139: Gun Saint mediates

Old Master Deng snorted coldly, walked through the air, and instantly appeared before Ling Xian.

He intended to grab Ling Xian's neck as a warning.

Meanwhile, those Diyuan Guards who were Masters were suppressed to the ground by Old Master Deng's coercion, unable to move.

“Brat, you don't actually think bringing the Diyuan Guards means you can act wildly in my Deng Family, do you?” Old Master Deng sneered. “It seems you don't understand the true value of the Eighth Tier!”

“Is that so? Then I wonder if all Eighth Tiers are equally skilled?” Ling Xian smirked.

The next moment, Ling Yi flashed into appearance and slapped Old Master Deng flying.

He smashed into the house, kicking up dust.

“You should be glad I didn't draw my sword!” Ling Yi exuded dominance, his gaze looking down upon the world.

“No, how could he be this strong?” Old Master Deng slowly climbed out of the dust, disbelief etched on his face.

Just now, he hadn't detected any aura from Ling Yi, yet Ling Yi had casually slapped him away.

Terrifying!

“Heh heh, Old Master usually goes easy on you, but I won't.” Ling Yi's murky eyes fixed on Old Master Deng.

The stare made his hair stand on end; it was like facing a primeval fierce beast, impossible to look at directly.

“Hand over your granddaughter, and let her die!

Otherwise, this old man will kill his way into the Deng Family and do it myself today!”

Instantly, the atmosphere grew tense, and Old Master Deng remained silent for a long time.

He glanced at his granddaughter Deng Yunwei, then glanced at Ling Xian.

“Matters between the younger generation should be resolved by the younger generation. Why should you and I interfere?” Old Master Deng said calmly.

Ling Xian sneered, “Deng Yunwei and I will fight. As long as she survives my hands, this matter will be dropped.”

“Impossible!” Old Master Deng shouted, stopping him.

Even if Ling Xian's strength wasn't overwhelmingly high, he was at least at the Master level, right?

His granddaughter was only at the Fourth Tier.

The gap between them meant instant death.

Old Master Deng had always doted on Deng Yunwei throughout his life, so how could he agree to Ling Xian's so-called one-on-one fight to the death?

Hearing her grandfather refuse, Deng Yunwei, standing behind him, let out a sigh of relief.

She was also afraid of death and hadn't expected that helping Brother Jiang would cause such trouble, leading even the Second Elder to die in battle because of it.

The Ling Family values this grandson way too much, right?

Clearly, neither Deng Yunwei nor Old Master Deng believed that Ling Xian had killed the Second Elder Deng.

Therefore, in their eyes, there was only one possibility for the Second Elder's death: a Master like Ling Yi was personally protecting Ling Xian.

Or perhaps multiple Grandmasters, like Second Ling and Ling San, were protecting him.

As for the idea that Ling Xian had killed Second Elder Deng, a peak Grandmaster expert, Old Master Deng did not believe it.

A Grandmaster, this was a Grandmaster.

Old Master Deng's eyes shifted, and an idea suddenly flashed through his mind.

Since Ling Xian was so highly valued by the Ling Family, he decided to marry his granddaughter Deng Yunwei off to Ling Xian.

This would not only resolve the current small trouble but also allow him to form a connection with the Ling Family.

He might even be able to join the Nine Provinces Alliance because of this.

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated and immediately spoke: “Little Xian, what do you think of my proposal?”

Old Master Deng spoke with a smile, looking exactly like an old fox.

Ling Xian also wanted to hear what tricks this old fox was trying to pull. “Go on.”

“I'll discuss it with Old Ghost Ling—an engagement between you and Yunwei. You'll be family in the future, so wouldn't this matter just be settled.

After all, my Deng Family was wronged; the Second Elder acted on his own.”

“Sorry, I don't agree!” Ling Xian's killing intent had already risen. He wanted to use Deng Yunwei to draw out Jiang Yifeng, who was hiding in the dark.

Taking action now was worthwhile from every perspective.

As for offending the Deng Family?

What was so scary about the weakest of the Four Great Central State Hermit Families, one that was even inferior to some families operating openly?

If they dared, they could send an Eighth Tier to assassinate him.

Ling Xian maximized his speed, arriving before Deng Yunwei in the blink of an eye, ready to strike and kill her.

But the next moment, the surrounding space suddenly slowed down. The trajectory of the falling leaves drifting with the wind was clearly visible, and everyone around was frozen in place, including Ling Xian himself.

The wind stopped at the treetops, birds hung suspended in mid-air, and even motes of dust stopped floating.

A figure slowly stepped out, walking in the air.

As the first step landed, the hundred miles of cloud sea rolled back, obscuring the night sky and stars.

As the second step landed, weapons within ten miles hummed and vibrated; both the snowfall without trace in Ling Xian's hand and the ancient sword on Ling Yi's back trembled.

With the final step, he instantly arrived before the gates of the Deng Family.

He wore a simple green cloth robe with slightly worn cuffs; his hair was casually tied up, with a few strands of silver hair scattered at his temples.

In his hand, he held a white long spear. The shaft was engraved with winding dragon patterns, and faintly carved upon it were the words 'White Dragon'.

The white dragon spear!

His eyes... were eyes that had seen through the dust of the mortal world. Deep within his pupils were not darkness or light, but the constantly swirling shadows of a spear.

“He's here!” Ling Xian rejoiced internally.

“This matter ends here!”

With that simple sentence, no one dared to refute him, not even Ling Xian, who halted his movements.

Because the middle-aged man standing before them was the Spear Saint of the white dragon spear!

He was the 'One Saint' among the One Immortal, One Devil, One Saint, and One Demon, and the founder of the Dragon Group.

“Greetings, Senior Spear Saint!” Ling Xian bowed respectfully, behaving appropriately and generously.

“Mm, not bad. I didn't expect the snowfall without trace to be in your hands.” The Spear Saint looked at the snowfall without trace in Ling Xian's hand and nodded slightly in praise.

“I have some understanding of this matter. Although the Deng Family is indeed at fault, you also annihilated the entire Jiang Family. How about having the Deng Family hand over three five-hundred-year-old precious medicines as compensation?”

The Spear Saint originally didn't want to interfere, but the Deng Family's network was too strong, and they had pleaded with him. Furthermore, the Central State truly needed stability.

It was impossible to let the Deng Family and the Ling Family start fighting right now.

As for the Jiang Family, he had arrived one step too late and was powerless to help.

“Senior Spear Saint, aren't three stalks a bit too few?” Ling Xian began to haggle.

This action stunned everyone present; even Ling Yi's expression was slightly unnatural.

Who was the person in front of them? The Spear Saint!

If Old Master Ling were haggling, that would be one thing, but why was Ling Xian, a junior, doing it?

“Hmm? How many do you intend to ask for?” The Spear Saint wasn't angry; instead, he was intrigued and asked.

“I believe my life is definitely worth more than three precious medicines. Originally, I wanted a hundred stalks, but tonight, for the sake of Senior Spear Saint, I'll take a ten percent discount—ten stalks will suffice.”

Ling Xian curled his lips into an arc, occasionally glancing at Old Master Deng's ashen face.

“Hahaha... Good boy, you've got guts. This old man can't decide this matter; you should ask the Head of the Deng Family.” The Spear Saint laughed heartily, following Ling Xian's gaze toward Old Master Deng.

However, that gaze suddenly turned cold, causing Old Master Deng's heart to tremble.

This was blatant robbery!

precious medicine! precious medicine, not ordinary herbs, and he wanted ten stalks that were five hundred years old.

Old Master Deng suddenly felt that his granddaughter wasn't absolutely essential.

But the problem now was that he couldn't back down.

Ling Xian didn't care either. His main goal was still to draw out Jiang Yifeng. If Deng Yunwei wasn't dealt with tonight, he could find time to deal with her later.

Maybe he could even use her in the future to keep exploiting wealth.

As for Jiang Yifeng, it seemed he wouldn't appear tonight.

It might be because he was severely injured and needed to recuperate, so he wouldn't be able to return anytime soon.