Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique
Chapter 282: Damn, I Believe You!

Chapter 282: Chapter 282: Damn, I Believe You!

East Courtyard, Martial Arts Arena of the Yellow Character Disciples.

Leng Jianfeng, a bearded Devil Instructor, had a slight, almost imperceptible smile on his face as he squinted his eyes, staring at the students below.

"Not bad, not bad! Some of you guys actually seem to have a clue!"

For once, he didn’t start by mocking everyone!

"Wow, could it be the end of the world? The icy ghost is actually praising us!"

"Today’s sun must have risen from the west!"

"I must definitely be dreaming!"

The students stirred up a commotion, which immediately darkened Leng Jianfeng’s expression again.

"Damn it! A bunch of little bastards!" Leng Jianfeng scowled, glanced at everyone, and pulled a scroll from his sleeve, saying sternly, "Alright, alright, I’m now going to announce the results of this beast-hunting competition!"

"Yellow Character Disciple first place, Ling Feng!"

"Yellow Character Disciple second place, Lee Bufan!"

"Yellow Character Disciple third place, Feng Mo!"

"Yellow Character Disciple fourth place, Yang Jun!"

"Yellow Character Disciple sixth place, Jiang Xiaofan!"

"Yellow Character Disciple tenth place, Lio Yunfei!"

After announcing these results, the triumphant look on Leng Jianfeng’s face was hard to conceal.

There were only ten spots, and the East Courtyard had taken two of the top four places all by themselves. If Leng Jianfeng wasn’t pleased, then his facial muscles must have been paralyzed!

This was the greatest victory in the history of the East Courtyard, their most outstanding achievement ever!

The Central Courtyard, always touted as the leader among the Five Academies, had been completely defeated by the East Courtyard in this competition!

Haha, thrilling!

Of course, the scores of Yang Jun and Feng Mo were earned with Ling Feng’s help, but that was within the rules, nothing to complain about.

After all, once everyone entered the Heavenly Position Mountain Range, they would surely concentrate on gathering more Demon Cores by themselves, not likely helping others.

Regardless, with such results, Leng Jianfeng was naturally overjoyed.

When Su Qingxuan handed him the final score sheet, he even saw tears in her eyes.

If it hadn’t been for Su Qingxuan’s overwhelming emotions causing her to lose control, she would have announced these proud results with him.

"Hahaha, power to East Courtyard!"

"East Courtyard rules!"

"All hail the Chief, number one among the Five Academies!"

"Hahaha..."

The students were incredibly excited; although they weren’t qualified for the awards, this was an honor for the entire East Courtyard.

Only Lee Bufan stood aside with a frosty expression from beginning to end.

Second...

In his heart, there was only first place, never second!

Especially since he had lost to Ling Feng, which stung his pride even more.

But this only fueled his determination for battle.

Ling Feng!

Lee Bufan’s eyes were fixed on Ling Feng’s back, marking him as a lifelong rival.

"Humph!" Leng Jianfeng cleared his throat and continued, "Is there really need to get excited over such a trivial matter?"

He himself had been excited for a while, and now he was putting on airs, immediately earning the disdain of the students below.

"Finally, I must announce the ranking of all the new apprentices," Cold Sword said, standing with his hands behind his back, his gaze fixed on Ling Feng.

"Cough cough, Ling Feng, you did well this time, jumping straight into the tenth place. You’ve really made your old man proud!"

Ling Feng pursed his lips and said indifferently, "It’s all thanks to Instructor Leng’s teachings."

"Hahahaha..." Cold Sword stroked his bearded chin and laughed heartily, "Exactly, without this instructor, you guys wouldn’t have achieved such results, hahaha!"

The group of disciples looked at Cold Sword with extreme disdain.

It seemed like Ling Feng was already a monster when he arrived, right? Even if Instructor Leng really taught something, it wasn’t enough to take all the credit like this?

Is that really okay?

"Tsk!" Seeing all the scornful looks, Cold Sword remained unfazed, his face bearded and even if he was somewhat guilty, no one could tell.

"Those whose names have been called, come with me to the Reward and Punishment Hall to receive your awards first thing tomorrow morning! Hehe, this time I want to see if the instructors from the other academies feel disgraced or not! Hehehe..."

This scheming guy reveled in the thought of the other academies’ instructors, escorted by just a cat or dog, finding joy secretly.

Finally, the East Courtyard was ahead of the other four academies!

Awesome!

"Yes!"

Ling Feng and the others nodded, curious about what the reward would be this time.

"Additionally, Ling Feng, you really did splendidly this time. As your most respected instructor, I naturally have to reward you," Cold Sword said, arms crossed over his chest, an "I’m so proud of you" look on his face, and gaily added, "Kid, I’ve decided to grant you one request. Anything within my power, just one, so think carefully."

"Wow, the tight-fisted Cold Face Ghost is actually plucking his feathers!"

"It must be the sun rising from the west!"

"Chief Ling Feng, don’t make too excessive a demand. Be careful with Instructor Leng!"

"..."

"Dammit! You little brats!"

Cold Sword, unable to keep up appearances, jumped off the platform and kicked towards Wang Yishan, who was shouting the loudest.

Wang Yishan, face down!

Ling Feng touched his nose, thinking that with Yan Cangtian as a powerful supporter and with all kinds of rare and precious herbs available in the Spiritual Medicine Garden, he didn’t really need anything from Cold Sword.

However, after seeing Cold Sword’s bearded face, he couldn’t resist the urge to play a prank.

"Instructor Leng, I’ve thought it over," Ling Feng said with a slight smile.

After Cold Sword had kicked Wang Yishan a couple more times, he turned to Ling Feng and asked with a sneer, "Kid, just say whatever you want, I’m not some stingy old rooster!"

"Alright then, please, Instructor Leng, pluck some feathers," Ling Feng said, raising his eyebrows boldly.

"Pluck... pluck feathers?"

The disciples exchanged glances, unsure of Ling Feng’s intentions.

Cold Sword also paused, "Pluck feathers? Pluck what feathers?"

Ling Feng said with a smile, "Instructor Leng, honestly, although your look is quite heroic and powerful, we’ve all gotten pretty tired of it. How about you shave off your beard tomorrow? Everybody agrees, right?"

"What? Shave the beard?" Cold Sword’s face darkened instantly, "I’ve worked so hard to grow this handsome beard, and you want me to shave it off!"

"What’s wrong, Instructor Leng, are you going back on your word? Then forget it," Ling Feng shrugged, "I don’t really have any other requests anyway."

"Haha, yes, yes, yes! Shave the beard!" Feng Mo immediately joined in the ruckus.

"Right, shave! Shave! Shave!" Ouyang Jing followed suit.

Qin Wanwan was laughing so hard she almost cried, "Instructor Leng, you have to keep your word!"

"A man’s word is his bond, and no horse can chase it back!" Lio Yunfei also started winking and nudging.

"I..." Cold Sword glared at Ling Feng, and after a long moment, sputtered, "I believe in your evil