One-click Cultivation System

Su Lang smiled and followed Lu Gong leisurely with his clone.    

As Lu Gong rushed towards Ye Liang's room, he could hear the sound of metal clashing.    

Moreover, he could hear Ye Liang shouting at someone.    

"How do you know the Thunder Filament technique? This is one of my family's secret techniques!"    

"Stop! I am the sixth young master of the Ye Family! I told you to stop!"    

"How dare you, a mere Martial Mortal, go against the Ye Family? You will die a horrible death!"    

"Bastard, put down your saber! And I'll consider our grudges settled!"    

"Ah! My back! You dare to swing your blade at me?"    

"Stop, I admit defeat, I was wrong..."    

"..."    

Ye Liang's tone went through a multitude of emotions in seconds. It went from arrogance to obstinacy to surrender and finally to cowardice.    

"Someone is attacking the young master!"    

The same frigid feeling of fear took root in Lu Gong's heart as his body began trembling.    

He rushed into the room and saw Ye Liang jumping around like a monkey, all in an effort to dodge the attacks.    

Ye Liang's usual arrogant attitude couldn't be seen anywhere; he looked more like a stray dog being beaten into a corner.    

What was even more shocking was the one responsible for Ye Liang's current sorry state—it was another black-robed man.    

"What... what is going on?"    

"What kind of power does this black-robed man have?"    

Lu Gong' was so shocked that his mouth was wide open; one could fit an egg in that.    

"Lu Gong! Come and save me!"    

When Ye Liang saw Lu Gong standing at the door, he was ecstatic and felt that there was still some hope left.    

"Swoosh!"    

A beautiful blade light with lightning dancing atop it streaked across Ye Liang's back, adding another gut-wrenching wound.    

"Ah!!"    

"Lu Gong!    

"Quick, save me!"    

Ye Liang staggered in pain and kept crying for help.    

Actually, it was under Su Lang's order that the clone didn't Ye Liang. If not for that, the clone would have already chopped him into hundred different pieces, giving him no time to beg for help or mercy.    

"Young master..."    

Lu Gong opened his mouth a little but then resolutely shut up and ran away.    

At this moment, Lu Gong was fearing for his life. He didn't know if a fourth and a fifth black-robed man would jump out from the corner or not.    

Let alone a fourth one, he couldn't even handle the three that he already had.    

At the moment of life and death, he chose to protect his own life without hesitation.    

He would have to pay a huge price if Ye Liang died, but at least he wouldn't lose his life.    

"Lu Gong! Don't go, please don't go!"    

"Ah!"    

When Ye Liang saw Lu Gong running away, his last hope was shattered into bits. His body was on the verge of collapse; all he could release were despairing growls.    

Ye Liang didn't want to die.    

He was the sixth young master of the Ye family with a not-so-bad cultivation talent. He had a bright future ahead of him; he still hadn't enjoyed life to its fullest.    

At this moment, Ye Liang saw Lu Gong running out of the gate and returning. Ye Lang watched as Lu Gong ran away, but then, something surprising happened. He saw Lu Gong re-entering the room.    

The only peculiar point was that he wasn't returning on his own two feet.    

What happened next not only explained the peculiarity but also scared the life out of Ye Liang.    

He saw two more black-robed men entering the room. They wielded swords on which arm-thick lightning danced like dragons; it was a horrifying scene.    

"Three... three black-robed men!"    

Ye Liang was trembling in fear.    

"We finally meet, the sixth young master of the Ye Family."    

"Did you ever think it would be me? Isn't it a pleasant surprise?"    

Su Lang took off his mask. His cold voice carried a hint of playfulness.    

"It's you!"    

Ye Liang's eyes almost popped out when he saw Su Lang's face.    

Of course, Ye Liang knew Su Lang as he had investigated him before ordering a hit on him.    

"No! I just ordered your death yesterday!"    

"You should be a corpse by now. How—no, Why are you here?"    

"You were just an ordinary guy yesterday. How could you become a powerful martial artist overnight?"    

"Who are you? Are you even a human? Are you a ghost?"    

"Ah!! This isn't real!"    

"..."    

Ye Liang screamed in despair. His voice was so loud that it seemed like he would scream his lungs out.    

In this utter crazy scenario, he made himself believe that this was a nightmare. Everything that was happening right now was just a dream.    

He tried to move his limp body by dragging himself with his hands. He wriggled, twitched, squirmed—all to get out of this terrible nightmare.    

Ye Liang wasn't the only one suffering from a ming break; Lu Gong's brain was a mess too.    

He remembered Su Lang as he knew that Ye Liang had ordered a hit on him.    

Yet, here stood Su Lang right in front of them. If this wasn't an unbelievable sight, then what was?