Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique
Chapter 509: Alarmist Talk? (3rd Update)

Chapter 509: Chapter 509: Alarmist Talk? (3rd Update)

The rest period was not long, roughly the time it takes to finish a cup of tea, when Wang Tianlin once again led the team forward.

Ling Feng clearly felt that the caravan’s members seemed to become nervous. It was no wonder. Traveling from the Endless Forest, he had indeed encountered a fair number of demons, many of which were high-level, fourth-rank. For this caravan, encountering a demon with a high-level bloodline could almost immediately plunge them into a bitter struggle.

Never mind that they could reach Iron Wolf City in just one more day; at times like these, one could not afford to be careless.

"Xiao Feng, we don’t have any other horses in the team, you and my daughter can share a carriage," Wang Tianlin hesitated for a moment before speaking softly.

Before Ling Feng could respond, the spoiled young miss Wang Caiwei immediately retorted, "I don’t want to. I refuse to be with this little beggar. Daddy, you could let Bu Chen ride with me in the carriage and let this little beggar ride Bu Chen’s horse."

"I have made up my mind," Wang Tianlin glanced sideways at Wang Caiwei. "Enough, no more words. Xiao Feng, you don’t mind, do you?"

Ling Feng shrugged nonchalantly. He could see that Wang Tianlin simply didn’t want his daughter to be deceived by a scoundrel like Bu Chen. The old saying goes, parental love knows no bounds; Ling Feng could only comply with Wang Tianlin’s wishes.

"I have no problem," Ling Feng chuckled, indicating his agreement.

"I... I’m so angry! Stupid daddy, bad daddy!"

Unable to resist, Wang Caiwei glared hatefully at her father, lifted the carriage curtain, and climbed in, sulking.

Ling Feng pursed his lips and then sat in the carriage as well.

Wang Caiwei glared unhappily at Ling Feng and said bitterly, "Little beggar, you’d better keep your eyes to yourself. If I catch you sneaking glances, you’ll regret it!"

Ling Feng could not be bothered to even glance at her. He had seen plenty of more beautiful women, and such self-important ones were a first.

...

With a tinge of nervousness, the caravan continued onward.

"Family Head, it’s not surprising that you took in that boy, but aren’t you being a bit too nice to him?"

Ahead in the caravan, a man in a green robe addressed Wang Tianlin suddenly.

"Heh," Wang Tianlin chuckled. "I, Wang Tianlin, have no other skills, but I am precise in judging people. That boy is not simple."

"This..."

The man in the green robe frowned; after all, he couldn’t see anything special about Ling Feng, who was just a boy who knew some Body Refining Techniques. Judging by his energy, he seemed to be just at the Peak of Pulse Condensation Realm. Perhaps he could be regarded as a talented youngster, but how outstanding could he really be?

Inside the carriage, Ling Feng and Wang Caiwei had fallen into an absolute silence.

Wang Caiwei, looking down on Ling Feng, naturally would not initiate conversation. In her view, this boy must definitely be coveting her beauty and, given such a good opportunity, would surely try to ingratiate himself. When the time came, she would thoroughly humiliate him, Humph!

However, her calculations fell through. As soon as Ling Feng got on the carriage, he started to meditate with closed eyes, not even opening them nor moving a muscle, as still as a block of wood.

This little beggar wasn’t even speaking; as a young lady, how could she lower herself to speak first?

"Little beggar, still playing, let’s see how long you can keep it up!"

Wang Caiwei silently cursed in her mind. Clearly, she mistook Ling Feng’s silence as a way to grab her attention.

Some women are like that, thinking that just because they have some beauty, all men in the world must revolve around them.

Little did they know, Ling Feng had seen countless beauties and truly didn’t fancy her!

After a while, Ling Feng slowly opened his eyes. Wang Caiwei, that little vixen, seemed to have fallen asleep, leaning against the carriage, her sleeping expression was somewhat adorably foolish.

The night was getting deeper, and Wang Tianlin waved his hand, ordering everyone to set up camp. Traveling late into the night was not a wise choice.

Soon, the temporary camp was set up, and each little captain arranged for the members to take turns on watch. After a whole day of tense travel, everyone gathered around the campfire and began to have dinner together.

"Brothers, you’ve worked hard. We should be back in Iron Wolf City by noon tomorrow. Hey, I’ve decided to have a bonfire party tonight. We have good food and wine on the cart, so feel free to eat your fill!"

Wang Tianlin was clearly in a good mood. Their caravan had done a big deal in Lin City, and being away for half a year, they were finally about to arrive home.

Soon, the campfire was set up, and aside from the watchkeepers, everyone formed a circle around it. Good food and wine were served. Though it was called a bonfire party, it was actually just a gathering where groups of people casually chatted and talked about their wives, children, and warm homes.

A bunch of rugged men were laughing heartily, enjoying themselves thoroughly.

Ling Feng casually picked up a piece of jerky, watching these men show their genuine feelings, which made him think of his grandfather.

The world was vast, and he had long been alone. Now, even his only grandfather was missing.

"Is Xiao Feng also missing his family?" Wang Tianlin turned back to look at Ling Feng, asking with a light smile.

"Yes," Ling Feng shook his head and smiled wistfully. Thinking too much about these things was of no use. The only clue probably lay with the second part of the "Supreme Mysterious Acupuncture Scripture" hidden by the Eastern Capital Yan Family. Before acquiring enough strength, everything had to take its natural course.

Wang Tianlin grabbed a roasted lamb leg and handed it to Ling Feng, saying softly, "Where is Xiao Feng from? I hear that in the Southern Ten Prefectures, Feiyuan City has many Body Refining Martial Artists. Could Xiao Feng be from Feiyuan City?"

"Where am I from?" Ling Feng took a wine gourd and drank a few gulps, gazing into the deep night with a touch of melancholy flashing in his eyes.

Since he could remember, he and his grandfather (Ling Kun) had been drifting across the Four Seas. Where was his hometown?

He himself did not know.

Suddenly, Ling Feng’s pupils constricted slightly, and he said, "Senior Wang, this place is not safe."

"Hmm?" Wang Tianlin’s eyelids twitched, but he didn’t feel anything unusual around them, and he couldn’t help but ask with a smile, "Xiao Feng, aren’t you being a bit too sensitive? Our men have carefully checked the surroundings, and there are guards within a 300-meter radius. There shouldn’t be any problems, right?"

He was a martial artist at the Origin Transformation Realm, and even his perception couldn’t detect anything unusual. Ling Feng was merely at the Peak of Pulse Condensation Realm—could his senses be stronger than those in the Origin Transformation Realm?

"It’s just a feeling. Senior Wang may not believe it," Ling Feng smiled, his face illuminated by the campfire, exuding an indescribable charisma.

Wang Tianlin pondered for a moment but chose to believe Ling Feng. He immediately ordered the cancellation of the bonfire party and full alert.

Wang Caiwei, who was flirting around the campfire with Bu Chen, was in high spirits, but abruptly heard her father cancel the bonfire party and flew into a rage. Her eyebrows shot up, and she pointed directly at Ling Feng’s nose and scolded in public, "You coward! You clearly know nothing. What makes you act like an expert? Do you really sense danger?"

"My dad kindly took you in, but here you are, dampening everyone’s spirits. Speak up, what are you actually planning!" Wang Caiwei said disgustedly.

Wang Tianlin glared at his daughter, severely reprimanding, "Shut up, girl! What do you understand? Go back to the carriage!"

Wang Caiwei, rarely scolded so harshly by her father, immediately showed an extremely aggrieved expression. Tears began to fall as she blurted out, "Oh, so for this stinky beggar, you don’t need your daughter anymore, is that it? Fine! Let him be your son! I... I won’t bother with you anymore!"

"You are such a petulant and capricious girl! Ah," Wang Tianlin waved his arm, his beard almost bristling from anger.

Bu Chen nearby quickly moved closer, gently consoling, "Caiwei sister, don’t cry. The family head is just thinking about everyone’s safety. Rest assured, no matter what demon appears, I will stand in front of you, protecting you with my life."

Hearing Bu Chen’s consolation, Wang Caiwei felt slightly better and gradually stopped sobbing. She then directed all her grievances at Ling Feng and coldly said, "That stinky beggar is so alarmist. He’s up to no good!"

"Yeah, yeah, everything Caiwei sister says is right, hehe!"

Bu Chen gently stroked the back of Wang Caiwei’s head, feigning affection in a way that almost made Ling Feng vomit.

Wang Caiwei’s resentment had not subsided, and she was about to scold Ling Feng again, when suddenly, a piercing scream tore through the night sky, entering everyone’s ears.