Painting of the Nine Immortals - Chapter 143

Chapter 143: The Namesake

His fear of Ling Xian was apparent.

The highly esteemed disciple of the House of Xiu Luo lowered his head to hide his visible anger and contempt.

What horrible pressure they faced. Although Ling Xian had yet to show any hostility, they were there to witness the swift defeat of their leader. How could they not be afraid?

Hearing this, the gang of bullies lets out a long sigh of relief.

Then, slowly he stood. Still wearing his red cape, Vanquisher of Life turned around and never looked back.
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Ling Xian shook his head as he looked at the departing figure. He sensed deeply buried killer instinct and hostility. But this didn’t bother him. Such cockroach did not deserve such attention from the Heaven’s Favorite.

Even if one day he did manage to break through to the foundational level, he still wouldn’t pose any threat to Ling Xian.

With a flash of his eyes, the Halberd of the Divine Warrior and the Armor of the Royal Spirit vanished. Ling Xian walked over to Mo Qing Fu and his two companions and examined their wounds. Upon seeing the ghostly pale face of Tang Thirteen, he felt a strong sensation of guilt and hastily summoned a Dan of Life and Growth and broke it in three, giving each person a portion of the healing Dan. Then, he said, "Thank you all for your help in defending me against Yue Lian Han. This is the Dan of Life and Growth, take it."

Yes, admiration.

As such, not counting the careless Tang Thirteen, Mo Qing Fu and Shui Lian Yi both held Ling Xian in the highest esteem.

Sensing the mild change in their perception of him, Ling Xian let it go. Sitting down on the ground, he pulled out a few Petals of Enlightenment and brewed a pot of tea for the three companions.

Ling Xian was taken aback by this reaction but quickly understood. He said playfully, "I have forgotten, I gave you each 30 petals. Perhaps they’ve

made you all vomit."

"Thirteen, you sound spoiled rotten. You’d invite envy with that kind of talk." Ling Xian didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He took a cup and sipped on it.

Then, he felt his world light up by intense waves of light. He felt enlightened. Solutions to problems he had never been able to figure out stepped over each other to present themselves to him.

"Too bad, I’ve consumed way too much. I can’t swallow another mouthful," Tang Thirteen said sloppily.

The three of them had been consuming an excessive amount of this tea over the past few days. The taste had indeed become nauseating.

"All because of you, brother. Without you, we’d be just like the rest, fighting for a sniff of these precious petals." Mo Qing Fu smiled, unable to contain his embarrassment.

"According to historical records, each Elfkind possesses a different quality. The Elfkind descended from an emerald stone could transfigure into any weapon. As for your Petal of Enlightenment, perhaps they never cease producing magical petals." Mo Qing Fu contemplated out loud, a hint of envy flashed across his face.

"Oh yes, brother, you haven’t told your name." Mo Qing Fu suddenly remembered that he had speculations to validate.

This somewhat startled Ling Xian. But he quickly remembered that he had yet to introduce himself. He smiled. "My bad, listen up then, my name is Ling Xian."
"Ling as in Arrival, Xian as in Immortal."