Feng Qingyang stood with his hands behind his back, letting out a long sigh, seemingly disinterested:

"I don’t want to see you anymore."

"But, Elder Martial Uncle, Cheng Yaojin is Ding Ling’s enemy. How could he be our enemy?!"

Linghu Chong fell to his knees, unwilling to leave, even more unwilling to believe this fact.

"Ding Ling and I have long become confidants through Sword Dao. His enemies are my enemies, do you understand?"

There was a period of daily discussions on the Dao with Ding Ling.

Feng Qingyang was completely won over by Ding Ling.

From the bottom of his heart, he regarded Ding Ling as a friend, a confidant, rather than a disciple.

"Elder Martial Uncle, Ding Ling is not your disciple?"

Linghu Chong was shocked.

"I am not qualified to be his master."

Feng Qingyang frowned and reminded him:

"Ding Ling’s talent is unparalleled in the world, few can match him, no, it should be said that from ancient times to the present, it’s almost impossible for anyone to surpass Ding Ling’s talent in Sword Dao.

He is such a prodigy.

How dare I be his master? Being able to discuss the Dao with him is a blessing of three lifetimes."

Hearing Feng Qingyang praise Ding Ling so highly,

Linghu Chong’s body trembled violently, his face turning increasingly pale and ugly.

He found Ding Ling displeasing to the eye and had several times thought of competing in sword fighting with him.

But now hearing Feng Qingyang’s words.

If they really competed in sword fighting.

Wouldn’t Linghu Chong just be humiliating himself?

Thinking of this,

Linghu Chong felt incredibly uncomfortable and oppressed, nearly spitting out a mouthful of thick blood.

"Take care of yourself."

Feng Qingyang waved his sleeve, his figure shifted, and in an instant, he was gone like a breeze from the spot.

"Elder Martial Uncle!"

Linghu Chong shouted several times, but Feng Qingyang’s figure was nowhere to be seen.

He rose dejectedly, stumbling down the mountain, encountering Fan Kuai midway.

Fan Kuai scanned Linghu Chong disdainfully and contemptuously, brushing past him.

Linghu Chong, agitated, instinctively called out ’you’, but was sent flying a yard away by a backhand palm wind from Fan Kuai:

"Seeing you makes me sick, get lost!"

Fan Kuai shouted:

"If it weren’t for Elder Feng’s sake, you’d be a corpse by now!"

Linghu Chong’s expression changed slightly, but he knew Fan Kuai wasn’t lying.

Staying here indeed made him neither fish nor fowl.

His heart was bitter.

Yet he didn’t think he was wrong.

The Cheng Yaojin he befriended was such a hero. Now even he was dead.

What more could he do?!

Shortly after leaving Reflection Cliff.

He encountered his little martial sister. Before he could speak, she brightened up, and charmingly called out:

"Senior Brother."

"Little Martial Sister."

Linghu Chong felt a slight joy and was about to step forward when he saw Yue Buqun coldly watching from the side, making him feel as if doused in cold water, and he turned to leave resentfully.

"Is this okay?"

Ning Zhongze felt for Linghu Chong:

"After all, we raised him. Can’t we forgive him just this time?"

"How many times have we forgiven him?"

Yue Buqun thundered in anger:

"I long decided to designate him as the next Sect Leader of the Huashan Sect! But how did he repay me? Befriending that filthy thief Tian Boguang was bad enough.

Entangled with Yilin of the Heng Mountain Sect, causing all sorts of foolish, reckless matters was dismissible.

Mixing with various Demon Dao people of the Jianghu!

Now he has even reached the point of intending to lay hands on Hero Ding’s friends and family!

If Hero Ding found out? It’d be intolerable!!

Hmph! He has long since fallen! I advised him over and over again. But he just wouldn’t listen.

I have no such disciple!

He’s not a member of the Huashan Sect!"

Ning Zhongze opened her mouth to say something, but in the end, couldn’t say anything.

For Linghu Chong had done indeed too many foolish things.

Wantonly and recklessly, disregarding consequences, only caring for his own carefree enjoyment.

Without thinking how hard it was for the Huashan Sect standing behind him.

"Alas."

Ning Zhongze sighed deeply.

Yue Lingshan stood in place, looking at the Yue couple, then back at Linghu Chong’s departing figure, feeling an unspeakable sadness and helplessness.

At this moment.

She thought of Ding Ling. If Ding Ling were here, wouldn’t this matter be easily resolved?

...

...

The Smiling, Proud Wanderer World did not cease to operate because of Ding Ling’s departure.

On the contrary, it became more tumultuous and unpredictable.

Without Ding Ling, the world’s number one, to suppress!

And with Ascenders increasing in number.

The competition for Martial Arts Secret Manuals and Great Medicine occurred frequently, making the Jianghu increasingly chaotic.

As for this.

Ding Ling was unaware.

At this moment.

He had ascended to the world of the Divine Condor.

Neighing!

Two Ferghana Horses neighed loudly, echoing in all directions!

Ding Ling looked around.

He was surprised to find that this time, the place of ascension was different from the first time in the wilds.

It seemed to be within the Main Hall of a Daoist Temple.

This main hall was extremely spacious and magnificent, with the high rear enshrining the statues of The Three Pristine Ones.

Ding Ling held a Drumming Golden Hammer, pondering for just a few seconds, secretly guessing where this place might be.

Thump, thump, thump!

A series of rapid footsteps approached from not far away.

And the distance grew ever closer.

Ding Ling turned to the sound.

He saw the tightly closed main hall door suddenly pushed open, revealing daoists holding swords beyond the hall.

Their numbers were uncertain.

But at this moment, everyone’s faces bore indignant expressions.

The leading person’s chin had three strands of drifting long whiskers, his visage yin-soft, his eyes were slightly narrowed, emitting cold glints as if a venomous snake ready to strike.

Ding Ling saw him.

And he naturally saw Ding Ling. Compared to other daoists, he was much more composed, calmly remarking:

"Form the array."

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The daoists behind him quickly leapt out with their swords, and in no time, they set up a continuously and smoothly flowing Sword Array, concealed with killing intents and surging with Evil Qi to the sky!

Ding Ling’s foundational knowledge of Array Dao was extraordinary; with a mere glance, he recognized this Sword Array as a top-level Array among Middle Tier Sword Arrays.

Even as a Middle Tier Array Dao Full Level person like him, deciphering it might not be an immediate thing.

With this in mind.

Ding Ling let out a long howl, his voice piercing the heavens, causing the daoist’s ears to resound like thunder, and in that instant, everyone present changed their expressions.

Ding Ling seized the moment to ask:

"Who are you? And how have I offended you?"

"Heh heh."

The leading daoist sneered unapologetically, pointing his sword at Ding Ling, and instead of answering, scornfully said:

"For someone as young as you with such formidable skills, regardless of your prowess, today you won’t withstand our Quanzhen Sect’s Celestial Spirit North Dipper Array! Don’t think that by shouting loudly, I’ll be afraid of you. Attack!"

With his command,

The daoists swiftly ran within the array, moment after moment, sword qi surged like a sea, transforming into dazzling sword lights shooting towards Ding Ling from a distance.

Ding Ling frowned, raising the Drumming Golden Hammer in his hand. Under the fusion of Vigorous Qi and True Qi.