Cultivation: I Signed in with the Talent of an Immortal at the Start

Chapter 778: Able to Let Go

On the other side.

Wang Ping was talking to Li Tiantong when he suddenly felt the space in front of him darken. He looked up and nearly jumped out of his seat.

Wasn’t this the Sword Cultivator Prodigy from Jiuxuan City, Han Xuanji’s opponent from just now?

Was he a sore loser?

Wang Ping glanced at Ling Cang, then at the stern-faced Ling Xuan following behind him, and immediately understood the situation.

They had come looking for trouble!

What should he do?

Wang Ping couldn’t help but tilt his head, seeking help.

At this moment, the others were also somewhat surprised. Li Tiantong’s expression was calm; he felt that Ling Cang had intentionally restrained his Aura and did not seem to be looking for trouble.

Hun Jiuge wondered if he needed to step up and handle the situation alone.

However, seeing the famous Ling Cang standing before him, the words died on his lips.

Although he had lost to Han Xuanji, it did not mean he was incompetent.

Looking across the entire region, Ling Cang could certainly be called a Prodigy.

Just as the atmosphere became awkward, Ling Cang grabbed the back of Ling Xuan’s neck and spoke: “I am Ling Cang.”

“I am Ling Xuan’s older brother.”

“My younger brother spoke rudely at Qianmeng Pavilion previously; I apologize.”

Ling Cang’s tone was humble, carrying a touch of sincerity: “This was his fault. As his older brother, I apologize to you all on his behalf.”

As he spoke, he bowed slightly and offered a salute.

Then, Ling Xuan also saluted and apologized, his tone sincere: “I am sorry. It was I who didn’t know the immensity of heaven and earth and spoke wildly… I ask for your understanding.”

Wang Ping was stunned.

He had thought Ling Cang came to cause trouble, but he hadn’t expected an apology.

This was the number one Sword Cultivator in Jiuxuan City, a direct descendant of the Ling Family, a Sword Cultivator genius before whom countless Cultivators bowed in defeat.

For such a figure to actually bow and apologize to a few nobodies like them over a verbal dispute?

He truly knew how to let go.

“That… Young Master Ling, you are being too serious.” Wang Ping hurriedly stood up and waved his hands: “That is all in the past; we haven’t taken it to heart.”

Li Tiantong also stood up and cupped his hands: “Young Master Ling, you are too polite. A minor verbal dispute is not worth mentioning.”

Hun Jiuge also chimed in, his expression shifting from surprise to admiration.

Ling Cang straightened up, looked at the group, and suddenly asked: “You all should be well-acquainted with Brother Han Xuanji?”

Wang Ping nodded: “We are friends.”

Ling Cang was silent for a moment, then slowly said: “He is very strong.”

He paused, then added: “Stronger than anyone I have ever met.”

Coming from Ling Cang, these words carried more weight than if they had come from anyone else.

Wang Ping and the others exchanged glances, seeing the surprise in each other’s eyes. It was clear that Ling Cang was genuinely convinced, with no lingering resentment.

“Young Master Ling, you are too kind.” Li Tiantong shook his head: “Brother Han is indeed strong, but he never cares about such things; he only wishes to pursue the Dao.”

Ling Cang nodded, feeling he understood a little more about Han Xuanji.

He did not say anything more.

He turned around very decisively and walked in the direction he came from.

Ling Xuan followed behind with a complicated expression. He didn’t mind apologizing; he just wondered why he wasn’t allowed to apologize in private.

Qin Yong walked at the end. He glanced at Wang Ping and the others, gave a slight nod, and then strode to catch up. Wang Ping watched their retreating figures and suddenly grinned.

“This Ling Cang is a sensible person.”

Hun Jiuge pursed his lips: “Of course he’s sensible. His younger brother was out there making enemies for him. If he didn’t come out to apologize, it wouldn’t look good once Brother Han came out and found out.”

Li Tiantong shook his head: “I think he was sincere; he isn’t afraid of Brother Han.”

“How do you know?” Hun Jiuge was unconvinced.

Li Tiantong did not answer, only watching Ling Cang’s receding figure with deep eyes.

He was also a Sword Cultivator; he could feel that there was not a trace of gloom in Ling Cang’s Sword Intent; it was as clear as washed water.

That was not faked; it was true relief.

For a Sword Cultivator to maintain such a state of mind after a crushing defeat, this person’s future was limitless.

In the distance, Ling Xuan followed behind Ling Cang, muttering in a low voice: “Brother, it would have been enough for me to apologize. Why did you apologize to them? You are…”

“I am what?” Ling Cang did not stop, calmly interrupting him: “The number one Sword Cultivator? The number one on the Jiuxuan City Prodigy Ranking?”

Ling Xuan stopped talking.

Ling Cang stopped and turned to look at his younger brother, his tone calm in a way that didn’t seem like him: “Ling Xuan, do you know what my biggest gain was from fighting Han Xuanji today?”

Ling Xuan shook his head.

“It made me realize how arrogant I used to be.” Ling Cang’s gaze was distant: “I thought I was number one in Jiuxuan City, and even if I couldn’t be number one in the entire Jiuxuan Prefecture, being in the top three shouldn’t have been a problem.”

“But today I discovered that if Qianhun City has Han Xuanji, perhaps other places have Wang Xuanji. The world is vast; how many Prodigies do not seek fame and fortune…”

Ling Xuan opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found he couldn’t say anything at all.

Because there was truly no flaw to be found in these words.

“Han Xuanji’s dao foundation, Physical Body, and techniques—every single one is far superior to mine. He won against me not by luck, not by restraint, but by a comprehensive crushing defeat.”

Ling Cang’s voice was very soft, but every word revealed a sense of clarity: “I didn’t believe such a person existed before, but now I believe it.”

Ling Xuan lowered his head.

“So, in the future, do not act so high-profile outside.” Ling Cang patted his shoulder: “It doesn’t matter if you embarrass me, but if you offend people you shouldn’t offend, how do you expect me to save you?”

Ling Xuan made a bitter face and nodded.

Qin Yong, walking behind, suddenly interjected: “So, do you think Han Xuanji’s first place is secure this time?”

Ling Cang looked at him and suddenly smiled.

His smile was faint but carried an unprecedented sense of openness: “First place, it belongs to no one else but him.”

Qin Yong was stunned for a moment, then also smiled, forcefully patting Ling Cang’s shoulder: “Not bad. I thought you would fall into a depression.”

…

Time passed slowly.

“Did Xiao Yan win?” Han Xuanji watched a name fade on the light screen, while the name “Yan Xiao” continued to flicker.

At this point, only four names remained on the light screen. Himself, Song Tiancheng, Yan Xiao, and Shi Ziyun.

Song Tiancheng was the hidden strong enemy that Han Xuanji had previously detected. In this Law Conference, his dao foundation was second only to his own, and he had also successfully mastered a Saint-level Cultivation Technique; his strength was not to be underestimated.

As for the rumors in the outside world, I’m afraid everyone had been deceived by him.

His true combat power was very likely much stronger than Ling Cang’s.

However, this was just Han Xuanji’s speculation. After all, he had not fought him yet, and imagining the opponent’s strength to be as powerful as possible was never a mistake.

The three days of rest passed quickly.

Han Xuanji opened his eyes. He hadn’t been idle these past few days; after absorbing the gains from the battle against Ling Cang, he had gained some new insights into the Dao of the Sword.

“The main thing is that there aren’t many places to Sign In in Qianhun City. It would be good if there were more insights into the Dao of the Sword.” Han Xuanji thought to himself, but he didn’t feel disappointed.

His strongest attacks right now didn’t rely on the Dao of the Sword, but rather on his terrifying quality of spiritual energy and his Physical Body strength—he was primarily a’stat monster’.

Just as Han Xuanji was pondering, white light enveloped his entire body.

At this moment, everyone’s gaze turned in unison toward one of the light screens.