The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 14: I Can Deal With It!

Chapter 14: I Can Deal With It!

"Your appearance gives me hope!" Duanmu Qingshan stared at Ling Feng, his face showing a hint of excited expression. "Not only can you heal my injuries, but you are also an unparalleled genius that appears once in a lifetime!"

"Are you willing to accept me as your master, even if it means forming an irreparable enmity with the Wenxian Sect from now on?"

Duanmu Qingshan's voice was extremely serious as he stared fixedly at Ling Feng.

Ling Feng took a deep breath and nodded solemnly, "For one day as a master, a lifetime as a father!"

"Good!" Duanmu Qingshan burst into hearty laughter. "I, Duanmu Qingshan, have finally not misjudged a person."

"The Sword Scripture that people like Lin Canglang have been coveting is named The Flower-Transposing Jade-Burying Sword. It was originally the sect-defining art of the Yi Hua Palace, the sect of my wife. Those scoundrels have coveted this sword technique for over a decade, yet they haven't managed to steal even a bit of it. Now that you are my last disciple, I will certainly pass on this supreme art to you without reservation!"

"The Flower-Transposing Jade-Burying Sword?" Ling Feng touched his nose. Even the previous generation's sect leader of the Wenxian Sect had lost his life because of this sword technique. It was evident that this was an extraordinarily astonishing sword art.

It must be many times more formidable than the Starshatter Sword Technique that Duanmu Qingshan taught him.

"The Flower-Transposing Jade-Burying Sword has an extremely high cultivation threshold. At the very least, you need to reach the Pulse Formation Realm to practice it. Currently, you're only at the fourth level of the Qi Formation Realm which is still a considerable distance from the Pulse Formation Realm." Duanmu Qingshan took a deep breath, returning to his usual calm demeanor.

"Wenxian Sect owes me too much; it's time to collect some interest." Duanmu Qingshan stood with his hands behind his back, and then added slowly, "With this sect leader's token, go to the scripture depository and the medicinal pavilion to get some good stuff. With this token, you can obtain anything you desire."

"This..." Ling Feng held onto the sect leader's token, smiling wryly. "Master, while the token is excellent, I may not even be able to defeat an average inner sect disciple with my current strength. I'm afraid that the token will be snatched away as soon as I reveal it."

"Rest assured. Since I handed the token to you, I naturally have my solutions."

Duanmu Qingshan swung his sleeves. "Go ahead and demand some benefits from the Wenxian Sect. Whether it's pills, techniques, or weapons, take whatever you like! As my disciple, I have your back, and you don't need to worry about anything!"

"Mhmm." Ling Feng nodded. Duanmu Qingshan wouldn't say this without a plan in mind.

Therefore, there was no need to stay confined to Little Bamboo Peak. It was time to exercise the privileges of an inner sect disciple and explore the good places like the scripture depository and the medicinal pavilion.

...

The next morning, a figure swiftly moved through the mountains and forests

This was Ling Feng's first departure from Little Bamboo Peak since arriving at the Wenxian Sect.

Within the Wenxian Sect, there were magnificent buildings and palaces, a stark contrast to the humble bamboo tower of Little Bamboo Peak.

Before long, Ling Feng arrived at an enormous martial arts arena. This was where disciples from various peaks and branches practiced their martial arts every morning. Many disciples had already gathered, engaging in the practice of fundamental fist and sword techniques.

"Huh? Isn't that the disciple who joined the inner sect just a few days ago? He seems to be a disciple from Little Bamboo Peak!"

"This guy is pretty lucky. Most of those who joined Little Bamboo Peak in the past would be covered in injuries within three days and voluntarily leave the inner sect. But this kid has actually persisted for so long?"

"Anyway, joining Little Bamboo Peak never leads to a good outcome. Let's keep our distance from him, just in case we get involved."

"Exactly!"

Those disciples who were whispering to each other avoided Ling Feng like he was a plague and quickly moved away from his vicinity.

"Hmph!" These words naturally didn't escape Ling Feng's ears. He squinted, thinking that it was too early to pass judgment on who would have an unfavorable outcome.

Just as Ling Feng was about to leave, he heard a surprised voice from behind, "Ling Feng?"

Ling Feng turned around to see that the person was Wang Danfeng, the outer sect elder who had brought him to the Wenxian Sect in the first place.

Wang Danfeng glanced at Ling Feng, and shook his head with a sigh. He approached and grabbed Ling Feng's arm, attempting to lead him away.

"Little Ling, do you still not realize your situation? Once you have joined Little Bamboo Peak, you shouldn't be seen here. If disciples from Feixing Peak catch sight of you, you're in for trouble!" Wang Danfeng whispered, lowering his voice.

"Uncle Wang, don't worry, I'm fine." Ling Feng smiled faintly, somewhat surprised that Uncle Wang, who was grateful for his grandfather's favor, still showed some concern for him.

"Here are a few Qi Formation Pills; take them." Uncle Wang took out three porcelain bottles from his sleeve and handed them to Ling Feng. "I advise you to leave Little Bamboo Peak. Join the outer sect; although the treatment isn't as good as the inner sect, I can arrange a relatively easy task for you. It's better than being bullied in the inner sect."

"Uncle Wang, thank you for your kindness. However, although there may be people who dare to bully me, there are none within the Wenxian Sect!"

A disdainful glint flashed in Ling Feng's eyes. He returned the Qi Formation Pills to Wang Danfeng, gave a carefree smile, and walked towards the back of the martial arts arena.

"This kid..." Wang Danfeng stood there in a daze. After just a few days of not seeing him, Ling Feng's entire aura had transformed into that of a sword hidden within its sheath. The dominance emanating from him even caused a slight shudder in Uncle Wang's spirit.

On the green stone steps ahead, several well-dressed disciples appeared. The one leading them, upon seeing Ling Feng, paused for a moment and smirked, "Ling Feng, Ling Feng, you dare to come here without hiding behind that old geezer Duanmu?"

The person who spoke was none other than Shi Tailong, the one who had gone to teach Ling Feng a lesson at Little Bamboo Peak. He was rebuffed by Duanmu Qingshan and suffered significant injuries. It took ten days to finally recover.

Unable to take revenge on Duanmu Qingshan, he naturally directed his resentment towards Ling Feng. Meeting his enemy face to face, his eyes were particularly filled with malice.

"Brat, you're digging your own grave. Old geezer Duanmu is not here to protect you today. Tell me, do you want your left leg broken first or your right leg?" Shi Tailong grinned maliciously. Having bottled up his anger for so long, he finally had a place to vent today.

"Wow, it's Senior Brother Shi Tailong from Feixing Peak! Haha, this is going to be interesting!"

Immediately, many inner sect disciples at the level of Qi Formation Realm gathered around, each showing keen interest as they formed a circle.

Wang Danfeng clenched his fist, took a step forward, and said in a deep voice, "So, it's the proud disciple of Senior Brother Yang from Feixing Peak. I don't know how Ling Feng has offended you all, but I hope you can show some mercy."

"Tsk, a mere outer sect elder dares to meddle in our inner sect affairs?" Shi Tailong's eyes flashed with disdain. "Old man, seeing that you are an elder, I won't bother with you. Hurry up and get lost. Don't get in my way!"

There's a clear distinction between the inner and outer sects. Once you entered the inner sect, your value would multiply a hundredfold.

Although Wang Danfeng's cultivation level surpassed that of Shi Tailong, his aptitude was limited, and he was old. In this lifetime, he had reached the end of his cultivation. How could he compare to someone like Shi Tailong, a promising "young talent"?

Therefore, even though Wang Danfeng was an outer sect elder, Shi Tailong completely disregarded him.

"Uncle Wang, this matter has nothing to do with you. I'll handle it." Ling Feng's gaze turned cold. His tone was calm and indifferent, neither joyful nor sorrowful.

"Little Ling..." Wang Danfeng clenched his fists, feeling a sense of self-reproach for swearing to take care of Ling Feng but finding himself unable to help when it mattered at the Wenxian Sect.

"Ling Feng, you're quite courageous, but you'll die a miserable death today!" Shi Tailong's mouth curled into a sinister smile, as if he could already envision Ling Feng lying on the ground like a dead dog.

Ling Feng stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze locked onto Shi Tailong. He said each word deliberately, "Is this how a disciple speaks to his senior uncle?"