatter his Dao Heart, plunder his Luck Points, and then...
Hehehe.
With Ling Xiao's current cultivation, let alone two Profound Clear Realm individuals, even an ordinary Divine Emperor might not detect his aura.
Therefore, this Wen Xian Sect or whatever was no different from his own backyard.
As Ling Xiao spread his divine sense, he easily sensed the room where Han Zhan's master was.
And whether it was a puppet or refined medicine, Han Zhan's elder martial sister was definitely in his master's hands.
Of course, since Han Zhan was a Son of Fate, he was probably the true cure his crippled master saw to relieve his ailments.
So...
Ling Xiao stood outside the door, peering through the window at an old man lying on a bed inside, barely breathing, and a human head soaking in a clay jar beside the bed.
As expected!!
The mortal stream, quite interesting.