The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Silence!

The surroundings fell into a profound stillness, so intense that one could almost hear a pin drop.

Everyone stood frozen in shock and fear: the elite members of the Iron Blood Alliance, the inner sect disciples supporting Ling Feng, the onlookers, and the stewards and elders lurking in the shadows.

Was he truly a cultivator of the Qi Formation Realm?

The elite members of the Iron Blood Alliance, who had initially surged forward with Jing Wuxue, now hesitated, afraid to approach or assist him.

Lin Xian'er’s eyelids twitched incessantly, her heart churning with waves of disbelief. She knew she could easily defeat Jing Wuxue, but she was at the seventh level of the Pulse Formation Realm, whereas Ling Feng was merely at the Qi Formation Realm!

Whoof!

Ling Feng stood proudly, lifting his blade and gently blowing away the bloodstains. Those stains were all from Jing Wuxue’s body, each puncture precisely severing tendons without causing immediate death. Jing Wuxue’s demise would come from bleeding out.

Soon, Jing Wuxue would live up to his name, truly becoming bloodless[1].

Brutal!

Too brutal!

Under Ling Feng’s cold and penetrating gaze, the elite members of the Iron Blood Alliance found their legs turning to jelly, collapsing to their knees in unison.

Not a soul dared to aid Jing Wuxue. The once arrogant members now resembled whimpering dogs, each pleading for mercy. Some incessantly kowtowed, others slapped themselves across the face, while a few cursed Jing Wuxue, claiming they had long refused to follow him in his wrongful deeds.

In the face of Ling Feng’s overwhelming power, these direct disciples were petrified with fear.

"You deserve it! That's what scums like you get for bullying the weak!"

"Jing Wuxue, you bastard, you're getting what you deserve today! Hahaha..."

"Senior Uncle Ling Feng, well done! These guys deserve this punishment!"

"..."

No one sympathized with Jing Wuxue. These parasites of the sect were universally condemned.

"Is this the end for me..."

Jing Wuxue felt his consciousness fading, his blood nearly drained away. As he neared death, he realized he had become a pariah, despised by everyone. Memories of his youth flashed before him, when he had been the beacon of admiration, the role model for young disciples.

The calls of "Senior Brother Jing" from junior brothers and sisters had once been heartfelt and sincere.

"How good it was...back then!"

A hint of warm tears welled up in Jing Wuxue’s eyes. In his final moments, he felt remorse.

Thud!

Jing Wuxue’s broken body collapsed heavily to the ground, the last traces of blood drained from him. With a final breath, his existence came to an end.

No one showed sympathy. Some even contemplated stepping on him and spitting on his lifeless form.

...

"Sect Leader, something terrible has happened!"

Li Liang hurriedly rushed into the resting room of the sect leader, Lin Canglang, at the Liuxian Peak of the Wenxian Sect.

"Elder Li, you're in a hurry. What's the matter?"

Lin Canglang slowly opened his eyes, a trace of displeasure flashing across his face. He had just seen off his daughter and was trying to comprehend the basic sword manual that Lin Xian'er had brought him.

"Sect Leader, a... a fight has broken out. Ling Feng and your direct disciple Jing Wuxue, they're fighting!"

Out of breath from his hurried pace, Li Liang was clearly distressed.

"What? That brat Ling Feng is back!" During Ling Feng's half-month absence, Lin Canglang had wanted to summon him several times, but Ling Feng had always been out of the sect. Lin Canglang assumed he was training.

However, to Lin Canglang's surprise, as soon as Ling Feng returned, he immediately clashed with Lin Canglang's only remaining direct disciple.[2]

"Damn it, how could Ling Feng be so foolish as to provoke Jing Wuxue!" Lin Canglang immediately worried about Ling Feng's life, not because he cared about him, but because Ling Feng had not yet brought back the sword manual of Duanmu Qingshan. If Ling Feng were killed by Jing Wuxue, all his efforts would be in vain.

"What's going on exactly?" Lin Canglang stood up abruptly. "Forget it, tell me as we go. Where are they? Hurry, lead me there!"

"They're confronting each other in front of the Iron Blood Pavilion. I rushed here to inform you as soon as I heard the news," said Li Liang as he hurriedly led the way.

"I hope Wuxue can control his temper and not do anything foolish! Otherwise, even if he's my direct disciple, I'll have to strike him down!"

Lin Canglang clenched his fist, cursing inwardly at Ling Feng, the troublemaker who had been causing chaos ever since joining the sect.

Little did he know, he should be worried about his own direct disciple, not Ling Feng.

With Lin Canglang's flying speed, they arrived at their destination in the blink of an eye.

However, when they arrived, it was already too late.

The first thing he saw was Jing Wuxue, pierced with more than a dozen sword wounds, collapsing lifelessly to the ground.

"How is this possible?"

Lin Canglang's eyelids twitched uncontrollably. He was well aware of Jing Wuxue's talent and strength. Even if he had been neglecting his sword practice and indulging in self-destructive behavior, he was still a solid cultivator at the tenth level of the Pulse Formation Realm!

Li Liang was even more frightened, his face pale as a sheet. Jing Wuxue's strength was comparable to his, and if Ling Feng could kill Jing Wuxue, it meant Ling Feng could also kill him.

Ling Feng had started to lose control, becoming a complete liability.

"Uh..." Lin Canglang sighed heavily, his frustration growing as he clenched his fists.

Thirteen years as the sect leader, and he had only taken on two direct disciples, both of whom had met their demise because of Ling Feng. To suggest that he harbored no resentment would be a falsehood.

In a flash, Lin Canglang darted past the dense throng of people, his gaze falling upon a sizable gathering of direct disciples who knelt before Ling Feng, their heads bowed in supplication, igniting another surge of irritation within him.

What’s going on here? How could dozens of late-stage Pulse Formation Realm direct disciples be so intimidated by Ling Feng?

Are the disciples of my Wenxian Sect really so spineless?

Upon seeing the sect leader and an elder personally arriving, all the disciples simultaneously knelt down, bowing respectfully and greeting, "We pay our respects to the sect leader and to Elder Li!"

Only Ling Feng remained standing proudly, showing no intention of kneeling or paying respects.

With a swift flick of his sleeves, Lin Canglang swept his gaze across the assembly before fixing it squarely on Ling Feng. A hint of anger flashed in his eyes as he spoke in a low voice, "Ling Feng, what exactly is going on here? If you don't explain yourself clearly, don't blame me for enforcing the rules of our sect today!"

Ling Feng took a deep breath, offering a slight bow to Lin Canglang, then calmly spoke, "Sect Leader, the Iron Blood Alliance has been oppressing disciples and acting tyrannically, causing trouble for our sect for years. Are you unaware of this?"

"You!" Lin Canglang focused his gaze on Ling Feng. He knew about the Iron Blood Alliance, but because Jing Wuxue was his direct disciple, he had turned a blind eye. Moreover, he had been preoccupied with obtaining the sword manual from Duanmu Qingshan, so he hadn’t cared about the lives of ordinary disciples.

"Ling Feng, what do you mean?"

A surge of anger rose within Lin Canglang. He realized that Ling Feng had lost control. However, he had poisoned Ling Feng with the Golden Silkworm Gu Poison, so he wasn't scared that Ling Feng would rebel against him.

"Reporting to the Sect Leader, I know what happened!"

Just when the atmosphere was getting tenser, a beautiful youth stepped forward.

"Hmm?" Lin Canglang frowned, filled with anger. He had been questioning Ling Feng, and an ordinary disciple dared to interrupt him—how insolent!

However, when he saw the youth's face, his eyes twitched.

This beautiful lass was his own daughter, Lin Xian'er!

1. Wuxue means 'bloodless' in Chinese. ☜

2. Author's note: Lin Canglang originally had two direct disciples. The second disciple, Yun Zheng, was killed by Lin Canglang himself due to Ling Feng. ☜

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