Ling'er, Can You Sing Little Tunes?

After Chen Ze and his doppelganger, Zhao Ling'er, left, it was not long before the City Lord's Mansion Patrol Team arrived.

When the Patrol Team arrived, they saw only Steward Lin still kneeling on the ground, covering his mouth to keep his severed tongue from falling out.

At the sight, everyone in the Patrol Team immediately spread out and kept watch over their surroundings.

"Stay alert."

The Patrol Captain surveyed the area, as though searching for traces left behind by the recent battle.

At this moment, someone stepped forward to help Steward Lin up from the ground.

But as he pulled Steward Lin up, he saw only the hollow look in Steward Lin's eyes, brimming with helplessness and regret.

"What happened? Who injured you?"

The man asking did not know that Steward Lin no longer had a tongue.

Yet Steward Lin refused to open his mouth no matter what, merely covering it with his hand.

The Patrol Team member who had questioned him grew somewhat impatient. "Speak."

Steward Lin remained silent, his eyes still vacant.

At that moment, the Patrol Captain walked over and sighed. "No need to ask. He cannot speak."

The Patrol Captain was also a cultivator and had long noticed Steward Lin's condition.

"Captain?"

"His tongue was most likely cut out as well, and he must have suffered some sort of shock just now.

"He is completely unconscious of himself now. No matter how much you question him, it will be useless."

The Patrol Team member seemed to notice Steward Lin's abnormality as well. "Captain, what kind of person would be so ruthless as to cut out his tongue?"

"Did you not notice that he is also a cultivator? It is simply that his dantian has now been crippled."

The Patrol Team member stared at Steward Lin in shock. "Captain, was this revenge?"

"It should have been." The Patrol Captain nodded.

"Then Captain, what do we do now?"

"Take him back first. Let the City Lord see whether he can still be saved." The Patrol Captain had observed the place for quite some time, yet not a single trace had been left behind.

Given the current situation, there was nothing they could handle. They could only return and report to the City Lord.

Meanwhile, at Chen Ze's Residence.

Chen Ze and Zhao Ling'er had already returned.

"Master?"

Seeing that Chen Ze had not spoken a single word since returning, with a somewhat gloomy expression on his face, Zhao Ling'er called out to him.

Chen Ze shook his head with a smile. "I am fine."

He knew Zhao Ling'er was worried about him.

After returning to his residence, Chen Ze lay back down in his reclining chair.

"Are you wondering why I did that today, and why I did not take that man's life in the end?"

Zhao Ling'er nodded silently.

"Perhaps it was karma, or perhaps it was simply an outlet for something buried deep in my heart.

"That Steward Lin had brought it upon himself. Sparing his life counted as a punishment for him."

Chen Ze then told Zhao Ling'er about the original owner's experiences.

After hearing it, Zhao Ling'er was furious as well, occasionally grinding her teeth in rage.

"Master, I feel that you were still too merciful to him. Someone like that should be sent to a mine and made to dig ore for the rest of his life."

"Haha, you do not think I am cruel now?" Once he had spoken it all aloud, Chen Ze felt much more at ease.

"Everything Master does is right."

"Haha, enough. That matter is over. Go see how the transfer of people is going on with Zhao Yun."

"Yes, Master."

Zhao Ling'er entered the Myriad Things Space.

Chen Ze, meanwhile, lay in his reclining chair and began humming a little tune.

"Peach leaves sharpened at their tips, willow leaves blanketed the sky. That honored lord in his place, listen closely as I speak..."

"Why is there not a single entertainment house in Wannan City where one can listen to tunes?

"Ah, what a pity. This cultivation world should be much like ancient times, so how could there be none!

"No, singing by myself is far too boring. When I have time, I will teach all these little tunes to Ling'er. She will surely sound wonderful singing them."

Not long afterward, upon receiving Zhao Ling'er's call, Chen Ze released her from the Myriad Things Space.

"Master, all the original miners in the Mysterious Iron Ore mine have been knocked unconscious and transferred out from the Myriad Things Space.

"There are now only thirty Ye Family Members and twenty-four doppelgangers left in the Mysterious Iron Ore mine.

"The mining speed will not be as fast from now on."

"It does not matter. The twenty-four doppelgangers are now all at the Foundation Establishment Fourth Layer, so their mining speed will not be much slower. What mine tunnel could possibly have so many Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators digging ore?

"Besides, the number of doppelgangers increases every day. There is no need to worry about mining."

"Yes. Also, Zhao Yun asks what his next task will be."

"Has he reached the border of the Dagan Dynasty?"

"Yes, Master."

Chen Ze pondered for a moment. "Then let him travel wherever he pleases. He can look over this cultivation world in my stead, and it would be even better if he finds a fortunate opportunity."

Having Zhao Yun roam about could be considered a substitute for Chen Ze himself traveling across the entire Cultivation World.

The Xuantian Continent was far too vast. Even if Chen Ze wished to wander around, the outside world was simply too dangerous, and his current strength was insufficient.

Now that Zhao Yun could travel in his stead, it was as though Chen Ze himself had gone out for a journey.

Besides, Zhao Yun was a doppelganger, so there was no need to worry about any danger at all. Aside from his strength, he also possessed the trait of a doppelganger that could not die.

One day, even if Zhao Yun truly died outside, he could revive in the Myriad Things Space, and he would be back.

At that moment, Chen Ze suddenly asked, "Ling'er, can you sing little tunes?"

"Little tunes?" Zhao Ling'er looked at Chen Ze in confusion.

"It is nothing. Singing little tunes is actually very simple. I will teach you." Chen Ze could see that Zhao Ling'er was still unfamiliar with many things.

But that was all right. Chen Ze knew how, and he had plenty of time to teach her.

Moreover, Zhao Ling'er's speaking voice was pleasant to begin with. If she learned to sing, she would surely be gentle and captivating.

Chen Ze then began his time-waits-for-no-one music lessons for Zhao Ling'er.

He could not wait to hear Zhao Ling'er display her singing voice.

At the border of the Dagan Dynasty.

After receiving Chen Ze's latest task, Zhao Yun was utterly bewildered.

Chen Ze had told him to travel on his own, but he did not know where he should go.

Helplessly, Zhao Yun opened the map he had bought earlier. "Along this route from Wannan City to here, it seems to pass several cultivation sects, as well as a few forests with the aura of demon beasts.

"Master told me to travel on my own and seek my own fortunate opportunities. Does that mean I can go take another look at those places?"

Previously, in order to find a safe place as quickly as possible, Zhao Yun had driven the Azure Cloud Sword in rapid flight all the way.

He had flown all the way to the border before feeling that he should be far enough from Wannan City, and only then had he stopped.

As for what lay along the way, he had merely cast it a passing glance. Whenever he sensed a powerful aura, he immediately detoured.

Thinking back now, perhaps the fortunate opportunities Chen Ze had mentioned might well have been in those places.

Having made up his mind, Zhao Yun put away the map, took to the sword once more, and flew toward one of those places.

This time, he would thoroughly explore every place. He had to find the fortunate opportunity Chen Ze had spoken of.

If Chen Ze, far away in Wannan City, knew Zhao Yun harbored such an obsession, he might begin to wonder whether letting Zhao Yun travel on his own had truly been the right choice.

Cultivation lineages and sects stood everywhere throughout the Dagan Dynasty. Was Zhao Yun not simply looking for trouble by doing this?

To put it more extremely, this was practically seeking death.

Which of those cultivation lineages and cultivation sects did not possess powerful cultivators?

What waves could a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator possibly stir up?