Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique
Chapter 122: Alarming the Sect Leader!

Chapter 122: Chapter 122: Alarming the Sect Leader!

Silence!

A deafening silence enveloped the surroundings, so quiet one could almost hear a pin drop.

Whether it was the elite members of the Iron Blood Alliance, the Inner Sect Disciples standing with Ling Feng, the onlookers, or even the Stewards and Elders secretly watching from the shadows, all stood still, dumbstruck.

Was this truly a martial artist of the Qi Condensation Realm?

Those elites from the Iron Blood Alliance who had followed Jing Wuxue in ferocious pursuit now dared not step forward to help him up.

Everyone was frozen, shocked and afraid!

Lin Xian’er’s eyelids twitched uncontrollably, her heart riding another wave of astonishment.

She had believed herself capable of easily defeating Jing Wuxue, but she was at the Seventh Level of the Pulse Condensation Realm, whereas Ling Feng was merely at the Qi Condensation level!

"Huff!"

Ling Feng stood proudly, lifting the sword blade in his hand and blew gently upon it.

The bloodstain from the blade, Jing Wuxue’s blood, was whisked away.

Each sword wound on his body penetrated just deep enough to sever the meridians without killing him immediately.

His death would be one of bleeding out.

Jing Wuxue would soon live up to his name, truly becoming "bloodless."

Brutal!

Far too brutal!

Upon seeing Ling Feng’s icy, piercing gaze, the knees of the Iron Blood Alliance elites buckled, and they fell to the ground in a rumble.

No one dared to assist Jing Wuxue. Those once haughty elites of the Iron Blood Alliance were now begging like dogs, pleading for mercy.

Some relentlessly kowtowed, others harshly slapped their own faces, while a few cursed Jing Wuxue, claiming they had long been unwilling to follow his wicked schemes.

In short, before Ling Feng’s overpowering strength, those so-called True Disciples were all terrified out of their wits.

"Deserved it! For you scum who bully the weak!"

"Jing Wuxue, you bastard, your day has finally come! Hahahaha..."

"Senior Ling Feng did well, these guys deserve such a lesson!"

"..."

Nobody sympathized with Jing Wuxue, these Sect’s parasites whom everyone wanted to eliminate.

"Is this my fate..."

Jing Wuxue felt his consciousness fading, his body’s blood seeming to have almost run dry.

Approaching death, he realized that he had become like a rat crossing the street, despised and hunted by everyone.

He suddenly remembered his younger days when he, like Ling Feng, had been esteemed by all, the goal and role model for every young disciple.

His juniors calling him "Brother Jing," "Brother Jing," with heartfelt sincerity—how pure and wonderful that was!

"Those times... were so good!"

A trace of hot tears welled up in the corners of Jing Wuxue’s eyes and, in the last moments of his life, he found regret.

"Thud!"

His battered body fell heavily to the ground; blood now dried up, Jing Wuxue’s breath came to an end.

However, no one pitied him—some even wanted to stomp on his corpse and spit on it.

...

"Sect Leader, it’s terrible, something big has happened!"

Within the Asking Immortal Sect, at Liuxian Main Peak, Lee Liang rushed hurriedly into the Quiet Room where Sect Leader Lin Canglang was in secluded cultivation.

"Elder Lee, you seem to be in such a hurry, what is the matter?"

Lin Canglang’s eyes opened slightly, and a flicker of displeasure crossed his face. He had just seen off his daughter, and was now pondering over the basic Sword Manual that Lin Xian’er had brought to him.

"Sect Leader, a...a fight has broken out, that Ling Feng and your True Disciple Jing Wuxue, they’ve started fighting!"

Breathless from hurrying, Lee Liang was gasping for air.

"What, that brat Ling Feng has returned!" During the half-month of Ling Feng’s disappearance, Lin Canglang had also tried to summon Ling Feng several times, but he had never been within the sect, leading Lin to assume that Ling Feng was out on a training expedition.

But he never expected that as soon as Ling Feng returned, he would be in conflict with the only True Disciple he had left. (PS: Lin Canglang originally had two True Disciples. The second, Yun Zheng, was killed by Lin Canglang himself because of Ling Feng.)

"Damn it, why is that Ling Feng so foolish to provoke Jing Wuxue!" Lin Canglang immediately began to worry about Ling Feng’s life, not because he cared for Ling Feng, but because Ling Feng had not yet brought him Duanmu Qingshan’s Sword Manual. Should Ling Feng be killed by Jing Wuxue, his efforts would all have been in vain.

"What exactly happened?" Lin Canglang suddenly stood up, "Never mind, talk while we walk. Where are they? Take me there at once!"

"They are facing off in front of the Iron Blood Building of the Iron Blood Alliance. I came to report to the Sect Leader as soon as I heard the news," said Lee Liang while hastily leading the way in front.

"Let’s hope Wuxue can control his temper and not do anything foolish! Otherwise, even as a Direct Disciple, I will not hesitate to strike him down!" Lin Canglang clenched his fist, inwardly cursing Ling Feng, the troublemaker who had been a constant source of disturbances since joining the sect.

However, what he did not realize was that it was not Ling Feng whom he should be worried about, but his own Direct Disciple.

With their flying speed, it took less than half the time it takes to drink a cup of tea to reach their destination.

But when he arrived, everything was indeed already too late.

The first thing he saw was Jing Wuxue, his body pierced by over a dozen sword holes, and then with a "thump," he fell to the ground, dead.

"How is this possible?"

Lin Canglang’s eyelids twitched wildly. He was very clear about Jing Wuxue’s talent and strength. Even if Jing had been neglecting his sword practice lately, letting himself go, he was still genuinely in the Solidification Ten Layers!

Lee Liang was even more scared, his face ashen.

With strength that was no less exceptional than the others, if Ling Feng could kill Jing Wuxue, did it not mean that Ling Feng could kill him too?

The current Ling Feng had started to lose control, and it seemed they had truly reared a tiger, now a source of fear.

"This..." Lin Canglang clenched his fist, a brief moment of confusion followed by a surge of nameless fury in his chest.

He had been Sect Leader for thirteen years, had only ever accepted two True Disciples, and both had died because of Ling Feng. To say that he had no anger in his heart would be impossible.

With a flicker of his figure, Lin Canglang crossed over the densely packed crowd, only to see a large group of True Disciples kneeling and kowtowing before Ling Feng, begging for mercy, which stirred another wave of anger.

What was all this? Dozens of Late-stage of Pulse Condensation True Disciples, scared into this state by one Ling Feng?

Could it be that the disciples of the Wenxian Sect had no backbone at all?

Upon seeing the Sect Leader and Elder arriving, all disciples knelt in unison and bowed deeply, "Greetings to the Sect Leader, greetings to Elder Lee!"

Only Ling Feng stood proudly, without any intention of kneeling or offering greetings.

Lin Canglang swept his sleeve, his gaze sweeping across the assembly, then fixing on Ling Feng, a flash of anger in his eyes, he said sternly, "Ling Feng, what exactly is going on here? If you don’t make things clear to me, don’t blame me for enforcing the sect rules this very day!"

Ling Feng took a deep breath, bowed slightly to Lin Canglang with a gesture, and said indifferently, "Sect Leader, the Iron Blood Alliance has been oppressing the disciples, acting arrogantly and causing harm within the Wenxian Sect for many years. Surely the Sect Leader is not unaware of this?"

"You!" Lin Canglang’s gaze sharpened. He was naturally aware of the issues with the Iron Blood Alliance, but he had turned a blind eye due to Jing Wuxue being his Direct Disciple.

Moreover, he was completely focused on how to obtain the Sword Scriptures from Duanmu Qingshan and hardly concerned with the fate of ordinary disciples.

"What do you mean by this, Ling Feng?"

Anger rose up in Lin Canglang’s chest, he had already detected Ling Feng’s loss of control. However, fortunately, he had long planted the Golden Silkworm Gu Poison in Ling Feng, not fearing that Ling Feng would dare to turn against him.

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

Just as the atmosphere was becoming even more tense, a handsome "youth" stepped forward from the crowd and spoke up loudly.

"Hm?" Lin Canglang frowned, feeling a surge of annoyance. He was questioning Ling Feng, and yet a common disciple dared to interrupt, which was utterly presumptuous.

However, when he saw the face of this "youth," the corners of his eyes involuntarily twitched.

This extraordinarily handsome youth was actually his own daughter, Lin Xian’er!