Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique
Chapter 603: What’s the rush, dog? (1 more)

Chapter 603: Chapter 603: What’s the rush, dog? (1 more)

"All... All Attributes!"

Tuoba Cheng and Tuoba Longchuan were momentarily struck dumb, their eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

In the history of the Sky Strategy Clan, there had never been anyone who possessed more than three Primordial Attributes at the same time, and Ling Feng—his twelve-colored crystal lit up entirely, and that level of luminosity, each one was a top-grade attribute blessed by the heavens!

After all, even within the fire attribute, there were strengths and weaknesses, but Ling Feng’s Primordial Attributes were absolutely impeccable, each and every one!

That dazzling radiance quickly alerted the nearby Sky Strategy Clanspeople, who looked up at the sky, even thinking that a divine miracle had descended.

"My heavens, is that person the Prophetic Son brought back by Tuoba Cheng? Isn’t he an outsider? How can he resonate with the Awakening Spirit Device?"

"You don’t know yet? He is the very person who brought back our clan’s Holy Object, the ’Heavenly Strategy Treasure’. He’s not only the Prophetic Son but also the new Holy Master of our clan!"

"Wow, so he’s the Holy Master, no wonder he’s so amazing!"

Tuoba Cheng swallowed hard and quickly told Ling Feng to withdraw his hand, the corners of his mouth twitching, "Master, please retract your Divine Skills. It’s too scary!"

"..."

Ling Feng touched his nose, "With abilities like mine, what Magic should I learn?"

"Any Magic!"

Tuoba Cheng blinked, in his eyes, Ling Feng’s abilities had almost reached the level of a so-called "god."

"Master, just go straight to the third floor and have a look. With your all-attribute talent, you can learn any kind of Magic up there without any restrictions."

"Is that so?" Ling Feng touched his nose again, "Okay then, I won’t be shy."

As they say, one cannot have too many skills, and since he had acquired a Magic Treasure like the ’Heavenly Strategy Treasure’, not learning some Heavenly Technique would simply be a waste.

Wasting is shameful!

...

Time flew by.

Two days passed in a flash, and soon, it was the Ancestor Sacrifice Day.

Early in the morning, everyone in the Sky Strategy Clan, from top to bottom, seemed to become particularly excited.

Unlike previous years, this year’s Ancestor Sacrifice Day was also the time when the Imperial Mausoleum was to be reopened, in accordance with the prophecy: when the Emperor Tomb reopens, the Great Emperor will return.

This also meant that the Sky Strategy Clan no longer needed to hide in Wangduan Mountain and could regain its former glory.

How could the clanspeople not be thrilled?

During these two days, Ling Feng had read through a large amount of Heavenly Technique Magic. With his ’Emperor’s Eye’s ability to defy the heavens, he could basically learn any attribute Magic swiftly, but the power he could unleash was quite limited.

This was not to say that the Heavenly Technique was not strong, but rather the Heavenly Strategy Power within Ling Feng was too weak. The Heavenly Technique he could utilize now might have some disruptive effects and could be somewhat useful against opponents at the Origin Transformation Realm level, but against enemies at the Divine Origin Realm level, the effect was quite limited.

After all, the power of the Heavenly Technique had almost nothing to do with the True Qi inside him. Ling Feng could execute these Magic entirely with the Heavenly Strategy Power that seeped out from the ’Heavenly Strategy Treasure’, which was quite an achievement.

Of course, this was merely Ling Feng’s dissatisfaction; Tuoba Cheng, on the other hand, was dying of envy. To have the power of the Origin Transformation Realm level after only two days of practicing Heavenly Technique Magic was an exaggeration, to say the least!

However, what Ling Feng could not understand was that although he had practiced the Heavenly Technique Magic, apart from some offensive Magic, he could not perform any other techniques, such as the Heavenly Mechanism Calculation or predicting the future. He was unable to sense what was referred to as the Heavenly Mechanism, let alone deduce or predict anything.

Ling Feng was not alone in his confusion; even the Great Elder couldn’t figure it out. Ultimately, they could only guess that perhaps Ling Feng, not being from the Sky Strategy Clan, did not possess the talent to peer into the Heavenly Mechanism.

Ling Feng wasn’t really disappointed about this; instead, he felt a slight sense of relief. After all, the consequence of prying into the Heavenly Mechanism was the reduction of one’s lifespan, and although he could share vitality with Zi Feng, once that lifespan was exhausted, all the remaining vitality would be in vain, no matter how abundant.

The day of the Ancestor Sacrifice had arrived, and the Great Elder had invited Ling Feng to the main hall early in the morning. After briefly instructing him, they set off for the Imperial Mausoleum in the back mountain.

Upon arrival at the Imperial Mausoleum, they found Elder Heiyu and Tuoba Yan already there, accompanied by over a hundred elite clan members. And there, among them, was Qingling Hermit Lee Qingling, conspicuously mingling.

"Tuoba Ce, being old really does make you useless, doesn’t it!" Elder Heiyu snorted lightly upon seeing the Great Elder approach with the clan members, obviously very reluctant to cooperate with the Great Elder.

In fact, having arrived early at the Imperial Mausoleum with Tuoba Yan, he had already allowed Tuoba Yan to try to open the mausoleum on her own. Unfortunately, with only her strength, she was never able to stir the tomb chamber in the slightest.

"Unimportant words might as well not be spoken."

The Great Elder methodically had his people line up, and the more anxious Elder Heiyu became, the more composed and deliberate the Great Elder was, irritating Elder Heiyu considerably.

"Hmph, you old fart!"

Elder Heiyu clenched his fists tightly, a glint of killing intent flashing in his eyes, but he quickly restrained himself.

Although he did not know how Ling Feng had treated the Great Elder, from the battle two days before, the Great Elder still overwhelmed him in power.

Finally, Ling Feng stepped out from the crowd, and Elder Heiyu snorted, gritting his teeth as he said, "Boy, quickly open the Imperial Mausoleum with Yan’er!"

"Oh?" Ling Feng let out a cold laugh, "Elder Heiyu, if I remember correctly, I believe I am the Heavenly Strategy Saint. As one of the Ten Great Clan Elders, you are a Tribute to the Saint. When did it become the Tribute’s place to issue orders to their master?"

"You!" Murderous intent flared in Elder Heiyu’s eyes. This boy really considered himself a Saint!

Yet Ling Feng was utterly fearless, scolding without any courtesy, "A master commands the dog, not the other way around. The master hasn’t spoken yet; what’s the rush, dog?"

Elder Heiyu was so angry that his teeth grated, ringing like crunching steel, but he ultimately still did not dare affront the authority of the "Holy Master," and with a sweep of his sleeve, he remained silent.

"Elder Heiyu, don’t misunderstand, I’m not saying you are a dog."

Ling Feng quickly waved his hand, chuckling, "Because that would be an insult to dogs!"

At these words, Elder Heiyu trembled with rage, and the other Sky Strategy Clan elders, including the Great Elder, couldn’t help but gasp.

This kid sure had guts!

Elder Heiyu took several deep breaths before managing to suppress the urge to kill Ling Feng on the spot. Grinding his teeth, he uttered word by word, "Your subordinate acknowledges his mistake! Please, Holy Master, open the Imperial Mausoleum!"

"Hm, that’s more like the attitude a servant should have."

Ling Feng shrugged his shoulders and turned his gaze towards Tuoba Yan, saying lightly with a smile, "Miss Tuoba, don’t you agree?"

Tuoba Yan didn’t pay any heed to Ling Feng, her expression from start to finish cold as an ice mountain that millennia could not thaw; only her red lips lightly opened, softly stating, "Open the Imperial Mausoleum."

"This woman! Humph, humph!"

Ling Feng narrowed his eyes, a hint of coldness flashing within.

Although Tuoba Yan’s voice lacked even the slightest emotional fluctuation, Ling Feng could still sense a trace of killing intent.

Regardless, Ling Feng also harbored Slaughter Sword Intent; if he couldn’t even perceive killing intent, then he truly deserved to die.

"If you wish to kill me, then prepare to be killed in return!"

Ling Feng sneered inwardly. Since they were enemies, there was no place for mercy or cherishing beauty.