Chapter 178: Is This Normal?

Zhang Rui's friend?

Baiyun's disciple?

Zhang Ling understood instantly.

No wonder Qin Yang, when he saw me, acted, and without any murderous intent, just beat me up.

When did Zhang Rui make such a friend, who even describes the relationship as a life‑and‑death bond?

The other few people were still laughing, but after hearing Qin Yang's words, they instantly couldn't laugh.

No matter how they fight, because of Zhang Rui's connection, they are still our own, unlike us, who are pure outsiders.

Baiyun Lao Dao's senior disciple became a friend of the Heavenly Master Sect.

From then on, the Heavenly Master Sect gained a strong reinforcement.

Thinking of that, Zhang Ling laughed.

He wore a smug smile.

Although he was beaten into a pig‑headed mess, it was clear he was quite pleased.

"I always thought that kid was utterly useless, never expecting he had the ability to make a friend like you."

Zhang Ling said.

"Hehe, I let you down."

Qin Yang sneered.

He had no good feeling toward Zhang Ling.

This guy is not at all good to his own brothers.

He's just a total scumbag.

How could Zhang Ling not see Qin Yang's thoughts?

He gave a wry smile.

"I also have my reasons; Zhang Rui's personality, you can see, is too simple and honest. Though he has some innate talent in cultivation, he's not a pinnacle. Him becoming a Heavenly Master is not a good thing."

Qin Yang glanced at Zhang Ling, sneered, "If you couldn't control your lower half, what would Zhang Rui have to worry about? He's your only son, then everything would be fine."

Zhang Ling felt a bit awkward.

He has been upright all his life.

But, only in matters concerning women, he indeed has some indefensible flaws.

He is not far off from Prince Duan in *Demi‑Gods and Semi‑Devils*.

"But now I have more than one son; I also have a younger son, far smarter than Zhang Rui, and his cultivation talent is no worse. If Zhang Rui remains a junior Heavenly Master, even if he eventually becomes a Heavenly Master, he won't hold that position steadily and will eventually be harmed because of it."

Zhang Ling wore a troubled expression.

Qin Yang smiled lightly and said, "That's easy; I can make it so you have only Zhang Rui as a son."

Zhang Ling's expression stiffened.

He stared at Qin Yang, cautiously asking, "What do you want to do?"

"First, go to the Heavenly Master Sect and kill your younger son, then find your other illegitimate children and eliminate them all; that way no one will contest Zhang Rui for the Tianshi Weizhi."

Qin Yang said calmly.

"Don't speak recklessly."

Zhang Ling said tensely.

No matter what, they are his sons; even illegitimate ones share his blood, how could they be killed?

"If I act recklessly, can you control me?"

Qin Yang retorted.

Can't control, and can't stop.

Qin Yang's strength is evident; he couldn't start a full‑scale war with Baiyun Guan over his own illegitimate son.

That is unrealistic; even if he were a Heavenly Master, it wouldn't be possible.

Thinking of that, Zhang Ling smiled wryly, "Don't worry, I won't replace anyone. With you as a friend, Zhang Rui, even if he's a bit slow‑witted, should be able to hold the Heavenly Master seat."

As for whether Qin Yang would have designs on their Heavenly Master Sect, Zhang Ling wasn't worried at all.

The other side is a disciple of Baiyun, and even the Heavenly Master Sect's stuff, they still look down upon.

Thinking of that, Zhang Ling smiled wryly, seeming to need to pave the way for Zhang Rui in advance.

"Moreover, you're not a person of the mundane world; with your cultivation, you won't die. At most you could lock yourself, like the immortal in the Heavenly Demon Gate just now, become a Suotou Wugu, and you could guard Zhang Rui forever. What is there to worry about unless you deliberately strike him?"

Qin Yang stared at Zhang Ling, his gaze extremely dangerous.

He seemed to be confirming whether Zhang Ling had such thoughts; if so, he'd just eliminate Zhang Ling.

Zhang Ling quickly shook his head, saying, "Absolutely not."

"I believe you now."

After Qin Yang finished speaking, he prepared to leave.

At that moment, within the Heavenly Demon Gate, demonic aura churned.

A strong one was about to emerge.

Qin Yang suddenly turned, fixing his gaze on the spot of the Heavenly Demon Gate.

He sneered, "Do you want to emerge, unleash everything, and battle me? If so, you'll eventually dissolve, disappear completely, and I guarantee you can't kill me."

That aura grew ever more turbulent, as if ready to emerge at any moment.

Even Zhang Ling and the others felt a chill, wondering if a self‑suppressing strong one would truly emerge.

But, given Qin Yang's display, even a strong one of that level might not be able to suppress Qin Yang.

As long as Qin Yang persists for a while, the other will be assimilated by the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, returning completely to the cosmos.

Unable to become immortals, this is the fate of all cultivators.

So, there are also many who are not fixated on cultivation; after reaching Nascent Soul, they grow lax.

Reaching the culmination of cultivation is total disappearance; nobody would wish for that.

Only those with great ambition will elevate their strength to the utmost peak.

Qin Yang released his aura, like a blazing sun.

And his demeanor was also changing.

Originally, what pulsed in his body was true essence, but now it has become Lingyi Gu Liangliang.

"Ancient qi practitioners?"

Zhang Ling was somewhat startled.

"No, not like ancient qi practitioners; more like an even older cultivation method."

Dazhi Chanshi said in a deep voice.

Wu Ming and the others stared at Qin Yang, their eyes filled with uncertain surprise.

They also possess the methods of ancient qi practitioners, but they are not perfect.

Many have tried to walk this path, but in practice it is little different from that of Dao cultivators.

After reaching a certain level, they can no longer cultivate and will be assimilated.

They were somewhat puzzled.

Qin Yang stared at the Heavenly Demon Sect, his fighting spirit surging.

Nobody doubted that if the opponent dared to strike, they would certainly immediately bear Qin Yang's full-force blow.

At that moment, the Heavenly Demon Sect's aura subsided again.

"Trash."

Qin Yang scoffed.

He had actually thought the opponent truly had the courage to come fight.

Now it seems, it's merely Weixie.

The opponent dared not act.

Within the Heavenly Demon Sect, several killing intents enveloped him.

"Today I've enjoyed the killing; farewell."

Having said that, Qin Yang turned and left.

Zhang Ling also wanted to leave, but was stopped by Dazhi Chanshi.

"Old monk, what are you stopping me for?"

Zhang Ling asked displeasedly.

"Old Daoist, something feels off."

Dazhi Chanshi's expression grew solemn.

Zhang Ling was somewhat surprised, yet he stopped: "You old monk, you have the most scheming mind; if you say something's off, it definitely is—speak, what exactly is wrong?"

Dazhi Chanshi was quite speechless.

He is a Buddhist monk; being called scheming is hardly praise.

But he still said: "That Qin Yang, why did he suddenly attack the Heavenly Demon Sect and insist on striking us?"

"Why? Just venting; when has Baiyun ever spoken reason? His disciple not being reasonable is quite normal, isn't it?"

Zhang Ling said irritably.

"Really normal?"

Dazhi Chanshi retorted.