Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 368: After Modification - The Real Topic

"I am certain Mr. Yang doesn’t know that Han Qingqiu is a disciple of this seat. The most important thing is that she is the successor to the Xuanwu Sect from this seat. If Mr. Yang can form an alliance with Han Qingqiu, he will become the husband of the next Sect Master. This alone shows my sincerity!"

Upon hearing this, even though Yang Tian knew everything Linglong was saying was just a lie, he still felt a bit embarrassed and rubbed his nose awkwardly.

How should one introduce themselves?

However, let’s not dwell on it—Yang Tian has always been straightforward in expressing his feelings. If it is unintentional, it’s just an indifferent gesture; if intentional, it’s a fury akin to what he feels for Ji Yanran.

Moreover, Yang Tian had already made up his mind, and he wasn’t going to change it.

So, he immediately chuckled and said, "Thank you for your kind intention, but I already have a wife."

"You already have a wife?"

Linglong was visibly surprised upon hearing this.

It’s not that, as a strong cultivator, he doesn’t respect the rules of the world.

It’s just that Han Qingqiu, as the next Xuan Girl, is by no means vulgar, and her appearance as well is the pinnacle. Any man would be moved upon hearing this, wouldn’t they?

But Yang Tian refused?

And there wasn’t an ounce of hesitation in his refusal. No room left for negotiation.

This made Linglong curious, prompting her to ask, "What does your wife look like?"

"Appearance is about the external features, but Han Qingqiu and I should be no different!" Yang Tian candidly replied.

Ji Yanran’s beauty was indeed remarkable, but Han Qingqiu, as an Advanced Martial Artist, possessed elegance and attributes far superior to the average person. To be honest, in terms of temperament alone, Ji Yanran might slightly fall short compared to Han Qingqiu.

After all, their realms differ, and so do their temperaments.

"What about her strength?" Linglong asked again after hearing this.

"Mingjin Stage. With a few more years of cultivation here, perhaps she could further improve her strength," Yang Tianxiao said.

Mingjin Stage? That’s it?

A common ant?

When Linglong heard this, her eyebrows furrowed deeply, and she couldn’t help asking, "So, does this mean that your wife’s status must be very high?"

"She is a daughter abandoned by her family; it’s hardly worth mentioning!" Yang Tian still replied honestly.

After this statement, Linglong’s delicate brows knit tighter than ever, and it left her perplexed, prompting her to ask further, "So regardless of status or strength, your wife lacks in every aspect. How could Mr. Yang abandon my disciple and insist on respecting his wife?"

Here, it seemed Linglong didn’t even leave time for Yang Tian to rebut as she continued, "With Yang Tian’s innate extraordinary power and longevity far beyond the norm, even magnified dozens of times, wouldn’t your wife fail to stand with you in cultivation?"

Yang Tian smiled and pointed at his heart. "She is the honor in my joy, the companion in my adversity, and she will never abandon me! She has sacrificed so much for my Yang Family! Status doesn’t matter; when my wife treats me sincerely, it’s worth everything. As for longevity and strength..."

As he spoke, Yang Tian slowly stood up, lowered his hands, and looked up at the stars. With pride, he laughed, "With my dignity alone, what is the significance of mere longevity? She can live forever."

Drumming, rumbling sounds!

At this moment, while standing proudly on the mountaintop, Yang Tian suddenly felt his heart pulse faster.

For a moment, due to Yang Tian’s bold stance, it left Linglong and others feeling stirred.

What a proud figure he is!

But soon Linglong’s emotions calmed down.

In the refined realm, private feelings of love are ephemeral; the most important matters are gains and losses—opportunities to pursue, clan legacy, and strength.

So gazing back at Yang Tian, Linglong realized that her remarks couldn’t sway his steadfast heart and finally extended her palm slowly.

At that instant, Yang Tian did not turn but responded with a faint smile while saying, "Have you finally reached the point of revealing your real goal?"

Revealing my true objective?

Looking at Yang Tian’s back and listening to his words, Linglong suddenly clenched her hand tightly. free𝑤ebnovel.com

Could Yang Tian have already discerned the true purpose of her invitation?

Did Jiang Lan endorse Yang Family’s moves for this precise moment?

Even though she believed she had thoroughly concealed her psychological fluctuations from Jiang Lan, Yang Tian could perceive it?

Even the flaws of someone as skilled as Han Qingqiu could be effortlessly used against her if needed.

If so, or if Yang Tian had truly seen through her schemes, then Yang Tian’s mind was akin to that of a demon!

But is there truly such a young man in this world?

Now that it has been exposed, Linglong naturally felt it pointless to mask her intentions further. With a sudden cold smile, she said, "I didn’t expect Mr. Yang to be so mindful despite his youth. Now that you’ve understood, this seat shall speak openly."

"Hand over your skills and abandon your breakthroughs—this seat will cease its pursuit!"

Surrender his skills?

Upon hearing this, Yang Tian slowly turned around but did not look directly at Linglong. Instead, he gazed at her surrounding entourage with a faint smile and asked, "Is it their intention, perhaps?"

Their intention?

Are there others present here?

When Linglong heard this, her expression changed instantly, quickly glancing behind her.

Suddenly, faint laughter echoed, as ten figures emerged slowly from the shadows behind Linglong.

These ten figures, male and female, young and old, each emanating a mysterious and enigmatic presence.

They all carried the strength of Divine Power!

And the leading figure was none other than someone familiar to Linglong—it was Hee Chong Taoist, one of the Xuantian Sect’s seven factions!

As for the others, they were old acquaintances as well, each representing a master or elder from the Seven Sects.

"Why... why are you here?" Linglong stared at Hee Chong Taoist with evident shock.

"Why?"

Hee Chong Taoist initially chuckled before saying, "Within the Seven Schools, you’re not the only one keen on the Xuan Girl’s prodigious talents. This boy carries untold opportunities within his very being!"

"Opportunities?"

Linglong nodded slightly upon hearing this but continued to ask with curiosity, "This seat naturally understands the brilliance of those present, yet there remains something unclear. Even if the other five factions managed to deduce this, how could they act so swiftly? Why did the Xuantian Sect forsake this one chance and collude with them? You, Hee Chong Taoist, are certainly not this magnanimous!"

"Of course!"

Hee Chong Taoist nodded affirmatively and said, "But the reason this seat outwits you lies in conducting thorough investigations before dealing with adversaries!"

"Investigations? What do you mean?" Linglong’s curiosity was piqued.

She had naturally learned much from Jiang Lan about Yang Tian, but being old and seasoned cultivators, those of Divine Power could deduce most things with ease. What significance did such inquiries hold?

And what relation exists with the other five factions?

Seeing Linglong’s perplexed expression, Hee Chong Taoist chuckled softly and said, "It seems even the renowned and exquisite Xuan Girl possesses moments of blissful ignorance. The Emperor’s intention was indeed the initiative, but to avoid rash decisions and uncertainty regarding Divine Power’s depths, the Emperor chose first to seek allies!"

"Allies? What kind of allies?" Linglong inquired with even more curiosity.

Hee Chong Taoist smiled and replied, "Someone who has resided in the Southern Border for a long time—a peerless figure of the same era. A divine woman like yourself cannot possibly lack knowledge of him, can you?"

Resided in the Southern Border for a long time?

And still a cultivator of that bygone era?

Upon hearing this, Linglong immediately furrowed her brows sharply, but realization dawned quickly as she replied, "It’s him, isn’t it?"

"Indeed! It seems you’ve finally remembered the man revered by the Miao Clan in the Southern Border, the ancient Divine Spirit whose name invokes fear—the Magic God known as the Ogre," Hee Chong Taoist laughed while stroking his beard.

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