C24 You Have a Good Son

Ling Hao walked out of the house and saw Li Mingxue standing there.

"What's the matter?"

Li Mingxue walked a few steps, looked at the heroic and radiant Ling Hao, and said softly: "I … I'd like to invite you out to admire the flowers. "

After she finished speaking, her eyes were full of expectation.

"Sorry, I'm not free."

Ling Hao's voice was indifferent, without sadness or joy.

Seeing his own Master doing this, Huang Lao quietly retreated after bidding Ling Hao farewell. He wasn't willing to get involved in this kind of thing, so before he left, he shot a pitiful glance at Li Mingxue.

"Ling Hao, I'm here."

In front of him stood Yang Linglong, behind him were his grandfather, younger brother, and many other elders and higher-ups.

When Li Mingxue heard his words and saw Yang Linglong walking so close to him, he felt extremely regretful.

"I've heard about you from Ling'er and Yue'er. In the Flame Clan's competition yesterday, to this old man, you could be considered a young hero!"

"My lord." Ling Hao said. This middle-aged man was the leader of the Psionic Flame Clan clan.

Yang Wuyuan stroked his beard, feeling more and more that this youth was not an ordinary person.

"I came here with Ling'er today, there are two things."

Ling Hao revealed a face of doubt, but Ling Changfeng did the same.

Why would the clan head come personally?

"In three days, Ling Hao, you will enter the Flame Clan's Institution. The people there are all high ranking members of our Flame Clan, but you must remember one thing, you must not provoke a young man called Chen Zongyang."

"Chen Zongyang?" Ling Hao searched through all of his memories but still couldn't remember who this person was.

Then, Yang Wuyuan said: "The second thing …."

He turned around and looked at Ling Changfeng, and smiled: "Zhang Feng, ever since you became disabled, this old man has not had anyone look at you, please forgive me."

Ling Changfeng cupped his hands: "Whatever the Patriarch has to say, you have to take care of it everyday."

"Fortunately, I have a good son. He refined a White Bone Pill and cured me. I have already reached the Second Sky of the True Yang."

Yang Wuyuan's eyes lit up. He walked forward, grabbed Ling Changfeng's arm and closed his eyes.

"Ling Changfeng, you have a good son."

"Seventh Elder is old. You will take up your position as the Seventh Elder tomorrow."

Yang Wuyuan was secretly shocked, this child was too mysterious, he treated his family well, and that was the reason he would have relationships in the future.

Ling Changfeng agreed.

Afterwards, Yang Wuyuan talked about concocting pills intentionally or not, and Ling Hao didn't hold back. He took out the pill furnace that the Huang Lao had brought over today, and immediately refined the Face Preserving Pill and the Longevity Pill.

In just an hour!

When Yang Linglong heard about the effects of the Face Preserving Pill, he was overjoyed. It could actually maintain a face for a hundred years, at that time, eating another pill could sustain a hundred more years.

If a cultivator didn't break through, then their longevity wouldn't be limitless.

Tears rolled down Yang Wuyuan's face. Originally, he only had a dozen or so years of life left, but if he did not break through, his life would have ended.

A genius!

Countless cultivators were madly cultivating because of the matter of their lifespan, fighting against the heavens for their lives. Who would have thought that this young man would be able to casually refine a few Pills that would increase his lifespan by a hundred years!

"Brother Ling Tian, you are indeed a heaven warping talent. If you have the time, come and play with me, I'm the eighth elder."

"I don't want to go to your house, you drunkard. I have a lot of fun things in my house, such as cultivation art and spirit artifacts."

"What are you two talking about? Young Hero Ling is very righteous, how could he mix with you? We are the third elder of the Flame Clan, we specialize in finances, and spirit stone s are essential items to go out."

Several elders chattered without caring about the ashen faces of their clan leader.

Ling Hao's ears were about to explode, he felt that they were too strong, and that it was a kind of problem for him, for example, right in front of him, the elders' eyes were shining with a green light, they looked a little cautious.

Yang Linglong pursed his lips and laughed. Who asked you to be so outstanding, these old fellows were all thinking for their own benefits and were willing to befriend him.

Li Mingxue looked at the crowd of white-clothed youth that surrounded everyone and felt deep regret in his heart. However, as matters stood, it was impossible for the broken mirror to be perfectly fine no matter what.

Just as she was about to leave, she saw Seventh Elder pushing Chen Yu, who was sitting on a wheelchair, towards Ling Hao.