Extraordinary Medical Saint in the City-Chapter 1286 - 1284: Feng Qingshui’s Strategy

Feng Qingshui now had no strength at all, only able to move his lips.

He truly wanted to execute Ling Haoyan, but his heart was willing yet powerless. If it were under normal circumstances, he could easily defeat any Ling Haoyan, a waste at the third level of the Path-breaking Realm; why should he be able to step on him?!

But now it was impossible.

He was exhausted and had already used up his last bit of strength; even though he was holding a long sword in his hand, he couldn’t lift it anymore.

So.

He could only launch a verbal attack on Ling Haoyan, drawing all his attention to himself.

Feng Qingshui believed that this way he could ensure Mo Ningxiang’s safety, at least temporarily.

His strategy was effective because he noticed Ling Haoyan’s eyes fixed on him, unblinking, completely ignoring Mo Ningxiang and Mo Kun.

Ling Haoyan’s face was flushed, veins bulging, his arm clutching his fist trembling violently, eyes burning with intense fury.

This was blatant provocation and humiliation!

Talking about his father in front of so many people was a great humiliation to Ling Haoyan. He always lived in the shadow of his father, and even though he had become the clan leader’s attendant, he still couldn’t escape his father’s shadow.

Indeed.

At least in the current situation, being Ling Wudeng’s son was a shadow.

And.

Feng Qingshui himself had pointed it out, in front of everyone, giving him no face at all, which made Ling Haoyan furious.

Of course, Ling Haoyan knew deep down that no matter what, he was Ling Wudeng’s son! This was an unchangeable fact that no one could deny.

Birth was also a skill, why did he become Ling Wudeng’s son and not them?!

It’s jealousy.

Pure jealousy!

Ling Haoyan’s expression was somewhat dazed, Feng Qingshui’s mocking smile reminded him of the siege by the crowd in the main hall, with their sarcastic tones questioning his ability, saying he was just a waste relying on his father.

"No... it’s not! I am me, I am Ling Haoyan, I’m not relying on my dad!"

This was his fortune and also his sorrow.

Having such a legendary genius father as Ling Wudeng, yet he could never surpass or even chase him, just watching himself falling, listening to others gossiping, sinking into endless abyss and confusion.

He would always be compared, always live in people’s sight until one day he surpassed Ling Wudeng, or everyone forgot Ling Wudeng.

But as long as one person remembered, he would never escape the identity of Ling Wudeng’s son in this life.

Ling Haoyan’s mood was extremely complex; on the one hand, he wanted to hide under Ling Wudeng’s shelter, relying on his father’s name to scam food and drink. But on the other hand, he disdained this; men always have ambitions, wanting to open territories and surpass predecessors.

Kill Feng Qingshui!

He wanted to kill Feng Qingshui!

A voice in his mind urged Ling Haoyan, his eyes twitching fiercely, sweat oozing from his forehead due to tension.

Ling Haoyan was indeed ashamed to be Ling Wudeng’s son; not only did he not inherit Ling Wudeng’s skills, but also not his courage. Even in killing the completely defenseless Feng Qingshui, his hand trembled with the military knife barely held.

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

Ling Haoyan, to cover up his panic, tapped the stone on the ground with the military knife.

Feng Qingshui’s head was right before him, completely defenseless; just a move of his hand could eliminate the most formidable obstacle of the Xuan Clan.

Ling Haoyan gulped, paused the tapping, and slightly twitched his fingers.

"Scared? Hahaha! Such a coward, do you really dare? Try it! Trash, garbage. How did Ling Wudeng have a son like you, it’s simply a family misfortune, the Ling Family might face extinction! You better not move, because when I get up, I’ll definitely knock you around."

Feng Qingshui laughed wildly, a chilling glint in his eyes full of provocation and mockery.

He took the bait.

Ling Haoyan took the bait!

At least he could draw all of Ling Haoyan’s anger onto himself; if he could trade his life for Mo Ningxiang’s life, it would be worth it.

A trace of smile appeared in Feng Qingshui’s eyes.

Yet at this moment.

"Old Feng!" Mo Ningxiang suddenly cried out, tears swirling in her eyes. "Old Feng don’t say anymore... I beg you to stop speaking..."

She seemed to have guessed Feng Qingshui’s intention, for she found the Feng Qingshui before her completely unlike the one she knew, like someone else. She initially was a bit shocked, unable to understand why, but when Feng Qingshui persistently taunted Ling Haoyan, she suddenly came to her senses.

Mo Ningxiang, with tears falling down, gently shook her head and with a sobbing voice said, "Old Feng... I beg you... don’t say anymore..."

She wanted to step forward, when two massive figures suddenly appeared in front of her, blocking her way.

"Back off!"

Mo Kun hurriedly dragged Mo Ningxiang back.

Feng Qingshui was startled, realizing Mo Ningxiang wanted to stop him. Ling Haoyan was just a madman; if he noticed Mo Ningxiang, who knew what would happen. He was completely out of combat strength now and couldn’t take such a risk.

Moreover, Ling Haoyan had already looked towards Mo Ningxiang.

He took a deep breath, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes, and suddenly shouted at Ling Haoyan in anger. "Trash, such a damn coward, hesitating even to kill someone, afraid of taking action are you? Then live eternally in your father’s shadow; trash is trash, never think about turning the tide."

"Shut up." Ling Haoyan gritted his teeth, eyes full of hatred.

"Want me to shut up? What do you count as? You even dare to make me shut up? You think you are really East Gate’s attendant now? No, you’re not; you’re just East Gate’s dog, he just pitied you to give you this position. Do you really think you’re awesome? No, the awesome person is your dad."

"Shut your mouth, stop forcing me, I’ll really kill you." Ling Haoyan’s facial features were twisted and grim, his mind was blank, and his heart was completely shattered by Feng Qingshui, teetering and speechless.

"Do you really dare? You don’t." Feng Qingshui laughed, turned over, lying flat on the ground, arms spread in a big letter "T", face as calm as water. "If you dared, you wouldn’t be Ling Haoyan, trash."

Just as he finished speaking.

He only saw a cold gleam light up the sky, drawing an arc in the air, swinging towards his head.

Feng Qingshui felt no fear; instead, a smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

Ling Haoyan presented an expressionless face, one full of mad ruthlessness, not blinking an eye.

Swoosh!

A splash of crimson soared to the sky, scattered on the ground.

Feng Qingshui’s head rolled aside, still wearing a faint smile, seemingly mocking Ling Haoyan mercilessly.

Ling Haoyan stared blankly at the corpse on the ground, panting heavily, his hand trembled slightly. The military knife was stained with blood, drop by drop soaking the ground, a sea of blood.

"You forced me."

After a long time, Ling Haoyan finally spoke faintly, his voice slightly trembling. He closed his eyes, sighed, his heart in turmoil.