Chapter 122: Ling Long: Aaa? p2


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    “Master, do you think she’s truly a demonic cultivator?”


    High above the crowd, a young man in white robes, his hands clasped behind his back, looked at Ning Shuwen, the vice peak lord of Metamorphic Jewel Peak.


    Ning Shuwen shook his head, smiling. “If she is, then so be it. If not, we’ll intervene and clear her name.”


    “For now, let the Third Prince make a fool of himself.”


    “Of course, if we’re going to recruit her, we’ll have to act quickly,” he added.


    The commotion had attracted the attention of many cultivators, not just those from Metamorphic Jewel Peak.


    Many elders and peak lords were surely observing from the shadows.


    If she was a demonic cultivator, they would suppress her.


    If not, it was simply a minor dispute between disciples. They wouldn’t need to interfere.


    The Third Prince looked at Mu Zhi’an, his voice cold. “Young Master Mu, will you allow us to investigate now?”


    “If the demonic cultivator senses our presence and escapes, the consequences will be severe.”


    Mu Zhi’an looked up at the sky, the storm clouds gradually dissipating. “It seems the oath has taken effect.”


    The Third Prince frowned, about to speak, but Mu Zhi’an nodded. “Go ahead, Third Prince.”


    His calmness… it was unsettling…


    But the Third Prince couldn’t back down now.


    And the Demon Measuring Ruler’s reaction was growing stronger.


    There was definitely a demonic cultivator in the Garden of Heavenly Harmony!


    He put away the ruler, turning to the crowd, bowing. “Please bear witness. If we find a demonic cultivator, we’ll apprehend them together…”


    He walked towards the pavilion, the disciples following behind him, Ning Shuwen and his disciple discreetly joining them.


    As they entered the garden, the ruler’s pink glow intensified.


    Crack.


    A faint cracking sound rang out, and the Third Prince’s expression shifted.


    Ning Shuwen approached, glancing at the ruler, now marred by a thin crack, his expression turning grim. “Step back.”


    Not only was there a demonic cultivator present, but their power was immense. Otherwise, the ruler wouldn’t have cracked…!


    The disciples, recognizing Ning Shuwen, their hearts pounding, stepped back nervously.


    How strong is this demonic cultivator…?


    The Third Prince smiled inwardly.


    Ye Yu, however, frowned.


    Something wasn’t right.


    Was Bai Ruoxi truly that powerful…? Strong enough to make even the vice peak lord cautious…?


    Ning Shuwen looked at Mu Zhi’an, his voice stern. “Do you understand the severity of harboring a demonic cultivator…?”


    Mu Zhi’an bowed respectfully. “I’m unaware of any demonic cultivators in the Garden of Heavenly Harmony, Senior.”


    “The ruler can barely withstand this powerful demonic aura, and you claim to be unaware…? You can’t possibly believe that, Young Master Mu,” the Third Prince retorted.


    “Harboring a demonic cultivator is a capital offense, but if you surrender them, I can plead for leniency. You’ll simply be confined to the back mountain for a hundred years,” Ning Shuwen said.


    Mu Zhi’an sighed. “But I truly don’t know of any demonic cultivators…”


    He paused, his gaze following the ruler’s arrow, which was pointing towards a specific room, then he seemed to realize something. “Actually, a friend moved in recently… It seems the ruler is pointing towards her room…”


    “But I don’t believe she’s a demonic cultivator,” he added.


    “Whether she is or not, it’s for the peak lord to decide, not you,” the Third Prince said coldly.


    “Do you agree, Senior?” Mu Zhi’an asked, looking at Ning Shuwen respectfully.


    Ning Shuwen nodded.


    “If you insist.”


    He walked towards the pavilion and uttered a strange, incomprehensible syllable. “Aaa!”


    A faint creaking sound echoed through the air.


    The crowd fell silent, their gazes fixed on the door that had just opened.


    A silver-haired woman emerged, her beauty breathtaking.


    Her face was devoid of makeup, her long hair flowing freely, her figure slender and graceful, her crimson eyes bright and clear, filled with a childlike curiosity as she looked around.


    “Who is she?!”


    “She’s beautiful…”


    The disciples whispered among themselves, their gazes captivated.


    Even the Third Prince stared at her, mesmerized.


    Then, as he saw the Demon Measuring Ruler pointing towards her, he realized something, and he turned to Mu Zhi’an, his voice filled with anger. “You’re lying! With such a strong demonic aura, you dare to claim she’s not a demonic cultivator?!”


    Faint scales were visible on her neck, and her aura, it was different from a human cultivator’s. She was clearly a demonic cultivator. Sёarch* The novёlF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.


    Mu Zhi’an didn’t answer, simply turning to Ning Shuwen, bowing respectfully.


    “Vice Peak Lord, I believe there’s a distinction between demons and demonic cultivators. But if you insist that she’s a demonic cultivator…”


    “I’ve brought her to you.”


    “Peak Lord—”


    The Third Prince was about to speak, but Ning Shuwen was staring at the silver-haired woman, his eyes widening with recognition, his expression shifting from surprise to shock.


    Senior Ling Long?!


    The Demon Measuring Ruler, hovering in the air, its pink glow intensifying, its arrow still pointing towards Lin Ling, finally shattered, unable to withstand her overwhelming demonic aura.


    Lin Ling, seemingly oblivious to the commotion, looked around, her gaze landing on Mu Zhi’an, then she noticed Ning Shuwen, and she tilted her head, her crimson eyes blinking innocently.


    “Aaa?”


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    TN:


    Lin Long means Spirit Dragon and Lin Ling is her name.