The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 196: A Late-Night Visit!

"You... Who are you?"

The young man in purple trembled with fear, hastily seeking refuge behind several guards. His eyes widened in disbelief as he observed his writhing subordinates on the ground, before turning his gaze towards Ling Feng. It was clear to him that he had kicked an iron plate[1] this time.

"Hmph, let me tell you. This is my big brother, Ling Feng!"

With his head held high, Ouyang Jing strode over confidently, a subtle smirk forming at the corners of his mouth.

What kind of character was Ling Feng? Even an expert at the tenth level of the Pulse Formation Realm couldn't withstand a single move from him. This random lackey from an unknown family was simply like a person lighting a lamp in a dung heap, someone seeking death[2]!

"Ling Feng?" The young man in purple cursed loudly. "I don't care what your name is; dare to lay a hand on me, and I'll..."

Midway through his words, he suddenly seemed to recall something, his eyes twitched, and he exclaimed, "You... You're that Ling Feng? The one ranked thirty-fifth on the leaderboard?"

You see, those in the top one hundred of the leaderboard were the elites among elites, and Ling Feng's name, particularly due to his talent in sacred-tier true qi, had been widely spread, making him a prominent figure.

Although this young man in purple came from a respectable family background, he was only ranked in the three hundred range on the leaderboard, a far cry from Ling Feng.

"Gulp." The young man in purple swallowed hard. He forced out a very unattractive smile and attempted to flatter, "So, it's Big Boss Ling! I... hehe... I..."

"Get lost!"

A hint of disdain flashed in Ling Feng's eyes; he genuinely looked down on such a cowardly and arrogant individual.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The young man in purple dared not even utter a word. He hastily ordered his servants to tidy up the room for him, and departed in embarrassment.

As he turned away, a hint of resentment flickered in his narrow eyes.

Ling Feng took it all in. Having just enrolled today, he didn't want to cause trouble. However, if this young man in purple didn't know his place, Ling Feng wouldn't mind teaching him a lesson.

Turning his gaze to Jiang Xiaofan, Ling Feng addressed him casually by saying, "Xiaofan, you're no longer just a peasant. In the martial world, strength reigns supreme. Without the heart of the strong, no amount of perseverance or determination will amount to anything."

Jiang Xiaofan's eyes sparkled with excitement as he echoed softly, "The heart of the strong..."

"Very well, I trust you'll grasp the concept," Ling Feng said with a faint smile. "Let's go, we should also tidy up our quarters."

"Of course!" Jiang Xiaofan nodded vigorously, tightening his fist. "Um... can I call you big brother from now on?"

"Of course," Ling Feng replied warmly. Despite Jiang Xiaofan's simplicity, his pure-heartedness and resilience made him a friend worth trusting.

"Big brother!" Jiang Xiaofan grinned widely, his sincerity evident as he voiced his feelings from the depths of his heart.

"Xiaofan, in that case, you must call me second brother!" Ouyang Jing interjected with a chuckle. "From now on, you'll be third in line, haha..."

"Alright, Big Brother! Second Brother!"

Jiang Xiaofan's face lit up with excitement. He couldn't believe his luck in meeting someone like Ling Feng as soon as he arrived at the Tianwei Academy. His heart was filled with gratitude.

...

In the blink of an eye, three days passed. During this initial period, all of the yellow-tier freshmen were occupied with familiarizing themselves with the intricacies of Tianwei Academy under the guidance of former students.

Formal courses and cultivation had yet to commence.

Throughout these three days, Ling Feng primarily devoted his time to practicing in his residence or honing his swordsmanship in the courtyard. During leisure moments, he also provided guidance to a few other roommates.

The Tianshu East Court housed a total of seven residents. Apart from Ling Feng and his two brothers, there was the young man in purple, whose name was Yang Jun, along with three other teenagers from families similar to Ouyang Jing's: Zhou Kai, Feng Mo, and He Yiming. Those three came from different county cities.

Unlike Yang Jun's brash demeanor, these three were more modest. Ling Feng's occasional pointers during daytime sword practice further strengthened their bond with him and his brothers.

However, Yang Jun found himself completely isolated.

Despite harboring some envy, Yang Jun couldn't bring himself to swallow his pride. Consequently, he would either depart from the Tianshu East Court early each day or seclude himself within his quarters, as no one was inclined to engage with him.

On this third night, as the faint moonlight mingled with the sparse stars, the late hours deepened and the dew grew heavier.

As usual, Ling Feng activated his Human Dao Eye to absorb the spiritual energy of the world.

Due to his advancement to the Pulse Formation Realm, the accelerated cultivation time of forty breaths had now increased to sixty breaths, a significant fifty percent improvement.

After sixty breaths, Ling Feng slowly withdrew his cultivation. The human dao divine inscription in his left eye gradually dissipated and disappeared into his pupils.

"The third meridian gate seems to be ready to open at any moment."

Ling Feng smiled. After integrating the first Primordial Lock into his body, it took him nearly a month to restore his strength to its peak state under the closure of the Primordial Lock.

The Primordial Lock was indeed formidable, but with the suppression and blockade of true qi, the difficulty of cultivation undoubtedly increased several times. Without Ling Feng's ability to unlock the human dao divine inscription, it would have been difficult for his cultivation to make any progress.

"It seems that this Qi-Refining Primordial Lock is somewhat like a secret technique tailor-made for me."

Ling Feng exhaled a sigh of foul air. He was ready to dedicate the latter half of the night to cultivating the True Art of Xuanyuan, aiming for another breakthrough soon.

Just then, a shadow flickered past his window, followed by what seemed like a gust of wind, and Ling Feng's door opened automatically.

"Who's there?"

Frowning, Ling Feng quickly activated his Heavenly Dao Eye to expand his Boundless Vision.

Everything around him became clear in his mind. He distinctly saw a figure, moving at incredible speed, flash from the courtyard and dart into his room.

"Who are you!?"

Drawing his sword in a swift motion, Ling Feng unleashed the Blood Lotus Sword Song, slashing down fiercely.

Ding!

A clear, crisp sound echoed as the intruder flicked a finger, effortlessly deflecting Ling Feng's full-force strike of the Eradicator of Realms, as if it were nothing.

"Not bad, kid. You actually managed to detect my presence. Your eyesight is impressive!"

A very familiar voice suddenly sounded in Ling Feng's ear.

Ling Feng's eyes twitched as he suddenly remembered where he had heard that voice. This voice was unmistakably that of that old lunatic, Yan Cangtian, he had encountered before!

"Senior Yan?" Ling Feng retracted his Eradicator of Realms, surprised. "Why are you visiting at this late hour?"

"Hehehe..." Yan Cangtian grinned, reaching out and grabbing Ling Feng's shoulder. "I'm taking you to a good place!"

Before Ling Feng could respond, he was dragged out of the room by Yan Cangtian. Yan Cangtian's speed was so incredible that Ling Feng could only catch a blur with his eyes.

Then, with a sweep of his sleeve, Yan Cangtian closed all the doors and windows in an instant, as if nothing had happened...

1. Thinking that someone else is an easy target to bully, but finding out that the other person is more formidable than oneself. ☜

2. Although the author used the word "death," they actually meant "trouble," as "death" (Si) and "trouble" (Shi) sound similar. ☜

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