Ling Tian Sword God-Chapter 644 - 642: Join The Team_1

"I think you all might want to reconsider. It's not too late to change your decision," Ling Chen said, still calm and indifferent.

"Cut the crap! Just get out of here! No need for all this unnecessary talk!" the hooked-nosed youth snapped, clearly impatient.

"Such foul language. It seems your parents didn't educate you well after giving birth to you."

Even Ling Chen, with his good temper, wasn't made of stone; he was starting to feel quite repulsed by this person.

"What did you say?"

Hearing this, the hooked-nosed youth's face suddenly darkened. Who does Ling Chen think he is, daring to mock me? He's simply courting death.

"Ignorant fool, I'll destroy you!"

The hooked-nosed youth flew into a rage, striking out directly at Ling Chen's head with his palm.

Such a pity... yet another wasted life. The Black Market Deacon from before shook his head. He couldn't be blamed for this. He had only told Ling Chen to find the other party. Who knew Ling Chen would anger them and invite a fatal disaster?

However, when the Palm Power was about to smash into Ling Chen's head, the latter suddenly reached out, gripping the hooked-nosed youth's hand.

No matter how hard the hooked-nosed youth struggled, he couldn't move Ling Chen an inch, let alone break free of his grip.

Where did this kid get such immense Barbarian Power? The hooked-nosed youth was startled. With my Cultivation, I can't even budge him? Could this kid be a reincarnated monster?

"Remember to be polite when speaking to others in the future. Otherwise, you might offend the wrong person and lose your life."

Ling Chen's arm trembled. A torrential force surged from his palm, instantly enveloping the hooked-nosed youth. The next moment, the youth shot backward, flying over ten meters and smashing a large hole through a wall, cutting a sorry figure.

"What?"

Seeing the hooked-nosed youth sent flying, the expressions of the other three Blood Whale Gang members changed. They knew the youth's abilities well. Ling Chen sending him flying with such a casual move indicated his strength was extraordinary.

"You little bastard!"

The hooked-nosed youth, sent flying by Ling Chen, was humiliated and enraged. Just as he was about to teach Ling Chen a lesson, the woman in red stopped him.

"Enough, you're not his match."

"Impossible! I didn't use my full strength; otherwise, I wouldn't have been taken by surprise by him."

The hooked-nosed youth was still quite unconvinced.

"Even if you had used your full strength, it would have been useless. The difference in power is too great." The woman in red shook her head. The one involved is lost, but she, as an onlooker, saw it very clearly. If Ling Chen were truly serious, he could probably dispose of the hooked-nosed youth with ease.

"Am I qualified to join your team now?" Ling Chen asked with a faint smile.

"Apologies. Although your strength is considerable, we don't know your background. We can't just let you join the team," the one-eyed man said, waving his hand, clearly not entirely trusting Ling Chen's identity.

"I am a disciple of the Black Market."

Ling Chen flipped his hand, produced a Waist Tag, and handed it to the one-eyed man.

Back when he was wreaking havoc in Dark Sky City, Ling Chen had conveniently collected a few Waist Tags from Black Market Disciples. He hadn't expected them to be useful today.

"It really is a Black Market Disciple's Waist Tag." The one-eyed man had apparently seen a Black Market Disciple's Waist Tag before. After taking Ling Chen's tag and examining it, he nodded. This was indeed, without a doubt, a Black Market Disciple's Waist Tag.

"An extra helper means extra strength. When we enter the mountains this time, I won't take a single coin from any spoils. How about it?" Ling Chen said, raising an eyebrow.

"Not a single coin?"

The one-eyed man frowned, his gaze somewhat suspicious. "If you won't take a single coin, then what is your purpose for entering the mountains?"

Most people who entered the Hundred Thousand Mountains did so to search for treasure. If there were any gains, it was naturally a great boon. Yet, Ling Chen said he wouldn't take a single coin from their venture into the mountains. This inevitably made one a bit skeptical.

"My purpose for entering the mountains isn't to find treasure," Ling Chen shook his head. "It's to go to a certain place."

"What place?" the one-eyed man asked, somewhat surprised.

"The Barbaric Temple," Ling Chen stated directly, not bothering to conceal his destination.

"The Barbaric Temple?" The one-eyed man was astonished. He had only heard the name Barbaric Temple and had never been there. This was because it was the territory of the South Barbarians, and the Barbarian Tribe had always been unfriendly towards people from the Five Kingdoms. Furthermore, the Barbaric Temple basically prohibited outsiders from approaching.

"Forget it. That's not a place you can go to," the one-eyed man said, shaking his head. Ling Chen wanting to go to the Barbaric Temple was simply wishful thinking. He probably wouldn't even reach it before being killed by Barbarian Clan Experts.

"You don't need to worry about that. When I reach the territory of the Barbarian Tribe, I'll make my way to the Barbaric Temple on my own. I won't be a burden to you," Ling Chen said, waving his hand.

"Alright, in that case, it's not impossible for us to accept you. But let me say the unpleasant words first: wanting to go to a place like the Barbaric Temple is almost certainly a nine-deaths-one-life situation. I hope you've thought it through clearly," the one-eyed man reminded him, then said no more. What did Ling Chen's life or death have to do with him? Since Ling Chen insisted on going to the Barbaric Temple to die, he couldn't be bothered to care.

"Since you've joined the team, you're our friend now. My name is Hong Ling," the woman in red began. She then introduced the others. "This is Wu Chuan," she said, pointing to the one they called their third brother. "And this is Mo Qing," she continued, indicating the hooked-nosed man Ling Chen had sent flying. Lastly, her finger pointed to the one-eyed man. "This is our leader, Chen Beixuan."

After the introductions, Hong Ling looked at Ling Chen with a smile. "And what's your name?"

"My name is... Dustless," Ling Chen replied, using his old, familiar alias.

Dustless... this name sounds so familiar, the one-eyed man frowned, then his eyes suddenly lit up. "Dustless! Isn't that the Master of the Cyan Robe Association, the renowned Unbeatable Sword Sect?"

"There are many people in the world with the same name. How could the Master of the Cyan Robe Association appear in a small place like Mingyan City?" Ling Chen responded, his expression unchanging and his voice calm, despite his identity being called out.

"That's true as well. If you were truly the Unbeatable Sword Sect, when our fourth brother spoke rudely to you earlier, he would probably be dead by now," Chen Beixuan, the one-eyed man, nodded. The Unbeatable Sword Sect, Dustless, was such a prominent figure. If the hooked-nosed youth had offended such a person, he would undoubtedly be dead. How could he still be alive?

Besides, he also knew that the real name of Dustless, the Unbeatable Sword Sect, was Ling Chen. Dustless was merely his alias.

"We'll rest here in Mingyan City for the night. We set out punctually early tomorrow morning," Chen Beixuan said to Ling Chen coolly.

"No problem," Ling Chen nodded. It was already late today. He had traveled a long way and could use this chance to rest a bit. Tomorrow, he would follow this team of four into the Hundred Thousand Mountains.