Xia Xinran now understood. It seemed some of the things Ye Tianling had said before weren’t just boasts, but the truth.

But this guy... he was clearly skilled, yet he pretended to know nothing. It was infuriating.

Xia Xinran’s feelings were quite complicated.

As for Xia Xinqin, a Spiritual radiance shimmered in her beautiful eyes. When her gaze landed on Ye Tianling, an indescribable flutter of emotion appeared.

Her focused, Spiritual gaze was as clear as water, yet it held a hint of instinctual fascination.

Jiang Xiangning’s feelings were even more complex.

She now recalled the first time she had held her Red Tassel Spear, thinking Ye Tianling was molesting Zhu’Er and preparing to run him through to teach him a lesson... Thinking back on it now, she was mortified.

"Beg for mercy?"

A strange expression appeared on the Ancestral Dao Illusion’s face. He then said, "Our people never kill our own. Did you not know? You possess the Divine Dao and a Desolate Bloodline. You are a first-rate, genius Divine Child. Therefore, after discovering your Talent, I would never attack you again."

The Ancestral Dao Illusion spoke kindly, his eyes smiling, completely unbothered by Ye Tianling’s arrogance.

His words once again shocked Jiang Xiangning and the others so much their eyes nearly popped out of their heads.

"A Divine Dao Bloodline? A first-rate genius? Him?"

Xia Xinran pouted, looking unconvinced. Inside, however, she couldn’t help but feel a secret delight.

She herself didn’t even know what to make of this feeling.

It was as if the stronger Ye Tianling became, the prouder and more honored she felt.

"Him? He’s a Golden-winged Roc too?"

Yao Lun was dumbfounded.

After the Ancestral Dao Illusion coalesced, he was on the verge of collapse.

He then took out three crimson-gold Elixirs. Only after swallowing them did his body fully reform.

But his face was pale, as if he had overindulged himself. He looked completely weak and spent.

"Hmm, he is indeed a Golden-winged Roc—but how did the noble Golden Wing Roc Bloodline find its way to the outside world? Truly incredible!"

The Ancestral Dao Illusion murmured, then said to itself, ’Could it be that one of our kin was born early to adapt to the different transformations of the Laws between Heaven and Earth? Yes, that must be it.’

As he spoke, he locked the Ancestral Dao Illusion’s gaze on Ye Tianling.

This time, as he was locked in place, Ye Tianling’s heart went cold—he couldn’t break free, nor could he escape.

’The Sword Ancestor... comparable to the Divine Dao experts of old? This guy is that strong?’

Ye Tianling’s heart sank. This New World had finally instilled a strong sense of dread in him—if he hadn’t realized just how powerful a single Ancestral Dao Illusion could be this time, he was afraid he would have truly suffered a loss.

"Little friend, do you have a Golden Wing Roc Bloodline, or the Desolate Kunpeng bloodline from the Divine Dao?"

The Ancestral Dao Illusion manifested the form of a middle-aged man and gradually solidified.

Clearly, he was willing to go so far as to turn his Void Body into a physical one just to get closer to Ye Tianling.

This show of intimacy left Ye Tianling at a loss for whether to laugh or cry.

He had nearly beaten the man’s son to death, yet here the father was, shamelessly trying to suck up to him. ’Is this for real?’

Ye Tianling really wanted to say: ’I don’t have some damn bird bloodline! What the hell is a Kunpeng or a Golden-winged Roc? Is it anywhere near as good as my Huaxia Dragon Soul Divine Blood’s Bloodline Talent?’

But in the end, he didn’t say it—this middle-aged man was too strong.

Although Ye Tianling was unwilling to admit it, this was the reality of the New World. He really couldn’t defeat this Elder Roc King.

In other words, dodging that previous attack was indeed a fluke. It was only because the Golden-winged Elder Roc King hadn’t used his full power and had slightly underestimated his opponent.

Ye Tianling’s thoughts raced. He snorted coldly and said with mocking contempt, "What Kunpeng Divine Dao Bloodline? Aren’t I just a native from the outside world with the bloodline of a lowly slave? Isn’t that right, Lord Little Roc King Saint Son?"

Hearing this, the Golden-winged Elder Roc King’s face darkened. He glared fiercely at Yao Lun and said, "You disgrace! You don’t even recognize the ancestor of us Golden-winged Rocs—the Desolate Divine Dao Bloodline! What’s the point of your Cultivation?"

"Imperial Father, but didn’t you also attack him? You nearly killed him!"

Yao Lun felt extremely wronged, on the verge of tears.

The Golden-winged Elder Roc King’s old face flushed red. ’This moron! Why did he have to bring that up!’

"That was because I was in a hurry! I wasn’t paying attention, and I was worried you, you good-for-nothing, would be beaten to death, alright? You piece of trash, you still have the gall to speak? Shut your mouth!"

The Golden-winged Elder Roc King couldn’t keep a straight face and immediately snapped at him.

Then, he plastered an obsequious smile on his face and said, "Little friend, the truth is, they hold many prejudices against the outside world. They still think this is the glorious age of the Venerable."

Ye Tianling snorted lightly, putting on airs. "And has the glorious age of the Venerable not returned?"

"Er—I suppose it has. If there was any offense before, this old one... apologizes to you on behalf of my son. Little friend, you do possess the Divine Dao’s Kunpeng bloodline, don’t you? Could you... allow this old one to witness the peerless, divine form of the Kunpeng?"

This Golden-winged Elder Roc King had clearly already decided that Ye Tianling possessed a Divine Dao Bloodline, so he was being extremely polite.

Ye Tianling hesitated slightly, then shot a cool glance at the Golden-winged Little Roc King.

"This—this rebellious son, this disgrace, I will leave him to you to handle, little friend. Beat him or curse him as you please... just leave him with his worthless life."

The Golden-winged Elder Roc King immediately bowed and said.

His attitude was so humble it left Xia Xinqin, Xia Xinran, and the others completely dumbfounded.

’This... this native... is he really a Kunpeng Divine Son with a Divine Dao Talent?’

’He’s really a genius?’

Although Ye Tianling’s status as a ’genius’ was now beyond doubt, Xia Xinran still couldn’t recover from the shock. She found it hard to accept this reality, which was, for her, incredibly harsh.

"You’ve really thought this through, haven’t you? Tossing him to me? You want me to take care of your son for you, old man? To be his Master and his father?"

Ye Tianling’s tone was as arrogant as ever.

His words made Xia Xinqin, Xia Xinran, and the others tremble with fear. It was tantamount to cursing the Elder Roc King to his face.

They were terrified that the Golden-winged Elder Roc King would fly into a rage—after all, this Elder Roc King was known to be moody and unpredictable, walking the line between good and evil. When he lost his temper, he was powerful enough to tear a hole in the sky.

And yet, the incredibly proud and untamable Elder Roc King actually seemed happy to be cursed. His face was wreathed in a smile, like a blooming chrysanthemum.

As for the Golden-winged Little Roc King, Yao Lun, it felt as if ten thousand horses were stampeding through his heart. The feeling was simply indescribable.

He looked utterly dejected. Combined with his pale face, it was as if he’d been molested by countless female Golden Rocs.

"In the North Nether, there is a fish named Kun. It transforms into a bird named Roc. Water Strike Three Thousand... Soaring Nine Thousand..."

Ye Tianling casually recited a few lines of the Profound Meaning from Kunpeng Carefree Travel. Then, he activated the Little Faceless Technique, enhanced it with his Dragon Blood, and executed the Xuanyuan Dragon-Controlling Immortal Sword Technique. In an instant, a magnificent, crimson-gold illusion of a peerless Great Roc manifested behind him.

That wasn’t just a Great Roc; it was a true Kunpeng. The single illusion stretched for ten thousand meters.