The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 507: The Demon Domain of Nanjiang

The next day, after handing over various matters to Elder Yao, Ling Feng left the Wenxian Sect and began his journey to the demon domain of Nanjiang.

Before leaving, Ling Feng left a letter for his master, Duanmu Qingshan, explaining Lin Xian'er's background.

Naturally, this letter was entrusted to Elder Yao to deliver if Duanmu Qingshan returned during Ling Feng's absence.

Ling Feng temporarily arranged for Lin Xian'er to stay at the Wenxian Sect, hoping she could assist Elder Yao in subduing the various sects within the Xianzong Mountains during the holiday. Upon his return, he hoped to see a burgeoning Divine Ling Sect.

This task was undoubtedly essential for Lin Xian'er.

After all, besides himself, Lin Xian'er was the only one who could keep Daoist Tian Yun and Cao Tailai in check.

Although Lin Xian'er did not know where Ling Feng was going, since Ling Feng had decided not to take her along, she had no choice but to remain at the Wenxian Sect and wait to see if Duanmu Qingshan would return in the meantime.

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After leaving the sect, Ling Feng traveled south directly toward the Nanjiang Demon Domain.

He did not have much time left.

The battle between him and Yan Jinghong was imminent.

Traveling southward, with the aid of the despicable donkey, Ling Feng arrived in the fabled Nanjiang after about three days.

Nanjiang generally referred to a vast area south of the Tianbai Empire, and in reality, aside from a few human settlements, the majority of the region was the domain of the demon race.

To prevent invasions by the demon race, a large number of troops were stationed in this area, and travel was highly regulated.

"Once we pass through this forest, we should reach the final checkpoint before Nanjiang."

Ling Feng muttered while studying the map in his hand.

Ling Feng had originally wanted the despicable donkey to take him directly to the demon race's sacred land, Heavenly Demon City, but the donkey shrugged and said, “How would I know where Heavenly Demon City is?”

Ling Feng was left speechless and retorted, “Aren’t you a member of the demon race?”

“Does being a member of the demon race mean I must know where Heavenly Demon City is? I am not even from Heavenly Demon City!”

The donkey's counterargument was reasonable, leaving Ling Feng without a retort.

After wandering for most of the day without results, Ling Feng had no choice but to buy a rough map of the Nanjiang Demon Domain at a high price from the nearest city.

Just a rough map cost Ling Feng over 8000 crystal coins!

Part of the cost was due to being taken advantage of, but such maps were expensive no matter where they were bought.

After all, these maps were the result of countless human martial artists exploring with the risk of losing their lives.

Having traveled for most of the day, Ling Feng stared at the crude map in his hand while feeling a sense of frustration.

No one was perfect. If Ling Feng had to identify a flaw, it might be his tendency to be somewhat directionally challenged.

Looking at the nearly identical forests around him, Ling Feng felt frustrated.

Just as he was hesitating about which direction to take, a rough voice suddenly reached his ears. “Huh? Why is there someone blocking the way?”

Hey, someone is coming!

Ling Feng's heart leaped with joy as he quickly turned to look. He saw a caravan about a hundred yards away, moving slowly.

The caravan had about thirteen or fourteen carts, with the merchants having hired forty to fifty cultivators as bodyguards. Judging by their auras, they were not weak, with the strongest among them reaching around the seventh level of the Transformation Realm.

Upon seeing someone blocking their way, the group immediately became wary, as it was unusual to encounter anyone in this desolate wilderness.

“Hey, who are you and what’s your purpose?”

The leader of the caravan, a middle-aged man around forty, called out from a distance to Ling Feng.

Ling Feng touched his nose and smiled faintly, suspecting that these people might think of him as a bandit.

“There’s no need to be alarmed. I’m just passing through. I’m not here to rob you.”

Ling Feng used his movement art to quickly advance to a point about thirty meters in front of the caravan before coming to a stop. “Senior, I’d like to ask, where exactly is this place, and how far is it to Iron Wolf City?”

The members of the caravan then saw that the roadblock was merely a young man who was somewhat disheveled and ragged, thanks to the despicable donkey's spiteful actions, and his true qi fluctuations seemed to be at the Pulse Formation Realm.

To them, attempting to rob their caravan with such a level of power would be suicidal.

“Such a swift movement art.”

The middle-aged leader's eyes lit up, and he gave Ling Feng a thumbs-up. “Young friend, considering your cultivation is only at the Pulse Formation Realm, your movement art is impressive. You must be a martial artist who cultivates body refinement, right?”

“Sort of.” Ling Feng shrugged while feeling a bit helpless. “But Senior, you haven’t answered my question. I’m a bit lost.”

“Haha.” The leader laughed warmly. “Young friend, we are at the southern edge of the Tianbai Empire. If you continue southwest, you should reach Iron Wolf City by tomorrow morning.”

“Southwest, you say?” Ling Feng touched his nose and then cupped his hands in a fist-and-palm salute toward the middle-aged man. “I got it. Thank you for the information, Senior.”

“What brings you to Iron Wolf City?”

The leader scrutinized Ling Feng with curiosity. This young man seems out of place in this area, and it is unusual for someone of his apparent background to suddenly appear here.

In his view, although Ling Feng’s cultivation was not very high, his young age suggested that he might be a talented genius from a prominent family who came to train at the outer edges of the Nanjiang Demon Domain.

Thinking of this, Wang Tianlin smiled and said, “Young friend, what’s your surname? I am Wang Tianlin. I am heading back to Iron Wolf City. If you don’t mind, we can travel together.”

“Thank you.”

Ling Feng nodded. Since their destinations were the same and the caravan leader seemed decent, traveling with him for a while seemed fine. It might even provide an opportunity to learn more about the Nanjiang Demon Domain.

“My surname is Ling.” Ling Feng smiled. “My name is Ling Feng. You can call me Little Feng.”

Wang Tianlin nodded. “Then I won’t be polite. Little Feng, even though we are at the edge of the Endless Forest, there are still fourth-tier demonic beasts around, so it’s not entirely safe.”

Ling Feng touched his nose, silently amused. He cupped his hands in a fist-and-palm salute and said, “Thank you, Senior Wang.”

At that moment, the curtain of a cart at the rear of the caravan was suddenly lifted, revealing a pretty face.

It was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, with striking features and quite attractive.

However, this young beauty had a haughty look in her eyes. She glared at Ling Feng with displeasure and said, “Dad, why are you wasting so much time talking to a little beggar? Let’s just move on and ignore him!”

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