Chapter 1554 - 1531: Ling Meijiao, Extreme Divine King?!
Soon, Ling Zhiyuan led the group of clan leaders to the place where he stored his treasures—a cellar beneath an inn in Tianjia Town!
The cellar was very dark and dirty, but in the darkness, the treasures continuously emitted an aura of nobility and radiance, almost lighting up the entire warehouse.
The clan leaders snorted in unison, throwing Ling Zhiyuan another furious glance!
They thought, this kid really knows how to pretend. Not only did he impersonate Huaxia’s Dragon Child to mislead them, he also dared to commit such blatant misconduct—taking treasures that didn’t belong to him!
Doesn’t he understand the principle that a person with a treasure is a target?
If any treasure was lost, they would have to kill Ling Zhiyuan!
"Go get the treasures!" Cao Mengde took the lead, and everyone entered the cellar to find the treasures belonging to their families.
Half an hour later, many had smiles of joy on their faces, having found their treasures.
However, the heads of about ten clans wore terribly gloomy expressions, their faces shrouded in darkness, and their bodies emanated an incredibly terrifying and fierce murderous aura. Just looking at them could make one feel immense pressure.
Not to mention poor Ling Zhiyuan, who was being stared at fiercely; he was so scared he almost wet his pants!
"Where are our things?" The heads of these ten clans stared at Ling Zhiyuan with questioning and furious eyes, extending their hands in a tone full of anger!
They didn’t find their family’s treasures in the cellar!
Ling Zhiyuan knelt down with a "thud," crying bitterly: "Sirs, I beg you, spare this dog’s life, please... when I was gambling earlier, I used some treasures as stakes and bet on Shangguan Shenzhou. Now those treasures have been exchanged into gold coins by the event committee and given to the winners. I really have no way out now, and I regret it deeply!"
"What did you say? You used our family’s treasures to gamble, and you lost them?!"
The heads of the ten clans exploded with rage, their eyes bulging wider than barbells, flames of wrath surging in their pupils, their bodies blazing with fury!
Ling Zhiyuan was terrified: "How could I have known this would happen? Sirs, please spare my life, I beg you!"
With that, he kept kowtowing, begging for the ten clan heads to forgive him!
"Courting death!"
"You have half an hour to bring us something of equivalent value to the rare treasures!"
"It can be gold coins, or other treasures!"
"If you can’t produce it, we will take your life!"
"Don’t think the Ling Family will save you, you have opposed Ye Huan time and time again, putting Ye Huan in a deadly position, becoming enemies with him, severely affecting Ye Huan’s impression of the Ling Family!"
"The Ling Family would be happier if you were dead, they won’t save you!"
The ten clan heads delivered final ultimatums to Ling Zhiyuan, one after another!
If Ling Zhiyuan can’t repay the money or return the treasures, they will let him know what it means to pay the most painful price!
Ling Zhiyuan was utterly desperate, his whole heart chilled, he had once so hoped that Shangguan Shenzhou would beat Ye Huan, hoped to see Ye Huan being beaten by Shangguan Shenzhou and publicly humiliated. Now, he was equally desperate!
If he had known things would come to this, how could he have been so smug after receiving luxurious gifts, thinking he had another chance to compete with or even kill Ye Huan?
The ten clan heads never really favored him, never tried to flatter him!
Their goal was to flatter Ye Huan, to gain Ye Huan’s friendship!
For this, they would pay any price!
"I... I can’t produce that much money!" Ling Zhiyuan said, his face ashen as death. As the fifth core disciple of the Ling Family, his monthly stipend wasn’t low, with an annual income of about two thousand gold coins.
Over the years, he earned at least tens of thousands from the family, but he had no savings because he often frequented certain glamorous places in the seventh-ring area for services, or participated in illegal gambling activities with underground moneylenders.
Every time, he spent and lost a lot of money, now not only broke, he was heavily in debt.
If he weren’t a member of the Ling Family, an Ancient Martial Artist responsible for collection would have ruined him by now.
"But, I can save!"
"Sirs, I get over a hundred gold coins monthly! An annual income of two thousand!"
"Every five years, I can repay the money to one of you!"
"Can you give me some time to slowly repay?"
Ling Zhiyuan timidly asked.
In return, the ten clan heads were furious, launching into a savage assault!
It didn’t take long before Ling Zhiyuan was bruised and bloodied, bleeding from his orifices!
After all, the ten clan heads were eager to present gifts to Ye Huan to please Huaxia’s Dragon Child!
Ling Zhiyuan paying one person every five years, when would that ever be finished?
By then, even the Chinese cabbage would have gone cold!
Thus, in a fit of rage, the ten clan heads mercilessly beat Ling Zhiyuan, though they didn’t kill him—if they did, they’d truly never see their money again!
Ten thousand gold coins are no small amount; they couldn’t simply forgo it!
"Find a way to get the money, any way you can—we want to see you repay everything within a year, or else," the ten issued a cruel threat!
Afterward, they left in a grand procession, leaving Ling Zhiyuan curled up, howling in pain on the ground, his head beaten askew, his heart filled with anguish, grief, resentment—he howled in unwillingness and anger!
"Zhiyuan, oh Zhiyuan, you’re truly in a miserable plight~" Suddenly, a bewitching female voice came from outside the cellar.
Ling Zhiyuan froze for a moment, and opened his eyes.
He saw Ling Meijiao leaning against the doorway, gazing at him with a seductive manner.
Seeing Ling Meijiao’s provocative appearance, Ling Zhiyuan was undeniably flustered, his throat moved heavily.
He felt extremely embarrassed. Although he had little to do with Ling Meijiao, and knew she was a promiscuous woman, Ling Meijiao was absolutely a goddess-level beauty.
As a man, especially a talented man from the Ling Family, Ling Zhiyuan’s pride was strong. How could he willingly let his sorry state be seen by a goddess?
Forcing himself to suppress the pain from his body, he wiped the blood from his mouth and got up from the ground.
At this moment, Ling Meijiao spoke with a charming smile, making Ling Zhiyuan freeze on the spot, "Zhiyuan, if I’m not mistaken, you must hate Ye Huan now, and you want revenge on him, to kill this nemesis who overshadows you in every way, don’t you?"
Ling Zhiyuan dared not directly answer, worried that Ling Meijiao was trying to entrap him. However, the towering hatred and anger flashing in his eyes revealed his inner desire for revenge against Ye Huan, even wanting to kill him!
Ling Meijiao smiled faintly, a profound look surfacing on her face: "I can grant you that ability."
As she finished her words, she raised her right hand lightly into the air.
In an instant, an overwhelmingly powerful aura swept out, filling the entire inn!
"When did you reach the Extreme Divine King level?" Ling Zhiyuan exclaimed in shock, eyes wide with disbelief at Ling Meijiao, involuntarily stepping back two steps. He remembered she had only reached High-Level Divine King last year!
But now, she possessed the power of an Extreme Divine King?!
This greatly surprised Ling Zhiyuan!