After being expelled from the sect, I became the villain mentor

Yu Nian and his group stayed in Junhong City for half a month.

Ling Cang came to Junhong City alone and looked around.

He sat in a restaurant in the city center, poured himself a cup of tea, and looked out the window at the busy street below.

There are four to five hundred thousand people in Junhong City. When he was twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old in his previous life, evil cultivators came and killed all the people in the city.

If we calculate it based on the time of this lifetime, this will not happen until ten years later.

He returned to Junhong City this time just for this matter, to see if he could prevent this tragedy from happening.

However, the time had been advanced so much, he didn't know where the evil cultivator who caused the killing was at this time...

Perhaps, that evil cultivator is not in Junhong City at all at this moment.

No matter what, since I'm back, I must check it out.

However, his investigations overtly and covertly over the past few days had yielded no clues or results.

If it really doesn't work, just make the entire Ling family move out of Junhong City before the ten-year deadline.

He is not a good person. If we can't find that evil cultivator, hundreds of thousands of people in Junhong City will die.

Ling Cang lowered his eyes in thought. After drinking his tea, he threw down the spirit stone and left the restaurant. However, before he walked out of the restaurant door, he was blocked by a figure.

"Hey, isn't this the young master of the Ling family?"

A young man covered in gold, holding a folding fan and looking quite arrogant, looked at Ling Cang with a sneer in his eyes.

Hearing this, Ling Cang looked at the man who looked somewhat familiar but he could not remember who he was.

"So it's Xiao Yushu who's back. Why isn't he happy staying in that barren land in the far west with all its poor mountains and bad waters?!" There was also a fat man with a smile on his face nearby, joining the young man in making a noise.

The two of them didn't seem to notice the chilling aura emanating from Ling Cang, and were still laughing and talking happily.

Then, they could no longer laugh, for a sword that chilled their hearts was placed between their necks.

The sword blade even embedded itself into one person's flesh, causing a sharp pain at the junction, followed by trickles of blood flowing out.

Ling Cang put down his sword and said coldly, "Don't let me see you two again, get out!"

If Ling Cang didn't want to cause trouble at this critical juncture, he would have found a hidden place without hesitation to take the lives of the two men.

Then sprinkle the corpse-dissolving water on it, killing the person without leaving any trace.

The two fled in terror. Ling Cang picked up Shuang Xuan and turned to leave in the opposite direction.

Seeing that they were far enough away, the two men felt confident and stood there, staring at Ling Cang's back and swearing, "Ling Yushu, you're done. Just wait! I'll tell my dad right now!"

Ling Cang threw the Frost Profound Sword behind him without thinking, and then a pig-slaughtering scream rang out.

The Frost Black Sword pierced the man's foot steadily, accurately and fiercely, piercing the man's foot and nailing it to the ground. The hilt of the sword swayed in the air and gently tapped the man's leg.

"Mr. Shen, are you okay?" The fat man who was with the man turned pale.

Ling Cang turned around expressionlessly and walked towards the two men with murderous intent, scaring them so much that they trembled all over. The fat man ran away first without any loyalty.

"Come back here, you bastard!"

No matter how the man shouted, the fat man's feet seemed to be greased, and he ran faster and faster, and disappeared in a few seconds.

The man looked at Ling Cang who was walking towards him, sweat dripping all over his body. "What are you going to do? I'm telling you, Ling Yushu, if you dare to do anything to me, my father will not let your Ling family go..."

Amidst the man's screams, Ling Cang deftly pulled out the Frost Profound Sword and stabbed it into the man's uninjured left foot.

A piercing pain came from the soles of both feet.

The man's legs went weak in pain and his face turned pale with fear.

Ling Cang drew out the Frost Mysterious Sword again, sheathed it, and said expressionlessly, "I hate being threatened the most... Also, don't mention this name again."

The matter was over, and a few days later it was the Chinese Valentine's Day.

On the seventh day of July, the thin clouds are playing tricks, the flying stars are conveying hatred, the Milky Way is dark and distant, and when the golden wind and jade dew meet, it is better than countless things in the world.

Because Duan Xiaowan and her son are mortals, the Ling family also retains the custom of celebrating ordinary festivals.

Ling Qing had a rare day off, and planned to spend the afternoon taking Yu Nian and his group and his second brother's family to the famous Guyu Opera performance in the west of Junhong City.

However, just as they were sitting in the hall of Ling Mansion, resting for a while and preparing to go out, a father and son came to the door in a threatening manner.

A Ling clan foundation-building disciple guarding the gate stumbled into the hall with a panicked look on his face, "The Patriarch... The City Lord broke in..."

Before the disciple could finish his words, Shen Yue, the Lord of Junhong City, rushed directly into the hall of Ling Mansion.

Behind him, Shen Shao, whose feet were wrapped like dumplings, was supported by two servants.

Shen Yue glared, his eyebrows raised, and looked at Ling Qing angrily: "Ling Qing, you..."

However, the next second Shen Yue fell silent and swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

"Fellow Daoist, if you have anything to say, please sit down and talk."

Yu Nian, who was sitting on a chair with a sword in one hand, saw Shen Yue come in and pointed at an empty chair and said gently.

However, in Shen Yue's view, this scene was a knife threat.

Feeling Yu Nian's level of cultivation, Shen Yue swallowed and sat on the chair as Yu Nian said.

Such a young Nascent Soul cultivator must have an extraordinary background, and must be backed by either a prominent cultivation clan or one of the ten major sects. How did Ling Qing get in touch with such a person? If he had known, he wouldn't have brought Shao'er with him...

Yu Nian's voice rang out again, "Fellow Daoist, what do you want to talk to Patriarch Ling about?"

Shen Yue's face was stiff, and he could only say, "Nothing..."

However, before he could finish his words, Shen Shao, who was supported by a servant, became much more arrogant as if he had the support of his father, the city lord.

"Ling Qing, look at what your son has done to me. I want that guy Ling Yushu to kneel down and apologize..."

Shen Yue's face turned pale, and he immediately stood up and slapped Shen Shao on the back of the head. Shen Shao felt a sudden pain, "Dad, you hit me!"

"How can you talk like that? You should call me Uncle Ling!"

Shen Yue's face was sullen as he continued to scold Shen Shao, "You ignorant thing, I'll deal with you when I get back... Shen Da Shen Er, bring the young master back to the City Lord's Mansion."

The two servants who were supporting Shen Shao said, "Yes."

Shen Shao, who was taken away, struggled and shouted in disbelief, "Dad! Didn't you come here to seek revenge for me? How could you do this..."

Shen Shao's shouts disappeared as his figure gradually moved away from the Ling Mansion. Shen Yue looked at Yu Nian and the other two with an embarrassed expression, "It's okay for Shen to discipline you, but it's really embarrassing for this person to see you."

Yu Nian said that he understood very well.

After all, it is normal for a spoiled teenager to be a little spoiled. It will be fine once he gets through the rebellious middle school period.

He didn't do anything evil like murder or arson, he was just a little domineering and arrogant, so it's no big deal.

This time, Ling Qing spoke up, "Why did the City Lord come here uninvited today?"

Shen Yue was speechless for a moment, then quickly came up with an idea and said, "Master Ling, I will be hosting a Qixi Festival party tonight. How wonderful it would be for everyone to drink, admire the lanterns, and write poetry together... Here is the invitation."

After saying this, Shen Yue took out two invitations from his storage ring and handed them to Yu Nian and Ling Qing with a smile on his face, "I hope Master Ling and this True Lord will accept them."

Even he himself was impressed by his own wisdom.

Not only would it quell the disaster, but it might even establish a connection with the forces behind the True Lord...

It’s a wonderful thought.

Ling Qing, both of them thousand-year-old foxes, glanced at the invitation, smiled faintly, and pushed it back, saying, "Thank you for your kindness, City Lord. Unfortunately, Ling Qing is a businessman, not understanding the romantic world, not liking to drink, and certainly not capable of writing poetry. City Lord, please invite a famous poet in the city."