Old Man Ling

After listening to Hu Yao recount the "heroic" deeds of his father and grandfather, Ling Tian's blood surged with excitement. He was filled with longing for the grandfather who had once broken into the Nine-tailed Celestial Fox Clan.

"Haha, why do I feel like my grandfather was even more domineering than my father?" Ling Tian was intensely curious about this grandfather he had never met. "Come to think of it, my father was so powerful. How could the man who raised him have been any less impressive? I doubt he was able to found Lingxiao Pavilion solely because of my father."

Whenever people spoke of Lingyun, they usually called him a peerless genius of his generation, saying that Lingxiao Pavilion had grown powerful thanks to him. But after hearing Hu Yao's story, Ling Tian realized that his grandfather, whom he had never met, had been just as formidable. He had founded Lingxiao Pavilion through his own abilities. That made sense—how could someone capable of surviving Tribulation Crossing have been anything less than extraordinarily gifted?

"Mm, I think so too." Hu Yao nodded. "My uncle-in-law just happened to take part in the Cultivator Assembly, which made Lingxiao Pavilion even more famous for a time. But that was largely because Lingxiao Pavilion was already so powerful that it could attract so many people."

"Mm, that's true." Ling Tian pondered for a moment, then a trace of Killing Intent flickered in his eyes. "But perhaps that was exactly why the great sects of the Cultivation World grew wary of Lingxiao Pavilion. They feared its growing strength would threaten their power, so they struck first."

"That's why I wanted to tell you not to make the faction you're building too powerful too quickly. A tree that towers above the forest catches the wind." Hu