Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique
Chapter 149 You Are Not Qualified to Be Sect Leader at All!

Chapter 149: Chapter 149 You Are Not Qualified to Be Sect Leader at All!

"Hmph, it seems that you, as the sect leader, have utterly failed to win the hearts of the people!"

Duanmu Qingshan burst into laughter, watching Lin Canglang’s face alternate between green and white, just like a jumping clown.

"This is preposterous!" Lin Canglang clenched his fists tightly and bellowed again, "Where are the peak masters? Why aren’t you leading your Feng Sect disciples to suppress the rebels?"

With that command, even if some peak masters still hesitated, they dared not defy the direct order of the Sect Leader. They reluctantly tallied their disciples and launched an encirclement against Master Ling and his students.

The disciples, of course, were unwilling to move against Ling Feng, but they couldn’t defy their master’s orders and obediently complied.

Suddenly, over a thousand disciples formed an immense formation. Under the command of the peak masters, they surrounded Ling Feng and his students from all sides, three layers deep.

"Humph!"

Once again, the situation reversed. Lin Canglang sneered and shouted, "What are you waiting for? Capture these traitors!"

"Disciples of Feixing Peak, attack and kill them!"

Yang Wei was the first to roar out the command, and hundreds of Feixing Peak disciples, assembled in a battle array, surged forward.

Subsequently, disciples from Cangyun Peak and Sky Sword Peak also charged forward with a war cry.

Duanmu Qingshan’s expression darkened, a flash of tragic determination crossing his eyes. Turning to Ling Feng, he took out a thin secret manual and tossed it to him, saying sternly, "Xiao Feng, this is the ’Sword Scripture’ that Lin Canglang has been so eager to obtain. Take the ’Sword Scripture’ and escape—I’ll stake it all against that thief!"

Ling Feng caught the ’Sword Scripture’ and slipped it into his Spirit Storage Ring, giving a faint smile, "Master, it seems you’ve forgotten something."

Then, Ling Feng directly took out the Wenxian Sect’s Sect Leader Jade Token, raised it high, and thundered, "The Sect Leader’s Jade Token is here; let’s see who dares to make a move!"

The Sect Leader Jade Token represented the emblem of the sect leader’s authority. Seeing the Jade Token was as good as seeing the Sect Leader himself!

With Ling Feng holding the Sect Leader Jade Token, he was endowed with the awe and dignity of the sect leader.

Instantly, the rushing disciples halted in their tracks, turning back to look at their respective peak masters.

The peak masters, in turn, looked back at Lin Canglang, dumbfounded and unsure of what to do.

"So, that’s it!" Duanmu Qingshan’s eyes brightened. When he gave the Sect Leader Jade Token to Ling Feng that day, it was merely to protect Ling Feng through the array within the token.

Unexpectedly, today, this small token played such a crucial role.

"Nonsense, I am the true sect leader of Wenxian Sect!" Lin Canglang was almost choked with rage, saying coldly, "Disciples, heed my command and kill! Kill! Kill!"

"What a joke, the Sect Leader’s Jade Token is a legacy handed down from the founder. Seeing the Jade Token is as good as seeing the Sect Leader!" Ling Feng raised the command token high, his gaze like a bolt of lightning, staring coldly at Lin Canglang, "Lin Canglang, is your authority as the sect leader greater, or is the authority of Wenxian Sect’s founding ancestor greater?"

"Hiss!"

No sooner had these words been spoken, the peak masters around Lin Canglang were all taken aback.

Ling Feng’s words were like a sharp sword. Now, if Ling Feng used the Sect Leader’s Jade Token to mobilize Wenxian Sect disciples, wouldn’t the disciples have to turn their weapons against them?

"You!" Lin Canglang was no pushover either, shouting furiously, "Ling Feng, you’re nothing but a rebel. What gives you the right to hold the Sect Leader’s Jade Token! And I am the legitimate sect leader, appointed by my predecessor!"

Lin Canglang raised his long sword high and roared, "Disciples, are you not going to take down those two traitors? Do you all want to betray the sect?"

"Lin Canglang, you are utterly unworthy of being the sect leader!"

Just as both sides were sticking to their own arguments, endlessly disputing, a thunderous shout came from the sky, followed by a white-haired old man who descended from the heavens, slowly landing beside Duanmu Qingshan.

This person was none other than Elder Yao from the Elixir Medicine Pavilion.

"Elder Yao, it’s you!" Upon seeing his old friend, Duanmu Qingshan was clearly excited.

"Yes, it’s me." Elder Yao sighed deeply, his eyes brimming with tears as he said, "Junior Duanmu, you’ve suffered greatly these years!"

Seeing Elder Yao actually standing by Duanmu Qingshan’s side, Lin Canglang’s complexion changed, and through gritted teeth he said, "Uncle Yao Master, what is the meaning of this? Could it be that you too wish to conspire with these two traitors and betray the Asking Immortal Sect?"

"Lin Canglang, you are not yet qualified to represent the Asking Immortal Sect!" Elder Yao took a deep breath, his eyes locked onto Lin Canglang as he coldly said, "Lin Canglang, do you really think that what you and your fellow disciples did with the previous Sect Leader, Lu Tianji, could go unnoticed by heaven and earth?"

"You... I don’t know what you are talking about!" Lin Canglang’s face twisted with a change of expression, "Uncle Yao Master, you are advanced in years, you should go back to the Elixir Medicine Pavilion to retire and stop causing trouble here!"

"Hmph, I must make public the secrets of the past! You, and your master Lu Tianji, are not qualified to lead a sect!"

"So, you knew it all, brother." Duanmu Qingshan clenched his fists, remembering how his family was destroyed and how he himself had been trapped on Little Bamboo Peak for over a decade. Living day by day in the same sect as the murderer of his wife, yet unable to seek revenge; who could understand such pain.

"It’s a pity that I was too powerless back then to offer you a helping hand."

Elder Yao shook his head and sighed, then disclosed everything about how the previous Sect Leader Lu Tianji had conspired with his disciples to poison Duanmu Qingshan’s wife in order to take the secret manual, severely injure his daughter, and finally join forces to attack Duanmu Qingshan himself.

The disciples present were all shocked. Although the Asking Immortal Sect was considered a third-class sect, it was still thought of as an upright and reputable sect. It was unimaginable that the leadership of the Asking Immortal Sect could be so hypocritically righteous.

"You old coot! Have you said enough!" Lin Canglang finally burst out in anger and shame, brandishing the Sect Leader Command Sword, "No matter what, I am still the Sect Leader of the Asking Immortal Sect, and whoever opposes me is a traitor! I command, anyone who disobeys will be killed without mercy!"

Having said that, Lin Canglang swept out with his long sword, instantly killing a dozen Stewards who stood dumbfounded beside him.

"Anyone who dares to ignore my command will have their fate mirrored by these men!"

However, this only further fueled the disciples’ resentment toward Lin Canglang, one after another, they switched sides and stood with Ling Feng.

"Junior Master Ling holds the Sect Leader Jade Token, we are willing to obey Junior Master Ling!"

"A qualified Sect Leader would never draw his sword against his own disciples!"

"Junior Master Ling is the one who deserves to be Sect Leader, while you are nothing but a despicable wretch!"

"Junior Master Ling! Junior Master Ling!..."

Even Ling Feng himself had not realized that, without knowing, he had already attained such a revered position in the hearts of the Asking Immortal Sect disciples.

Duanmu Qingshan had thought that today he would be facing an army, but unexpectedly, that army had turned into his allies!

He clenched his fists; back then, he too was constantly on guard against Ling Feng, yet in the end, he chose to trust him completely without reservation.

His disciple seemed to possess a kind of persuasive charm about him that made people unconsciously want to follow him, trust him, support him.

The tide had turned!

Lin Canglang panicked, as did Lee Liang, Yang Wei, and others, all of whom had pale, ashen faces.

"How did it come to this? How could it have turned out like this?"

Lin Canglang gripped his long sword tightly, his mind spinning, wondering if the influence of Ling Feng was really so profound.