The Iron Garment Division's Sharpest Blade of the Future

Yang Ling did not reveal his full cultivation. He suppressed eighty to ninety percent of it, showing them only the Lower Fourth Grade.

Right now, I need to put on a convincing performance!

He was perfectly calm. His formidable Mental Power let him plant a flawless suggestion in his own mind.

With his back to the crowd, he swung the pickaxe in his hands like a madman.

The steady clanging gradually worked its way into everyone's thoughts.

Suddenly, Yang Ling stopped and let out a long breath.

"So this is what the Lower Fourth Grade feels like?!"

He clenched his left fist. A surge of powerful Vital Blood flashed through him, then slowly subsided.

"So strong. My Flesh Derivation is stronger than ever, too!"

"I've undergone an incredible transformation!"

"Come clean, kid. What happened? You condensed your Martial Dao Fire Seed only a few days ago, and you've already transformed?"

"Do you take us for fools?"

The middle-aged scholar spoke evenly.

Xie Jinjia watched Yang Ling with a faint, knowing smile.

Everyone else looked stunned.

They had not expected the question to come full circle.

They had all thought an advancement like this was possible.

But the two Third-Grade Great Grandmasters thought otherwise?

Good thing I came prepared.

Yang Ling said calmly, "My lords, I ate quite a few good things down there."

That was no lie.

He had indeed eaten quite a few Fire Spirit Pearls.

But his advancement truly had nothing to do with the Fire Spirit Pearls.

All he needed was for them not to ask.

Understanding dawned on the crowd.

Of course. The Old Flood Dragon's remains were down there. There was bound to be treasure.

It seemed Constable Yang had encountered another opportunity below.

Such things were hardly unheard of in the martial world. The