3988 No Temper
The envoy from the Donglin Imperial Clan faltered upon hearing this. What other way was there?
"Come and experience it for yourself!" Ling Han rushed over and threw a punch at the envoy from the Donglin Imperial Clan.
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The envoy was so furious that smoke was about to come out of his nostrils. He was an envoy from the Imperial Clan, and you f****** actually dare to use force against him?
Boom! However, Ling Han's fist smashed over like a great star, forcing him to face it head-on.
With this strike, his whole person was instantly sent sliding backwards, creating a very long mark on the ground.
What terrifying power!
This envoy thought internally. He felt that though his right hand was raised, he had lost all feeling, as if it did not belong to him.
Ling Han strode forwards, and threw another punch.
The envoy could only switch to another hand to parry. Peng, his whole person slid backwards once more.
Just as Ling Han was about to walk over and deliver his third punch, he hurriedly said, "I believe you! I believe you!"
Only then did Ling Han stop. He shrugged, and said, "You see, my method is faster, right?"
The envoy was already cursing in his mind. He furiously retrieved an invitation and tossed it at Ling Han, a cold glint in his eyes.
At first, he had wanted to take advantage of the fact that he was an envoy of the Imperial Clan, and put on airs, so he could enjoy the pleasure of being ingratiated with by a supreme prodigy. If he could still get some benefits, that would be even better. He had not thought that Ling Han would not play by the rules at all, and directly threw a punch, which ruined all his plans.
Damn it, he was really too detestable.
"Ding Yi, don't regret this!" he couldn't help but say.
"What do I regret?" Ling Han smiled faintly, "What you mean is that when I go to the Donglin Imperial Clan in the future, you will trip me up and make things difficult for me? Hehe, don't think too highly of yourself."
"Emissary of the Imperial Clan? Haha, this is only what you think. You are only an errand boy, so what is there to be proud of?"
"I'm not even afraid of Fu Huoyang, so how could I be afraid of a minor character like you?"
"Furthermore, with how heroic and extraordinary I am, it is highly possible that I will become the ideal son-in-law for the Donglin Imperial Clan in the future. At that time, you would still have to kneel down to receive me!"
There was one other thing that Ling Han didn't say, and that was that this was a fake identity. No matter how much trouble "Ding Yi" caused, it had nothing to do with Ling Han.
Meanwhile, the large black dog gestured with his paw at Ling Han, meaning that his skin was thick enough, and he had inherited the large black dog's bearing.
The envoy was completely stupefied. He had no choice but to admit that what Ling Han said was very logical. He was not a descendant of the Imperial Clan at all. He was only an errand boy. To compete with someone that the Imperial Clan had a high opinion of, was he worthy?
Furthermore, Ling Han was indeed extraordinary, and his battle merits were terrifying. It was very possible that this kind of person would gain the notice of the Donglin Imperial Clan, and be taken in as a son-in-law.
Was this someone he could compare to?
"Scram!" Ling Han shouted lightly.
The envoy didn't dare to say another harsh word, and he ran away with his tail between his legs.
Ling Han merely smiled, and did not take this matter to heart. What pleasure could there be in stepping on a mere servant?
If he wanted to step on someone, he would be stepping on someone like Fu Huoyang.
"Are we going back to the Nine Suns Holy Land now?" The large black dog approached and asked. There was still half a year until the grand gathering of the Donglin Imperial Clan.
Ling Han shook his head, and said, "If we return to the Holy Land on our own, half a year might not even be enough time for a journey. There's no need to waste this time." He paused, then continued, "Let's cultivate here."
By now, he had already received an invitation from the Donglin Imperial Clan. This meant that he was a guest of the Donglin Imperial Clan. If anyone dared to make a move on him, that would be equivalent to slapping the Donglin Imperial Clan across the face. Who would dare?
Hence, he was very safe now. This was a life-saving golden medallion.
The large black dog thought that hewas right, so he didn't say anything else.
The man and dog settled down, cultivating earnestly every day.
Ling Han put up a high bounty for the purchase of Feng Lin Stones on the Galaxy Network. The heavens do not disappoint those who persist. In other words, as long as one offered a high enough price, there was nothing that could not be bought. Finally, someone contacted Ling Han. He had Feng Lin Stones in his possession.
The two of them used the Galaxy Network as an intermediary to complete this transaction.
Ling Han immediately began to concoct the Wind Stream Pill. For the Alchemy Emperor, this was naturally not difficult at all. He only failed three times before successfully concocting it.
As he cultivated, he also concocted alchemical pills, using money to make money, and continued to buy Feng Lin Stones.
One after another, Wind Stream Pills were ingested, and the growth of the Primal Chaos Celestial Core instantly sped up, and the melting of the only Celestial Cauldron was also speeding up.
The early stage of the Core Formation Tier was different from previous cultivation levels, and belonged to the category that could be cultivated at any time, because there was no need to draw on the power of heaven and earth for this. It was completely his own business, and that was to refine the Celestial Cauldron and use it as fertilizer for the Celestial Core.
Of course, the stronger the power of heaven and earth, the faster the speed of refining the Celestial Core, but it would not be overwhelmingly fast.
Thus, aside from concocting alchemical pills, Ling Han was constantly cultivating.
In the blink of an eye, half a year had passed.
At this moment, in Ling Han's mind, the three legs of the only Celestial Cauldron had already disappeared. This meant that he was already halfway through the early stage of the Core Formation Tier, and his power had also improved, reaching Ninth Heaven.
In this way, he could cultivate to the peak stage of the early stage of the Core Formation Tier, and his power should be able to reach Ten Heavens.
This was too shocking.
The large black dog's improvement wasn't small either. He had reached Eight Cauldrons, and peak stage of Eight Cauldrons at that.. However, it wasn't easy to take the step into Nine Cauldrons. The large black dog also needed a large amount of time to accumulate his power. Then, he would burst his accumulated power and see if he had a chance to take this step.
Weng, Ling Han's body suddenly emitted light.
He faltered for a moment before coming to his senses. It was time for the prodigy gathering hosted by the Donglin Imperial Clan. The teleportation was about to begin.
The Transfer Formation wsa not activated at the first instant, clearly giving him some time to make preparations.
"Old Black," Ling Han called out.
"Grandpa Dog is here." The large black dog leaped over.
Ling Han grabbed hold of the large black dog and wrapped it in his mystical power. In this way, they would be able to teleport together.
The large black dog's expression was also filled with anticipation. He had never tried such a high-level teleportation before.
Then… there was no 'then'.
The light was still surging, and they could see that the man and bull were embracing each other tightly. The atmosphere appeared slightly awkward.
"Er, why hasn't this Transfer begun yet?" Ling Han asked.
"It won't stay like this forever, right?" The large black dog also began to stick out his tongue, "Grandpa Dog isn't gay. Furthermore, even if Grandpa Dog wants to be gay, he would still go find a pretty boy!"
Ling Han was just about to kick him, but right at this moment, that light suddenly surged violently. Xiu, Ling Han and the large black dog disappeared from where they were standing.
They had finally been teleported.
There was a blur in front of Ling Han's eyes, and when Ling Han could clearly see what was ahead of him, he had already arrived at a plaza. He saw that there were people all around him, both men and women. All of them had soaring auras, and possessed intimidating vigor.
Those who were qualified to come here were naturally all prodigies of their respective regions.
"Ding Yi!" A voice rang out, and Fu Huoyang flew over from the distance. He stood in midair, looking down on Ling Han.
"Hehe, little friend of the Fu Clan, no matter what grudges you have against each other, you are not allowed to make a move in this period of time." An elder immediately appeared, issuing a warning to Fu Huoyang.
Fu Huoyang sneered at Ling Han before turning around to leave.
He had no choice but to take the Imperial Clan's warning seriously. After all, he was only from a side branch, and not the Imperial Son.
