Chapter 443: It’s Fake?

Translator: KurazyTolanzuraytor Editor: Jay

Zheng Fan and Zheng Song were both able to sense the resoluteness in Duan Ling Tian’s tone and they didn’t persuade him again.

"Everyone has their own aspirations. Since you’ve decided, then I won’t say anything further… However, Zither Young Master was at the seventh level of the Nascent Soul Stage two years ago. Now that two years have pa.s.sed, even if he was unable to break through to the Half-step Void Stage, with his natural talent, I presume he’s already broken through to the ninth level of the Nascent Soul Stage."

Zheng Fan looked at Duan Ling Tian with a serious expression. "So you must not carry out a life and death battle with him… It doesn’t matter if you lose now, you can regain the victory in the future! Otherwise, once you’re killed, then you’ll be left with nothing."

"Exactly." Zheng Song looked at Duan Ling Tian as well. "Junior Brother Duan Ling Tian, if the Zither Young Master wants to carry out a life and death battle with you day after tomorrow, then you must not agree!"

The concern of Zheng Fan and Zheng Song caused warmth to emerge in Duan Ling Tian’s heart. "Don’t worry, I know what to do."

Although he said this, a strand of cold light still flashed within Duan Ling Tian’s eyes.

If the Zither Young Master persisted on carrying out a life and death battle with him, he wouldn’t mind as well.

He might be inferior to Zither Young Master in terms of strength and speed, but Zither Young Master could only dream of having an advantage in any other aspect.

Duan Ling Tian chatted with Zheng Fan and Zheng Song for a while before bidding his farewells and leaving.

"Big Brother Ling Tian, they really underestimate you." Duan Ling Tian’s sleeve slightly moved and it was the little gold mouse that was up to mischief. At the same time, the seemingly immature voice of a young girl entered into Duan Ling Tian’s ears via voice transmission.

Duan Ling Tian shook his head and smiled, then paid no attention to the little gold mouse as he headed towards Megrez Peak.

"I wonder if Zhao Lin cultivated the Muscle Meridian Rebirth Scroll… If he did cultivate it and castrated himself. I wonder what expression he would have when he sees me still alive." Duan Ling Tian thought in his heart as he stepped onto the chain bridge that headed to Megrez Peak, the corners of his mouth curled into an evil smile.

Zhao Lin!

That time when he’d just arrived at the Seven Star Sword Sect, Zhao Lin had used every possible method to make it difficult for him, and Zhao Lin wracked his brains to seize the fict.i.tious Muscle Meridian Rebirth Scroll that he casually fabricated.

Because of this, there was a period of time that he was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

However, when Zhao Lin aroused killing intent towards him for the fict.i.tious Muscle Meridian Rebirth Scroll, he was completely enraged.

Especially on the chain bridge that day, Zhao Lin actually directly struck a killing blow towards him, and if it wasn’t for the Megrez Peak’s Elder Lu Qiu lending a hand, he’d already have been killed.

Duan Ling Tian didn’t have a good impression of Zhao Lin.

In next to no time, Duan Ling Tian had pa.s.sed through the chain bridge and stepped onto Megrez Peak.

"Senior Brother Duan Ling Tian!"

"Senior Brother Duan Ling Tian!"

…

Everywhere Duan Ling Tian pa.s.sed, the Megrez Peak disciples all bowed respectfully.

They didn’t know about Duan Ling Tian leaving the Seven Star Sword Sect, and they only thought that Duan Ling Tian was in closed door cultivation lately.

"Duan Ling Tian!" Suddenly, a shout of surprise that was filled with disbelief suddenly sounded out from the distance.

Duan Ling Tian looked over.

In the distance, a middle aged man walked over slowly, and his expression was as if he’d seen a ghost when he saw Duan Ling Tian.

"Elder Zhao Lin." The middle aged man was an ‘old acquaintance’ of Duan Ling Tian, and when Duan Ling Tian saw his old acquaintance, he naturally would lightly smile and greet him.

At the same time that Duan Ling Tian greeted Zhao Lin, he stretched out his Spiritual Force.

"Hmm? Zhao Lin actually didn’t disperse his cultivation?" Duan Ling Tian slightly frowned. "Could it be that he noticed the Muscle Meridian Rebirth Scroll was fake? Or perhaps the Muscle Meridian Rebirth Scroll was pocketed by Zhao Yu and his son?"

Zhao Yu was the external affairs elder of the Seven Star Sword Sect in the Ancient River Trading Company’s branch in the Ancient City of Everlast.

The Muscle Meridian Rebirth Scroll that Duan Ling Tian casually fabricated had precisely entered into the hands of Zhao Yu.

"Duan Ling Tian, you actually didn’t die?!" Duan Ling Tian’s ear drums shook and a cold and harsh voice transmission entered into his ears.

"Elder Zhao Ling, what do you mean by this?" Duan Ling Tian looked at Zhao Lin from a distance, and replied via voice transmission as he acted surprised.

"Duan Ling Tian, we’re using voice transmission, and others are unable to hear it… Stop feigning ignorance! Could it be that the Muscle Meridian Rebirth Scroll my cousin brother acquired that day is fake?" At the same time that Zhao Lin sent a voice transmission, his face seemed to become warped and savage.

"So what if it’s fake? Didn’t you not cultivate it yet?" Duan Ling Tian said indifferently.

"You… You caused my son to disperse his cultivation!" Zhao Lin’s appearance was terrifying, and traces of coldness was mixed within his voice transmission.

It could be imagined that if it wasn’t for the concentrated gazes of the surrounding Megrez Peak disciples, he might have directly struck a killing blow towards Duan Ling Tian.

Duan Ling Tian was able to sense boundless rage from Zhao Lin’s voice transmission…

He was indifferent towards this.

"Zhao Lin, get it straight… It wasn’t I who harmed your son, but you instead. If it wasn’t for you coveting that fict.i.tious Muscle Meridian Rebirth Scroll in my possession, do you think all this would have happened?" Duan Ling Tian looked at Zhao Ling, and his voice transmission contained a sneer mixed within.

"Fict.i.tious?" Zhao Lin’s pupils constricted, and his voice transmission was slightly anxious. "What do you mean by this?"

"What do I mean?" Duan Ling Tian grunted, then said via voice transmission. "There’s no Muscle Meridian Rebirth Scroll in this world at all. That’s just a cultivation method I casually fabricated to divert your attention that day."

"No… Impossible… There was obviously a change akin to rebirth on you that time, could it be that all of it was fake? It was all part of your scheme against me?" Zhao Lin was on the verge of going berserk.

"Scheming against you?" Duan Ling Tian sneered. "Zhao Lin, you think too highly of yourself… I didn’t know you that day, so where does this talk of scheming against you come from? As for the changes akin to rebirth, I have to say that you’re extremely smart and guessed correctly right at the beginning. I consumed the 10,000 Year Stalact.i.te Milk to obtain rebirth!"

"10,000 Year Stalact.i.te Milk!" Zhao Lin’s figure trembled as if it was struck by lightning, and scarlet red appeared in his eyes as he looked at Duan Ling Tian. "Duan Ling Tian, you… You actually deceived me!"

"Deceive? Perhaps." Duan Ling Tian shrugged and glanced indifferently at Zhao Lin. "That day, I casually fabricate the Muscle Meridian Rebirth Scroll only because I wanted you to dispel your covetous thoughts… But unexpectedly, you were actually so mad for the Muscle Meridian Rebirth Scroll! First you asked two outer court disciples to make trouble for me, then you even controlled the outer court martial compet.i.tion to become a life and death compet.i.tion, and even asked s.h.i.+ Hao to kill me."

"But unfortunately, all you schemes didn’t succeed and were crushed by me!" Duan Ling Tian’s voice transmission entered into Zhao Lin’s ears.

Zhao Lin’s face was livid when he heard Duan Ling Tian and his body started to tremble unrestrainedly.

"Duan Ling Tian!" Zhao Lin took a deep breath, and the tone of his voice transmission eased up slightly. "So long as you hand over the 10,000 Year Stalact.i.te Milk, the score between you and me will be written off!"

Zhao Lin’s words caused Duan Ling Tian to be stunned.

Zhao Lin was still thinking of the 10,000 Year Stalact.i.te Milk when it had come to this?

Duan Ling Tian glanced indifferently at Zhao Lin, then said slowly via voice transmission, "Elder Zhao Lin, I think you’ll likely be disappointed. The 10,000 Year Stalact.i.te Milk was completely consumed by me that day."

"Do you think I would believe you?" Zhao Lin’s voice transmission was filled with ruthlessness. "Duan Ling Tian, I’ll give you one more chance… So long as you give me the 10,000 Year Stalact.i.te Milk, the score between us will be written off! Otherwise, even if your natural talent is extraordinary, you won’t be able to live happily within the Seven Star Sword Sect in the future."

"It isn’t difficult if I want to make you die." As he finished speaking, Zhao Lin’s tone fully displayed an intention to threaten.

"Then I’ll wait and see." Duan Ling Tian glanced deeply at Zhao Lin, and completely disregarded it before leaving with large strides.

"You!!" Zhao Lin’s expression became savage again, and his eyes were filled with coldness as he gazed at Duan Ling Tian’s figure that disappeared into the distance.

Zhao Lin took a deep breath and looked towards the numerous gazes that had swept over, and instantly snapped. "What’re you looking at?!"

Instantly, the crowd of Megrez Peak disciples were scared to dispersion.

"Sh*t! That Muscle Meridian Rebirth Scroll is fake… I can’t allow my son to continue cultivating it!" Zhao Lin’s face went pale and he hurriedly stepped onto the chain bridge that headed towards Dubhe Peak.

In next to no time, Zhao Lin arrived at the palace that was near the peak of Dubhe Peak.

"Ke!" In next to no time, Zhao Lin saw his only son, Zhao Ke, in a s.p.a.cious room.

Presently, Zhao Ke was with Zhao Lei, seeming to be discussing something.

Their brows were knit together as they looked at the small booklet between them.

"Father!"

"Uncle!"

Zhao Ke and Zhao Lei looked at Zhao Lin and hurriedly greeted.

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Zhao Lin raised his hand to pick up the small booklet on the table, then Origin Energy bloomed out from his hand to directly destroy the small booklet.

"Father, what’s going on?" Zhao Ke was completely dumbstruck when he saw this scene…

That was the Muscle Meridian Rebirth Scroll!

"Uncle, what’s going on?" Zhao Lei was stunned as well, and his face went pale. Without the Muscle Meridian Rebirth Scroll, it would also mean his future was completely in darkness without any light to speak off.

After all, he’d already dispersed his cultivation and was without a means of retreat!

Presently, although he’d started cultivating once again, he’d only cultivated to the ninth level of the Core Formation Stage.

"It’s fake! This Muscle Meridian Rebirth Scroll is fake!" Zhao Lin’s expression was livid and his rage surged. "Duan Ling Tian didn’t die, he didn’t die at all! This Muscle Meridian Rebirth Scroll was fabricated by him as well, and there isn’t such a cultivation method in the world at all… The only reason he was able to possess such formidable natural talent was because he’d consumed 10,000 Year Stalact.i.te Milk!"

"What?!" Zhao Ke and Zhao Lei’s faces went deathly pale when they heard Zhao Lin.

"It’s fake?" Their bodies trembled, then looked at each other and saw the despair in each other’s eyes.

"No… No!!" Zhao Ke’s body started trembling, and his appearance was savage, not willing to believe that all this was true.

"Ke, it’s alright. You’re still young so you’ll quickly recover your cultivation." Zhao Lin consoled.

"No, Father, it’s not because of this! I…" Zhao Ke rubbed a certain place of his nether regions, and the empty feeling that he sensed caused him to close his eyes in despair.