Mortal: Copying the entry, reborn as Linghu Patriarch

Linghu Qing lowered his eyes to look at Ling Meier on the ground, a silent look passing through his eyes.

She was disheveled and her hair was filthy.

She had lost all her delicate features and looked exactly like a madwoman.

He'd seen plenty of honey traps, but this was the first time he'd ever seen one so overzealous.

This isn't a honey trap; it's clearly a pity trap.

Is she trying to change her approach, deliberately showcasing her resilient personality to gain attention with a beautiful yet strong image?

Linghu Qing remained unmoved and wasn't buying it.

Are you alright?

Despite the excruciating pain and burning anger within her, Ling Meier forced herself to maintain a gentle and delicate demeanor, her voice hoarse.

"Thank you for saving me, Captain. Mei'er is unharmed."

"It's good that you're alright."

After saying this, Linghu Qing said no more and turned to leave.

Ling Mei'er stood frozen in place, staring at his resolute back, completely stunned.

The next moment, extreme anger and humiliation surged into his heart, and his eyes were filled with rage.

You're so late!

He let himself get so badly injured for nothing!

They left without saying a word?

Am I that worthless?

hateful!

On the flying boat.

Ling Mei'er sat alone in a corner, her injuries throbbing and a burning sensation constantly emanating from her skin.

I felt both angry and regretful, and my frustration was hard to calm down.

He suffered serious injuries for nothing, his plans fell through, and he gained nothing.

She looked up at Linghu Qing's standing figure, a hint of stubbornness and ruthlessness flashing in her eyes.

I will definitely make you fall in love with me.

A strange and alluring glimmer flashed and disappeared in her eyes.

Actually, she wasn't just an ordinary seductive woman.

Melancholy body.

Ling Mei'er possesses a top-tier physique that she was born with.

It can forcibly charm cultivators in the world, imprint their minds, and make them work for one's own purposes.

She didn't want to use her last trump card.

This constitution can only be used once in a lifetime.

She had been patiently waiting, hoping to use her looks, methods, and gentle demeanor to slowly approach and quietly win him over.

But now, gentle tricks are no longer effective.

You rejected me first.

If we keep wasting time, we'll only miss out on opportunities.

It seems I have no choice but to use the power of my physical constitution.

Ling Mei'er's gaze hardened, and she had already made a decision in her heart.

She couldn't have done it alone.

To control Linghu Qing, we must rely on the patriarch's intervention and first use force to subdue him.

Everyone listened with trepidation, repeatedly marveling at the unpredictable and dangerous nature of the desolate frontier.

"That lava frog was about to break through to the Void Refinement stage; I thought it was doomed to die today!"

"Thankfully, the captain arrived in time..."

On the deck, Yan Yan recounted to the team members the whole story of how they encountered danger in the canyon and were rescued in time by the captain.

"The captain's strength has gotten even stronger!"

Exclamations of praise rose and fell, echoing across the deck of the flying boat.

Ling Meier, who was originally filled with resentment, suddenly stiffened upon hearing this.

Suddenly, everything became clear in my mind.

That's it!

So he didn't intentionally not come to save me!

It was a sudden, desperate situation on Yan Yan's side that tied down Linghu Qing!

It was Yan Yan who disrupted her entire plan, causing her to be seriously injured and suffer humiliation for nothing!

For an instant.

A cold hatred flashed in Ling Mei'er's eyes, and she silently harbored resentment towards Yan Yan as well.

You ruined her opportunity and delayed her important matters; I will remember this grudge.

The flying boat sped through the air and quickly returned to Tianyuan City, landing steadily in the city's garrison square.

Having just completed a task, everyone was happy to be able to rest for a long time.

The square was bustling with people.

A young man in white rushed towards Ling Meier with a solicitous expression.

"Mei'er! You're back from your mission!"

Liu Wu's eyes were filled with fervor.

But when his gaze swept over Linghu Qing, who was standing to the side, the smile in his eyes froze for a moment.

This slight change in emotion was extremely subtle.

But Linghu Qing noticed it all clearly.

The source of that subtle yet intense killing intent after leaving the city was this person.

However, this person has no gold attributes, and even purple attributes are few and far between.

Extremely ordinary.

Seeing Liu Wu's obsequious and humble manner towards Ling Meier, Linghu Qing had already guessed most of the reason.

It was because of women.

Liu Wu felt jealous.

He always regarded Ling Meier as his exclusive possession.

After his seclusion ended some time ago, he heard that Ling Meier had left his command and joined Linghu Qing's team.

The thoughts of the patriarch of the Ling family were not a secret within their small circle.

He made a few inquiries and learned that Ling Meier had transferred teams specifically to be with this man.

Upon learning the truth, Liu Wu was almost driven to the brink of rage.

He had a high opinion of himself, and his father was a veteran cultivator at the Void Refinement stage, with a powerful background.

In his view, he was the one most worthy of Ling Meier.

Why did Linghu Qing suddenly appear and steal the person who should have been mine?

"Young Master Liu."

"We have no relationship. Please call me Ling Meier."

Ling Meier looked at Liu Wu, who had stepped forward, with a cold expression, devoid of any warmth.

Stiff words.

Liu Wu's face suddenly turned pale. He hurriedly concealed the gloom in his eyes and tried to appease her by offering an explanation.

"Mei'er, are you still angry? Angry that I didn't help the Ling family fight before?"

"It wasn't that I was unwilling that time! My father forcibly confined me to the house, forbidding me from interfering in the conflict between your two families! If I were able to fight, I would definitely do everything in my power to help your family!"

He desperately tried to defend himself and salvage his image.

Mei'er remained indifferent, her expression cold and unmoved.

She secretly felt contempt for him.

Liu Wu was indeed her best choice at the time.

She has a solid background, her father is a cultivator, she herself is obedient and gentle, and she is devoted to him.

Moreover, she only used subtle seductive psychological suggestion, and her methods were clean, so even if the other party's father had any suspicions, he couldn't find any clues.

But now, she has a better goal.

How can a second-generation member of a powerful family, relying on the protection of his father, compare to Linghu Qing, a once-in-a-millennium genius who has transformed into a Nascent Soul cultivator?

The superiority of one over the other is obvious at a glance.

Her coldness and aloofness completely pierced Liu Wu's last shred of self-respect.

The gentleness in Liu Wu's eyes vanished, replaced by intense anger, and his tone became somewhat obsessive as he questioned her.

"You suddenly switched teams and deliberately distanced yourself from me, is it because of him?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he directed all his jealousy and resentment at Linghu Qing.

"My choice has nothing to do with the captain, Young Master Liu. Please have some self-respect and don't make baseless accusations."

Ling Meier frowned and warned in a cold voice.

After she finished speaking, she subconsciously turned her head, wanting to observe Linghu Qing's expression.

She wanted to see if her decisive disassociation would win Linghu Qing's favor.

But the moment she turned her head, she only saw Linghu Qing's back.

The other party had already turned and left.

He seemed completely unconcerned about their argument.

Feeling deeply aggrieved, Mei'er had no choice but to leave as well.

"Young Master Liu, I'm going home now. Please don't follow me."

The two of them walked away.

Liu Wu stood there, watching the two figures from behind, his eyes filled with a frenzied jealousy and hatred, and he gritted his teeth and growled.

"Linghu Qing! I will prove you're no match for me!"

He was filled with boundless hatred and anger.

What exactly are those two Shadow Clan members doing?

They couldn't even kill a Nascent Soul cultivator?