The Art of Chaotic Divinity

"Certainly, this young man is quite remarkable."

Yuan Qiansheng narrowed his eyes. During their time at the medicinal herb garden, he had observed Ling Feng nearly engaging in a confrontation with Wu Pingzhi. Moreover, when confronted by Wu Pingzhi, Ling Feng remained completely composed.

During then, he had speculated that Ling Feng likely possessed the prowess of the Pulse Formation Realm, a speculation now evidently proven true.

Yet, even he couldn't suppress his curiosity. How had Ling Feng managed to discern the weakness in Li Yunfan's Dragon Claw Technique with just a single glance?

Deciphering the moves of a mere Pulse Formation Realm martial artist was by no means difficult for high-level experts like him and Wen Tingguang. However, Ling Feng had only reached the Qi Formation Realm, still one major realm below Li Yunfan.

Moreover, his body technique appeared to be quite extraordinary as well.

"What a mysterious kid!"

A curve formed at the corner of Yuan Qiansheng's mouth as he found the young man called Ling Feng increasingly intriguing.

"Such impressive footwork!" Wen Tingguang carefully observed the actions of the two individuals on the field. Upon witnessing Ling Feng execute the Boundless Sword Steps, he couldn't help but feel astonished.

Since when did the Wenxian Sect possess such footwork? And it appears to have integrated a sword technique as well.

Unbeknownst to him, this wasn't a technique of the Wenxian Sect at all.

In fact, Ling Feng had acquired this secret art from Li Changqing, a disciple of the Liuyun Sword Sect. This fragmentary manual was stumbled upon accidentally by Li Changqing, who was unaware of the true value of the Boundless Sword Steps. Despite years of diligent practice, he couldn't master it.

However, Ling Feng, utilizing the power of his Heavenly Dao Eye, swiftly grasped its intricacies.

It was precisely because of the Boundless Sword Steps that, otherwise, even if he could identify Li Yunfan's weaknesses, he might not have been able to accurately target them.

"Hmph, merely a stroke of luck!"

Li Yunfan tightened his fist, his determination unwavering. With renewed vigor, he ruthlessly clawed towards Ling Feng's neck.

Unwavering in his stance, Ling Feng met the assault head-on, delivering a simple yet powerful punch that directly struck Li Yunfan's other eye.

Thud, thud, thud!

Li Yunfan staggered back several steps, both his eyes now resembling panda eyes.

The surrounding disciples suppressed their laughter, at the same time astonished by Ling Feng's strength, which proved to be unexpectedly formidable!

Qiao Qiao's bright eyes widened in disbelief, blinking rapidly. "How is this possible? That Li Yunfan is so useless?"

Yue Yunlan smiled and said, "Qiao Qiao, do you understand now? Hehe, how should I approach Mr Ling to offer you as a gift?"

"Miss, I was just joking!" Qiao Qiao hastily wrapped her arms around Yue Yunlan's, pleading, "I am so well-behaved and obedient. Can you really bear to part with me?"

"You mischievous little thing!" Yue Yunlan shook her head with a smile. "Oh, forget it, forget it. I'm afraid if I give you to Mr Ling, he'll be annoyed by you sooner or later!"

"Hehe!" Qiao Qiao finally breathed a sigh of relief, patting her chest. Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind: if Ling Feng became the new son-in-law of the Cangqiong Sect in the future, wouldn't I become Ling Feng's maid?

The idea made her burst into silly laughter once again.

"Little girl, just because I'm not sending you away, is there any need to be this happy?" Yue Yunlan couldn't help but feel doubtful.

"Hehe, I won't tell you!" Qiao Qiao suppressed her smile and pointed at Ling Feng on the field, saying, "Keep watching, keep watching!"

"So, are you going to make another attempt?"

Within the battle ring, Ling Feng maintained a calm expression despite Li Yunfan's significantly superior cultivation of true qi. Despite his formidable strength, Li Yunfan couldn't land a single blow on Ling Feng or inflict even the slightest injury.

"How is this possible? What kind of sorcery did you use?"

Li Yunfan's expression turned ferocious. Ling Feng's two punches had struck him solidly in the eye sockets, leaving his head still ringing.

If landing a single punch could be dismissed as a coincidence, then hitting twice in a row is no longer a matter of chance.

"Sorcery?" Ling Feng chuckled coldly. "Believe whatever you want."

With those words, Ling Feng's figure flickered as he darted straight to Li Yunfan's face. Raising his hand, he delivered two resounding slaps, leaving Li Yunfan dizzy and disoriented.

Despite Li Yunfan's considerable strength, he was unable to even catch a glimpse of Ling Feng's figure, let alone defeat him.

"The outcome is already evident."

The disciples whispered among themselves. They had anticipated a one-sided battle, but the reality...

Indeed, it was a completely one-sided battle, with the scales of victory tipping decisively in Ling Feng's favor.

Li Yunfan clenched his fists tightly, cold sweat dripping down his forehead. If Ling Feng had used martial techniques with those two slaps just now, his life might have been over.

At that moment, Li Yunfan hung his head low, resembling a defeated rooster, devoid of his previous arrogant demeanor.

"Often, others don't bother to engage with you, not because they fear you, but simply because they don't consider you worth their attention!" Ling Feng's gaze turned icy as he fixed it on Li Yunfan, his voice carrying a chilling tone. "Arrogance must be supported by the strength to match it!"

"Yes, yes, yes! I'm a fool, I'm an idiot! Just pretend I'm your fart and let me go!" Li Yunfan, rattled by Ling Feng's assault, wasn't oblivious to the fact that Ling Feng's strength could end his life in an instant.

He's scared, utterly terrified!

"My fart? You're not even worthy of it!" Ling Feng snorted disdainfully, leaving Li Yunfan without a shred of dignity.

Chuckle...

Qiao Qiao couldn't help but burst into laughter, while the newly recruited disciples of the medicinal garden struggled to contain their amusement, their faces flushing red.

Li Yunfan doesn't even qualify to be treated as a fart; talk about being utterly pathetic!

Many secretly breathed a sigh of relief; among them, most had harbored some resentment towards Ling Feng's appearance, but thankfully, Li Yunfan was the one in the spotlight.

Now thoroughly subdued by Ling Feng, Li Yunfan didn't dare to even utter a word.

Without further acknowledgment of Li Yunfan, Ling Feng stood with his hands behind his back, disdainfully turning to face Wen Tingguang and the others, and remarked casually, "The outcome should be abundantly clear by now, shouldn't it?"

Elder Li sighed softly, rising to his feet as he declared, "Ling Feng has secured first place in the medicinal garden competition. According to the garden's tradition, he will not only receive ownership of the herbs he gathered but also be rewarded with an earth-tier technique, the True Art of Xuanyuan."

"Ling Feng, congratulations!" exclaimed Wen Tingguang with a hearty laugh. He hadn't anticipated such prowess from Ling Feng, especially coming from a smaller sect like the Wenxian Sect.

"You've done well, young man," added Yuan Qiansheng with a nod and a smile directed at Ling Feng.

Perhaps Ling Feng's remark, "What's wrong with being a menial?" stirred up some nostalgic memories in Yuan Qiansheng, prompting his attitude towards Ling Feng to deviate from the usual.

"Goodness, Master Yuan is actually smiling!"

"Be careful, if Master Yuan hears you, you're in trouble!"

The disciples in the medicinal garden whispered among themselves, secretly envious of Ling Feng.

The backing from Senior Wen and Miss Yu is understandable. However, the fact that even Yuan Qiansheng, known as the "Cold-Faced Ape" of the medicinal garden, is now showing a different attitude towards Ling Feng, leaves others somewhat puzzled.

"Congratulations, Mr Ling," Yue Yunlan said, gracefully approaching Ling Feng with a slight smile.

"I should express my gratitude to Miss Yue and Senior Wen," Ling Feng promptly responded, making a respectful hand gesture towards Yue Yunlan.

Aware that he was not a disciple of the Cangqiong Sect, Ling Feng understood that, according to regulations, he had no right to participate in the medicinal garden's picking competition.

Amidst this, part of it was Elder Li not daring to contradict Wen Tingguang's authority, but more significantly, it was the tacit approval of Young Lady Yue Yunlan.

"Enough of the banter." Wen Tingguang rose from his seat, turning his gaze towards Elder Li with a chuckle. "Elder Li, it's getting late. Could you please bring out the manual?"

"Yes, yes, the manual for the True Art of Xuanyuan is stored in the Yunling Hall. Ling Feng, please follow me," Elder Li said.

Upon witnessing Yue Yunlan's attitude towards Ling Feng, Elder Li didn't dare to show any negligence. He immediately smiled and led everyone towards a grand hall beside the medicinal garden.

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