149: The Wu and Lu families of Nanquan submitted.

"Kid Ling, stop talking nonsense, will you?" The Living Dead stomped his feet in anxiety. "You're strong, but if we work together, we can definitely wipe them all out."

As they spoke, the Ability Users from the Blood Hand Alliance had already made his move.

With twin blades held between his arms like harvesting tools and electric arcs flowing under his feet, he charged over with a whoosh.

"The Flash?" Ling Xian remarked before delivering a slap that slammed the Ability Users straight into the ground.

The entire field fell silent as everyone stared at Ling Xian in disbelief.

Elder Shen of Medicine King Valley and Wu Shanhe looked at each other, grumbling inwardly, 'If you had this kind of strength, why didn't you say so earlier? Who would've dared to target you?'

"How is this possible?" The lightning Ability Users couldn't believe it. Thinking of how his brother had died for those flying daggers, he unleashed his full potential.

Instantly, lightning coursed through his body, his blonde hair stood on end, and a white light emanated from his eyes.

"Die!"

The twin blades couldn't withstand the electricity and seemed on the verge of snapping on the spot.

This strike was likely something even Grandmaster-level experts would fear and evade.

But... Ling Xian wasn't one!

"Slap!"

Another slap went out, and not only was the Ability Users left half-dead and embedded in the ground, but his twin blades were also shattered.

"What, trying to power up like a Child of Destiny? 'Ah, friendship! Ah, love! Ah, family!'" Ling Xian rolled his eyes. Why would someone who wasn't a Child of Destiny try to pull off a power-up?

"Even your master, the Vampire, is my servant. What do you think you are?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Ability Users breathed his last.

Han Xintian trembled, complaining in her heart, "With such strength, why did he look for weak Grandmasters to protect him?"

"Wasn't he just fishing for trouble?"

She was right; Ling Xian really was here to fish.

And the big fish he was after was the behemoth known as Medicine King Valley.

"Old Wu, if we join forces, we might still have a chance!" Elder Shen said, sounding anxious.

He wasn't afraid of Grandmasters, but that was back in Medicine King Valley.

Outside, he relied on the reputation of Medicine King Valley, but when he encountered someone who actually wanted to kill him, how could he not be afraid?

The weak fear the strong, the strong fear the ruthless, the ruthless fear the reckless, and the reckless fear those who don't value their lives!

Without waiting for Wu Shanhe's reaction, Elder Shen fled frantically.

Wu Shanhe turned to look at Elder Shen's retreating back, his years of refinement vanishing instantly. "Elder Shen, I f***ing...!"

However, facing a life-and-death crisis, after he finished cursing, he frantically thought of a solution and finally came up with the only possible way to survive.

*Thump!*

Wu Shanhe knelt down, weeping bitterly. "This old servant greets Young Master Ling."

"The Wu Family is willing to submit to Young Master Ling's command. I only ask that Young Master Ling helps me kill that Old Dog Shen! I, Wu Shanhe, am willing to prove my resolve with my life!"

It was clear that Wu Shanhe hated Elder Shen to the bone. This cooperation had been orchestrated by Elder Shen, who had constantly enticed him.

Now that danger had struck, he had been abandoned.

The relationship between Medicine King Valley and the Wu Family had completely ruptured.

As Elder Shen was about to escape, he didn't forget to throw back a taunt.

"Kid Ling Xian, once I return to Medicine King Valley, I will make sure you die without a place to be buried!"

But as soon as he spoke, Ling San's figure flashed by. A flying dagger sliced across his neck, and his head rolled onto the ground.

A crushing defeat! Absolute domination!

There were no flashy moves or special effects, just pure, overwhelming strength.

As a Grandmaster, if Elder Shen had been more alert from the start, he might have dodged a few moves, but unfortunately, all his attention had been on Ling Xian.

Seeing Elder Shen die on the spot, Wu Shanhe and Han Xintian turned pale.

Lu Xiyue's beautiful eyes widened, and she covered her red lips in disbelief.

Her grandfather had treated this man as an equal, yet he had been killed in an instant.

"Ling Xian, who on earth are you?"

Filled with doubt, she felt curious about a man for the first time.

The Old Master of the Lu Family also held his breath, at a loss for what to do.

"It should be fine, it should be fine." He reviewed all his recent actions in his mind and only breathed a sigh of relief when he couldn't find anything that had clearly offended Ling Xian.

"Wu Family, Lu Family, submit to me!" Ling Xian stood there, looking down on the world.

This was a statement, not a question.

As for why it was the Wu and Lu families, it was because they were deeply rooted in Southern Spring. With their submission, Ling Xian would control most of the medicinal herb market in Southern Spring.

Once he took over Medicine King Valley, he would have a top-tier global 'blood bag' providing him with a continuous supply.

It was time for Medicine King Valley in the Martial Arts World to have a new master.

"We submit! My Wu Family submits!" Wu Shanhe didn't care about anything else as long as he stayed alive, especially since Ling Xian had helped him kill that Old Dog Shen.

"..." Lu Qingshan hesitated. If they had actually offended Ling Xian and been beaten into submission, that would be one thing, but his Lu Family hadn't done anything yet.

Ling San no longer hid her pressure as a Grandmaster. Wave after wave of Late Stage Grandmaster pressure washed over Lu Qingshan, making him feel as though he were in the vacuum of outer space.

"I... the Lu Family... the Lu Family submits!" Lu Qingshan knelt and spoke with great difficulty.

Only after he said those words did Ling San's pressure slowly dissipate.

From then on, the name of Young Master Ling would likely be known throughout Southern Spring.

"Young Master Ling, Medicine King Valley will certainly not let this go. You must be prepared." Wu Shanhe began showing his loyalty as soon as he submitted.

Hearing this, Han Xintian's heart skipped a beat, her heart pounding in fear that Ling Xian would use her as a punching bag.

"Miss Han, let's go." As expected, Ling Xian's gaze turned toward Han Xintian.

"Lead the way to Medicine King Valley."

"Ah... ah..." Han Xintian was dazed, her brain momentarily stalling.

He didn't do anything to her, but instead asked her to lead the way?

He was crazy, going straight to Medicine King Valley's nest.

"Young Master Ling... you..."

"To give Medicine King Valley a little surprise!"

...Meanwhile, in the vast ocean near an uninhabited island in the West.

An old man was located a thousand meters beneath the deep sea.

The pressure here had reached 101 atmospheres, meaning every square centimeter was bearing 101 kilograms of weight.

It was pitch black, and the water temperature was only four degrees Celsius—bone-chillingly cold. Common fish from Earth were nowhere to be seen, replaced by strange deep-sea creatures that were eyeless and flat.

They used bioluminescence to search for prey in the darkness.

Yet, none of these bizarre creatures dared to approach the old man, as if they viewed him as some abyssal monster.

It was a place where no ordinary person could reach without equipment like a submarine.

At that moment, the old man slowly opened his eyes and began to ascend rapidly.

Soon, he leaped out of the water and onto the island, sending up massive waves and sprays of water.

He had a full head of white hair and wore white robes, yet his face appeared to be that of a middle-aged man.

Although he had just been cultivating a thousand meters deep in the sea, not a single drop of water dampened his clothes now that he was out of the water.

"If I could reach ten thousand meters deep, I could surely use the pressure to break through to the Eighth Rank. What a pity..." the old man sighed.

"There seems to be an abyss in this deep sea... a thousand meters is fine, but any deeper and I might be targeted."

Recalling how he had been stared at by a strange pupil when he ventured toward eight thousand meters, causing his true qi to become chaotic and nearly killing him under the pressure, he still felt a lingering fear.

Since then, whether at five thousand meters or four thousand meters... he could feel himself being watched.

It was only at a thousand meters that the feeling disappeared.

Thus, the old man had been cultivating at a thousand meters, never daring to cross the line.

"Why is there an unsettling feeling?" the old man murmured. Just as he finished speaking...

A helicopter approached from the distance and gradually descended. When it was still dozens of meters up, a woman leaped down.

In mid-air, mist formed around her, taking the shape of an umbrella, and she eventually landed lightly on the ground.

As the woman's figure drew closer, her purple pupils made her already beautiful face look stunningly exquisite.