Chapter Seventeen: Sword Sheath

  "If I say this scabbard suits me well, what would you do?" Lin Yun said after a moment of silence.

  "Lin Shi Jie!" Zhao Ling's face turned gloomy and he said, "You really want to go against me for the sake of an outsider?"

  Lin Yun shook his head and said, "Zhao Shidi is unwilling to exchange with him, but I am willing to use a treasure to exchange for this sword case. This matter is reasonable, what's the point of saying it's not acceptable?"

  That lovely young girl giggled and said with a smile, narrowing her eyes: "Zhao Shixiong, don't say any more, okay? Lin Shijie is making a sword box for Baiyue Dashi. If you compete with Baiyue Shixiong for things, be careful when you return to the mountain gate, or Baiyue Shixiong will bother you."

  Zhao Ling let out a cold hum, but didn't say anything else.

  Lin Yun walked up to Ling Sheng and slightly nodded, saying: "I am Lin Yun, an inner disciple of the Cloud Mystic Sect. I don't know how this junior brother from the Empty Clear Mountain calls himself?"

  "Victory!"

  "Junior brother, this sword sheath, are you willing to exchange it with me?" Lin Yun said.

  "This sword sheath I never thought of using it to trade with others." Ling Sheng said.

  Upon hearing this, everyone was taken aback, and then they all showed a mocking expression. Zhao Ling even let out a snort of laughter, without any attempt to conceal it.

  Instead, the coquettish young girl cursed and said he didn't know how to behave.

  Lin Yun was taken aback for a moment, and then said without any regret: "This sword sheath is indeed extraordinary, but my junior brother does not want to exchange it with me, so I can only give up."

  "Lin Yun, sister, misunderstood."

  Ling Sheng shook his head, unfastened the sword scabbard and handed it over, saying: "Since my sister likes it, this thing will be used as a meeting gift. As for the transaction, where do we start?"

  Lin Yun couldn't help but stare blankly for a moment.

  Everyone else was stunned into silence.

  Zhao Ling was the first to come back to his senses, his face iron-green, and his gaze towards Ling Sheng already did not conceal his murderous intent. The outer disciple of Qingming Xianshan in front of him, a small person who had not even given birth to true energy, actually showed no fear of Zhao Ling's threat, which was tolerable, but now he was presenting the sword box to Lin Yun in front of him, clearly intentionally making things difficult for Zhao Ling, truly a great shame and humiliation.

  That delicate girl also showed a cold face, not without jealousy, and hummed: "This lecher, seeing someone good-looking, gave away the treasure, looking like a tough guy, but actually also a lustful fool."

  An old man with white hair, a middle-aged man and three others were still shocked and speechless.

  "This is not good." Lin Yun shook her head gently and said, "This thing is too precious. If you want to exchange it with me, that's fine, but if you want to give me such a treasure as a gift, I'm afraid I can't accept it."

  "This object is precious and valuable, but it's not worth more than my life, right?" Ling Sheng said: "Earlier, my master sister saved me twice from death, giving this object as a gift to repay her kindness, shouldn't I?"

  Lin Yun hesitated for a long time and still shook her head.

  Zhao Ling's face was gloomy as if water was dripping from it.

  Previously, Zhao Ling had twice made a move without success, and never thought that it would become the reason for Ling Sheng to give gifts. What's even more hateful is that this Ling Sheng, in front of Zhao Ling, refused to yield, but was able to casually give precious objects to Lin Yun, teaching Zhao Ling how to hold his head up in front of everyone?

  Ling Sheng caught a glimpse of Zhao Ling's almost iron-green face out of the corner of his eye, and his heart relaxed a bit.

  Although I was fortunate enough to enter the Kongming Xianshan, my understanding of cultivation is still shallow. The scriptures of our sect are just some superficial books that I read every day. Ling Sheng's thoughts turned and he opened his mouth: "Since Master Sister doesn't want to accept the sword box, then tell me about some common knowledge of cultivation. This sword box will be a reward, after all, it's not very useful for me either."

  The middle-aged man glanced at Zhao Ling, then withdrew his gaze and smiled faintly: "Since the sword case was useless, why didn't you give it to Zhao Shidi earlier? If not for Zhao Shidi's broad-mindedness and mercy, this Ling Sheng Shidi would have lost his life over a trivial matter of a sword case."

  Others had strange expressions, seemingly smiling but not quite.

  The four words "broad-minded and magnanimous" may have some connection with the ancestors of Zhao Ling's eighteen generations, but Zhao Ling himself has no relationship with these four words.

  Ling Sheng had naturally discerned the deeper meaning behind the middle-aged man's words, and calmly replied: "If that's the case, then thank you, Young Master Zhao, for showing mercy and having a broad heart."

  Although Zhao Ling was arrogant and usually looked down on others, he wasn't a fool. He gave the middle-aged man a fierce glance, but ultimately fixed his murderous gaze on Ling Sheng.

  After a long time, Zhao Ling said in a low voice: "Young man, I remember you."

  "Don't worry about it." Ling Sheng replied.

  "Zhao Ling's anger rose from the bottom of his heart, and he only wanted to use a water bomb to turn this person into minced meat. However, he had some reservations in his mind, so he finally suppressed it."

  The middle-aged man smiled and thought to himself, "This disciple of the Xu Ming Immortal Mountain is quite mysterious and hard to see through. I can use Zhao Ling, this brainless fool, to probe him a bit. But from what I've seen before, this Xu Ming Immortal Mountain disciple actually followed my intention and offended Zhao Ling, apparently he's not someone with much tact either."

  As he thought so, the middle-aged man glanced aside and happened to meet the gaze of the white-haired old man.

  The old man with white hair withdrew his gaze, but in his heart, he also had the same doubts as the middle-aged man. This disciple of Kongming Xianshan was indeed difficult to see through clearly.

  Others can see that Lin Yun, who is the most profound in her Tao, will not miss anything, but she can see that this little thing named Ling Sheng has no great thoughts, so she is not very cautious.

  "You want to understand the common sense of cultivation? I can send you some classics or talk to you about it on the way." Lin Yun said.

  "This is great." Ling Sheng's face showed joy, his cultivation broke through the air, and his sword energy protected his body. In fact, his actual cultivation was barely considered to have some achievements, but as for the common knowledge of cultivation, it was limited to the shallow classics of Kongming Xianshan.

  The rest is unsaid, it's still up to Ling Sheng himself to explore and speculate the boundaries of cultivation, whether it matches reality or not remains to be seen.

  "Can one enter the threshold of cultivation just by listening to some common knowledge?" Zhao Ling coldly smiled and said: "A useless person is a useless person, let alone some common knowledge, even if I were to explain the immortal family's classics to you, what use would it be?"

  The lovely young girl found it amusing and burst out laughing.

  Ling Sheng remained unruffled and unflustered, his face still calm, but a hint of sharpness flashed in his eyes.

  "Zhao, my junior brother, this is not right." The white-haired old man smiled warmly and kindly, making people feel close to him. He said with a smile: "In the mortal world, ordinary people have records. When ordinary people obtain the scriptures of the immortal family or study the wonderful books of profound learning, when they suddenly awaken one day, it is also a step into heaven."

  "Fabricated stories that ordinary people made up can also be pleasing to the ear?" Zhao Ling sneered.

  The old man with white hair smiled and said nothing more.

  Ling Sheng gazed at these people playing the red and white faces, understanding in his heart that, in fact, except for Lin Yun, not one of them was a good person.