The Divine Dao Alchemy Emperor
Chapter 2
Zhang Yuan almost went crazy. He actually received two slaps from the trash! In his anger, he did not consider how a piece of trash only at the second layer of Body Refining Level could slap someone at the fourth layer of Body Refining Level twice. Opening his mouth to release a huge roar, he pounced at Ling Han.
There was only one thought in his head now, and that was to ruthlessly beat up this piece of trash!
His one punch was filled with great force, bringing along a breeze as it headed towards its target.
Ling Han was strangely calm and unable to move. In his previous life, he was naturally able to get rid of ten thousand Zhang Yuan with a flick of his finger, but now he only had the strength of the second layer of the Body Refining Level.
The difference in strength was somewhat problematic, but that was it. The one who controlled this body, however, was a former Heaven Level warrior! His strength may have been lost, but his insight remained!
Zhang Yuan only needed to raise his hands or move his legs, and Ling Han would be able to deduce where his punch would be headed and where his legs would move. As a result, by the time Zhang Yuan's punch flew out, Ling Han had already reacted.
"Yes!"
The fist hit its target and Zhang Yuan revealed a cold grin. After being hit with his punch, his overwhelming strength would instantly cause Ling Han to lose all means of resistance, leaving him completely at the mercy of his opponent.
He has reached his target!
"Now?"
Zhang Yuan's face revealed his shock; although his punch seemed to have hit Ling Han's face, it actually missed by a slight margin — Ling Han managed to take a step back in time and barely managed to dodge his fist.
His fists stopped right in front of the tip of Ling Han's nose. It almost touched him, calculated perfectly as if he had used a ruler to measure the distance carefully.
'That must be a coincidence, ' Zhang Yuan thought in his heart.
And it was at this moment that Ling Han's palm once again flew towards him.
"Pa!" A loud and sharp voice rang out, and Zhang Yuan received another loud slap.
"Suck!" Zhang Yuan spat out a mouthful of saliva, shouted loudly, and once again launched his fist, punching towards Ling Han.
"Yes!" Zhang Yuan's fist once again missed. It was as if Ling Han was moving at the same time as his upper body flew backwards! Using both hands to push himself off the ground, his right foot automatically kicked out, hitting the spot between Zhang Yuan's legs with a soft voice.
"Ao-!" Even if his cultivation was at the fourth layer of the Body Refining Level, it didn't matter — he would still not be able to have the ability of an "iron ball", and this kick had hit his target strongly. Zhang Yuan suddenly knelt down, both of his hands gripping his crotch as huge droplets of cold sweat appeared on his face.
"You're very dangerous!" Zhang Yuan twitched, his entire face so twisted that it looked inhumane.
I said, "All right!"
Ling Han once again slapped him. Zhang Yuan's mouth opened, and spat out several broken teeth. Ling Han naturally did not sympathize with him, and said, "A dog will always be a dog; as expected, it will not be able to spit out tusks." [1]
Zhang Yuan was furious. He had actually been made to kneel on the ground and received a loud slap from someone in the second layer of the Body Refining Level ... What kind of humiliation is this? He wanted to counterattack, but the kick his soldiers received had instantly eliminated all of his strength to fight back. Every move he makes his balls hurt.
But he definitely could not let Ling Han ruin Ling Zhong Kuan's important business. Otherwise, if he was unable to complete the task that others had given him...following Ling Zhong Kuan's character, he would definitely be killed.
"Han, Young Master Han, listen to me, you can't leave this place. Actually, you have been poisoned, once you leave this room, you will die from the poison," his mind was anxious so he tried to quickly think of something that would make Ling Han stay here.
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Ling Han could not help but smile. Did he think that this kind of monstrous act would be able to deceive him? He flew up and kicked Zhang Yuan away. He had no spare time to waste on this henchman, he had to stop Ling Zhong Kuan's evil plan from succeeding. Otherwise, his father would have risked his life just to benefit others.
As for Zhang Yuan? Ling Han naturally would not consider this kind of minor character. After all, Ling Zhong Kuan only needed to see him appear, and would naturally come to deal with Zhang Yuan. He didn't have to dirty his own hands.
The criminal's accomplice, he just blames himself, and doesn't deserve the slightest bit of sympathy.
Ling Han stepped forward. After a few minutes, he arrived at the inner door to the living room. He had yet to enter but could already hear a loud and old voice: "Miss Liu, please, please!"
The living room has both an inside and an outside door. The inner door is connected to the inner court, while the outer door will lead to the main door. Looking out through the curtains, he could see a group of five people coming in. The group consisted of five people: four men, one woman.
Other than the young lady, Ling Han could recognize the four men. They were all Ling Clan clans. One of them was an old man, the Chief Servant, Ling Zhong Kuan. Two of the other three were middle-aged men around forty years old, both sons of Ling Zhong Kuan. The latter was a young man, older than Ling Han by about a year or two, and it was none other than Ling Zhong Kuan's eldest grandson, Ling Mu Yuan.
Ling Han looked towards the only woman in the group. Even with his vision from his previous life as one at Heaven Level, his eyes became bright. This young lady is really pretty. Her appearance was autumn-like, her skin as white as the moon. She seemed to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, but already had an elegant demeanor and beauty that could bring disaster to the country and people.
It was just that his aura was as cold as he was an iceberg, driving away anyone who dared to approach.
This young girl must be the one sent by Hu Yang Academy, what a coincidence.
"Now?"
Ling Han's eyes widened slightly. He had discovered something even more coincidental, and his lips could not help but smile.
The two sides sat separately in their positions as guests and hosts. A few maids came forward to serve the fragrant tea and stood respectfully on the side of the five-man chair.
"Is the person from the Ling Clan you sent to the academy ready?" Liu Yu Tong opened his mouth and spoke, his voice cold and melodious, with a hint of disdain. What he hated the most were the people who would enter the academy through the back door. Even though he was ordered to come here, he did not have a good feeling towards this little brother's prospective disciple.
"Ready, ready!" Ling Zhong Kuan hurriedly spoke. Even though he was old enough to be the grandfather of that young girl, both sides had the same level, the Elemental Gathering Level.
One's skills in martial arts were independent of age. Only the strong will be respected.
Ling Zhong Kuan even felt that the level of this young girl was slightly higher than hers – she was at the sixth layer of the Element Collection Level, while this girl could be of the seventh layer, she was at the sixth layer, or maybe even eighth.
This also caused him to become even more excited about sending his own grandson to Hu Yang Academy. In a few years, he would be on a higher level than Ling Dong Xing and help him seize the position of Clan Head.
"Mu Yun, come quickly and greet your Sister Disciple Liu!" The old man turned around and spoke to Ling Mu Yuan.
"Yes, grandpa!" Ling Mu Yun spoke with great respect. Holding his hand towards Liu Yu Tong, he said, "Mu Yun greet Older Sister Disciple Liu!" There was heat in his eyes. He felt a wild ambition when he saw this cold, beautiful, and incomparable beauty.
He believed that, with enough time spent together, he would be able to capture the heart of beauty.
Liu Yu Tong was slightly surprised. He remembered that the person from the Ling Clan he was going to guard was named Ling Han. But that's not his business. He was only responsible for bringing someone from the Ling Clan back to the academy.
"Because it's ready, then let's go" he said calmly.
"Miss Liu, why don't you stay for a few days in our humble abode, so that we can express a little bit of our gratitude?" Ling Zhong Kuan hurriedly said. He wanted to be close to this young girl, and in the future, he could also take care of his granddaughter.
"No need!" Liu Yu Tong refused coldly, turned around and was about to leave.
"Please wait!" a voice rang out, and Ling Han stepped out.
The faces of Ling Zhong Kuan and his group changed slightly. No matter how much they underestimated this trash of the Ling Clan, they were thieves now.
"Sister Han, aren't you hurt? Quickly return to your room to rest," Ling Mu Yun reacted the fastest. He shot forward and reached Ling Han's side, extending his hand. He wanted to fall on Ling Han at the first moment, without giving the others a chance to open his mouth.
He was at the seventh layer of the Body Refining Level, and his strength was not something Zhang Yuan could compare with.