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There are many members of the Ling family, divided into three age groups: twelve to fourteen years old, fifteen to twenty years old, and twenty-one to twenty-five years old.
Ling Mo Xie is fifteen, so he naturally belongs to the second group. Those over twenty-five either hold positions in the family or have been assigned to work in the family business, so they do not need to compete.
Pulling Zhou Xinyi to the side of the Arena, Ling Mo Xie finally looked at the number on his wooden badge: 21! This means he is the twenty-first to compete, facing another contestant with the same number.
The competition began with the first group. They were still quite young, mostly just putting on a show, and it ended quickly. Next up was the second group. Ling Mo Xie absentmindedly watched two boys at the fourth level of Foundation Establishment exchanging blows while complimenting each other, “Cousin! Your technique is so refined; you must have put in a lot of effort!” “Cousin! Your Flying Cloud Step is extraordinary!”
Ling Mo Xie yawned; it was really boring! Finally, a winner was determined between the two cousins. A boy dressed in black agile clothing stepped onto the Arena, expressionless, holding a short sword and waiting for his opponent.
“Hmm? This is getting interesting!” Ling Mo Xie murmured. In his memory, this boy was a genius; at fifteen years old, he was stronger than most seventeen or eighteen-year-olds and had already reached the eighth level of Foundation Establishment!
His opponent did not come up for a long time, and boos erupted from below the Arena. Some Ling family members who were not his opponent shouted loudly, “Who is it? Who is Ling Tianxing's opponent this year? Why aren’t they coming up? Haha! If you can’t handle it, just admit defeat!”
“Exactly! Don’t waste our time! Who is it? Just get up there already! It wouldn’t be that little waste Ling Mo Xie, would it? Scared to even step on stage!” Many Ling family members began looking around for Ling Tianxing's opponent to see who the unfortunate soul was.
“Could it really be that little waste Ling Mo Xie?” At this moment, a doubtful voice rang out. Others also looked at Ling Mo Xie with skepticism.
On the high platform, Ling Jiu Yin sneered coldly, thinking it really was Ling Mo Xie. He spoke up, “Ling Mo Xie! If it's you, hurry up and get on stage! Don’t disrupt the year-end competition! Otherwise, it will be a serious offense! Even if you are from the Master Family’s direct line, I will still have to punish you!”
Other Ling family members who enjoyed bullying Ling Mo Xie seized this opportunity to chant, “Disrupting the competition deserves punishment! Punishment!” Among them, Ling Yijun shouted the loudest while Ling Mo Xie observed everything quietly.
Zhou Xinyi looked at Ling Mo Xie with concern. He glanced down at her and squeezed her hand reassuringly, signaling her not to worry.
Ling Jiuyin smiled with satisfaction as he saw so many members of the Ling family agreeing with him. "Then you will be punished to clean all the toilets in the Ling residence! How about that, Ling Mo Xie?"
"Ha ha! Sounds great!" Ling Mo Xie replied with a smile, then raised the sign in his hand and said, "But I'm not number eleven! The one who should be punished... is him, right?" With that, Ling Mo Xie turned around and pointed at Ling Qingyu, who was dodging and glancing nervously in the crowd.
"Yu, Yu'er!" Ling Jiuyin stood up and stared at Ling Qingyu, saying, "Yu'er? Is Ling Mo Xie slandering you? You're not number eleven, right? Quickly show everyone your sign!"
Ling Qingyu was indeed Ling Jiuyin's youngest son! If he had to clean the toilets, it would be a huge loss of face for him.
Hearing his father's words made Ling Qingyu almost cry. With a trembling voice, he said, "Father, this... it's me!" He raised the sign in his hand.
Ling Mo Xie crossed his arms and timely added, "What do you think, nephew? Since you just wanted to punish me earlier, now that the truth is clear, shouldn't we also punish Ling Qingyu for disrupting the competition?"
"Well... Yu'er is only at the fourth level of Foundation Establishment! It's understandable that he wouldn't dare to go on stage against Ling Tianxing!" Ling Jiuyin tried to brush it off, secretly blaming himself for not being cautious over the years. He clearly hadn't confirmed that Ling Mo Xie was number eleven before saying such things!
"Oh? Is that so? Then wasn't my earlier behavior also understandable?" Ling Mo Xie insisted. Due to the influence of Celestial Venerable and System, if he hadn't released his aura himself, others wouldn't have been able to see his true cultivation level!
So, in front of everyone, he was still seen as that useless person at the first level of Foundation Establishment!
Although most of the Ling family members took pleasure in bullying Ling Mo Xie, some who were less fortunate in their lives within the Ling family felt a chill seeing their head of the family obviously favoring one side. They couldn't help but voice their grievances.
Some elders who were not on good terms with Ling Jiuyin laughed and remarked upon hearing the faint complaints from below, "Head of the family, this is where you went wrong! Our Ling family has always upheld fairness and justice. It seems we can propose an elder meeting to discuss replacing the head of the family! Ha ha!"
Ling Jiuyin gritted his teeth. Damn it! Forget about face; the position of head of the family is more important. Thus, he announced through clenched teeth, "Fine! Let Ling Qingyu clean all the toilets in the Ling residence. This round won't be contested; we'll consider it a victory for Ling Tianxing!"
"Dad! Dad! You can't treat me like this! How can you make your son clean the toilet! Dad!" Ling Qingyu shouted anxiously.
"Shut up! Do you want to go up and fight Ling Tianxing again?" Ling Jiuyin yelled at his usually favored youngest son in anger. It was all this little troublemaker's fault that he was put in such a difficult position, and now Ling Mo Xie, that useless kid, had outsmarted him!
"No, no! I'll go clean the toilet!" Ling Qingyu shivered, as if recalling the fate of those who had competed against Ling Tianxing in previous years.
Ling Mo Xie smiled as he watched the scene unfold, thinking to himself: Ling Mo Xie! Ling Mo Xie! Did you see that? You've been humiliated and bullied by them; consider this a way to collect some interest! From now on, I, Zhang Xiaotian, will be your Ling Mo Xie!
Ling Tianxing on the arena watched this farce unfold, his thin lips parted slightly as he uttered two words: "Boring," before stepping off the stage to await the next match.
"Hmph!" Ling Jiuyin sat heavily in the central seat of the high platform, glaring fiercely at the few elders who had spoken earlier. However, those elders showed no fear; Ling Jiuyin couldn't do anything to them.
Now, those Ling family members dissatisfied with the head of the family’s favoritism had nothing more to say as the competition continued.
"Hey! Did you already know that Ling Qingyu was number eleven and deliberately delayed showing his badge to clear yourself?" Zhou Xinyi tugged at Ling Mo Xie's sleeve, standing on tiptoe to whisper in his ear.
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