CH 90

Lord Ding Shan sat on the mountainside, with a smile on his face, waiting for the start of the performance.

He wore a luxurious white robe, with a slight beard, and had a refined appearance. This was also inherited by the Young Marquis, as the distinguished and handsome appearance of the Ding Shan Mansion was indeed not bad.

The people in the city of Nan Guan all knew that Lord Ding Shan was obsessed with seeking immortality. They rarely had the chance to see him, so many people looked over in this direction.

Mortals?

Just ants.

He was born into a noble family and had never experienced the hardships of the mortal world. But from a young age, he lost interest in everything mundane. He firmly believed that only through cultivating immortality could one transcend.

For someone like him, who had a noble background but only average talent in seeking immortality, the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths had a consistent attitude. They could give him an outer disciple status and bestow him with techniques, but they would not accept him as a core disciple.

Because of his noble status, he couldn't do what ordinary disciples did, sacrificing their lives for the sect's support, or risking danger to obtain resources for themselves. Taking in such a disciple was like taking in a big shot. No top-tier immortal sect would be willing to do such a foolish thing.

So over the years, Lord Ding Shan, although devoted to the Dao, could only linger outside the mainstream cultivation world, longing to enter but unable to do so.

He could only rely on depleting the accumulated resources of the entire mansion to exchange for a massive amount of resources and support himself to reach the sixth realm.

But breaking through the Earth Gate was already as difficult as ascending to the heavens for him, and reaching the seventh realm seemed out of reach. However, he refused to give up and resorted to illegal activities to gain benefits.

He had no guilt in trafficking women to the Eastern Region. In his eyes, mortals were no different from cows, horses, pigs, and dogs. Even the royal family was just a more noble kind of cattle. If it could help his cultivation, he wouldn't hesitate to kill them all, let alone sell them.

He had never been interested in the ordinary mundane activities in the city of Nan Guan. Over the years, he had only focused on cultivating. The reason why he was willing to come and watch Xue Lingxue's performance today was because he had a slight fantasy about her.

If his son could get along with Xue Lingxue, then he would also have a relationship with Nan Yin Fang. For so many years, he had always been on the fringe of the mainstream cultivation world, unable to enter. This would be a way for him to enter.

Moreover, there were rumors in the palace that Shen Qingyan from Nan Yin Fang had a chance to become the Crown Princess, and in the future, probably the Empress. Xue Lingxue and Shen Qingyan were of the same generation and had a good relationship. If his son could get involved with this line, it would pave the way for the future.

The reason why the Ding Shan Mansion was so "poor" was precisely because in this remote place of the Southern Region, they were not given much importance, had no power or benefits, and only had their noble status.

He thought long-term, but whether Xue Lingxue would be interested in his son was still unknown. However, he was quite confident about it because his son inherited his good looks and had means that he didn't possess. With his royal identity, he was not inferior to Xue Lingxue. This matter had great potential.

That's why he personally came to today's performance, prepared to meet Xue Lingxue after the show, and personally help his son establish a closer relationship.

With this thought in mind, he sat here, smiling and waiting for the start of the performance.

And then, he witnessed a bizarre scene.

His beloved son, who he had high hopes for, flew over from a distance, with a streak of sword light chasing after him. When he was about to reach the stage, he was enveloped in a red light and fell onto the stage in a grotesque posture... The young cultivator chasing after him even held a sword and demanded his confession.

There were countless spectators watching the show below, numbering in the tens of thousands.

Lord Ding Shan's usually calm face showed a rare expression of shock and anger. He stood up abruptly, clearly this scene exceeded his imagination.

I'm still waiting here to go on the show.

Has my son become the show?

...

Chu Liang captured Xia An with his sword, forcing him to confess in front of the crowd. His clothes were soaked in blood, and his imposing manner was quite terrifying.

Xia An had just witnessed Chu Liang killing Lu Shi, and he still had lingering fear in his heart. He wished he could shout, "I confess!" and beg for forgiveness from the heavens.

But just as he was about to raise his head and shout, he heard a familiar and steady shout.

"Bold!"

A gust of white wind suddenly arrived, and there was already a dignified figure on the stage. It was his father, the current Lord Ding Shan!

After a pause, more than ten martial experts swiftly descended onto the stage. They were all guards from the mansion, surrounding Chu Liang in the center.

Chu Liang pressed his sword against Xia An's neck, his face calm as he stared at Lord Ding Shan without fear.

Lord Ding Shan looked at the blood-soaked youth and for a moment felt his gaze burning. He immediately frowned and said, "Do you know what you're doing?"

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"Carrying out justice," Chu Liang calmly replied.

"Heh..." Lord Ding Shan stared back with a more imposing gaze. "Spouting nonsense and falsely accusing the royal family, do you know what crime that is? Seize him!"

He didn't care at all about his son under Chu Liang's sword, and directly ordered the guards to capture him!

Chu Liang lightly flipped the blade against Xia An's neck, immediately revealing a bloodline. Xia An shouted loudly, "Father! Don't! Save me! Save me!"

But Lord Ding Shan remained unmoved, only releasing a powerful aura that pressed down on Chu Liang, like a mountain on his shoulders!

Chu Liang gritted his teeth, feeling that he could be crushed by this aura at any moment. Without the power of the Zhan Hong Ming Jian, the gap between the sixth realm and the third realm was indeed insurmountable. Just this aura alone made it almost impossible for him to move!

But the guards from the mansion had already approached, and at this moment, he could do nothing but take the Young Marquis away with a sword. He couldn't resist in any other way.

If it weren't for the guards being somewhat cautious and not daring to immediately make a move, fearing that if they rushed forward and Chu Liang killed the Young Marquis, Lord Ding Shan would vent his anger on them, he would have been subdued in an instant. After all, although Lord Ding Shan pretended not to care about his son, if anyone was the first to rush forward and harm the Young Marquis, who could guarantee that Lord Ding Shan wouldn't be furious afterwards?

So the footsteps of the guards approaching were still somewhat hesitant, but regardless, they would eventually move forward.

At this critical moment, a loud shout came from the side.

"Stop!"

Like a thunderclap, a figure landed gracefully in the center of the stage.

This person had thick eyebrows and big eyes, with a youthful appearance and a full of vitality. He stood solemnly in the middle of the scene, pressing his hands to both sides to stabilize the situation. He said to Lord Ding Shan, "Lord, please calm down. No one should make a move. Give me face."

Lord Ding Shan frowned and looked at him. "And who are you?"

The young man replied, "I am Lin Bei."

"Get lost!"