Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

43: Chapter 043: Sect Leader Serving Tea!

43: Chapter 043: Sect Leader Serving Tea!

Ling Feng had personally escorted Miss Yue Yunlan and her servant out of the Wenxian Sect’s mountain gate and had then returned to Little Bamboo Peak via the original route.

Along the way, whether Outer Sect Disciples, Inner Sect Disciples, and even some Stewards and Elders, the look in their eyes when they saw Ling Feng had changed.

Previously, due to Duanmu Qingshan’s influence, they had all treated him with respect but kept their distance.

Now, it seemed Ling Feng had a rather good relationship with the young lady of the Cangqiong Sect; and perhaps even the Sect Leader wouldn’t dare to treat him with slight carelessness!

After learning of this news, the one who was most unwilling to accept it was none other than Yang Wei, the Peak Master of Feixing Peak.

Ling Feng was the one Yang Wei had personally sent to Duanmu Qingshan’s side.

Not only had he sent away a talent, but now he had even connected with a young lady with such a profound background as Yue Yunlan.

At the moment, the Sect Leader of Wenxian had gathered Yang Wei, Lee Liang, and other Elders, as well as trusted disciples like Yun Zheng, inside the Main Peak Hall, all with somewhat somber expressions on their faces.

“Master Sect Leader, Ling Feng has already sent Miss Yue down the mountain,” a disciple rushed into the hall and reported loudly.

“Good, go and call Ling Feng here — tell him the Sect Leader has requested his presence and that he should hurry!” Lin Canglang said with a solemn face.

“Yes!”

The messenger disciple dared not delay and turned about hastily, exiting the great hall in search of Ling Feng’s whereabouts.

“This Ling Feng…” Lin Canglang took a deep breath, his eyebrows deeply furrowed.

He had originally planned on using Ling Feng to get hold of Duanmu Qingshan’s Sword Manual and then have him die from the poison, buried without a trace.

But now, Ling Feng had gotten involved with the young lady of the Cangqiong Sect.

If Ling Feng were to die within the Wenxian Sect, when the anger of the Cangqiong Sect Master’s daughter fell upon Wenxian Sect, it would undoubtedly be a catastrophe.

“Ling Feng is just secondary, at least he is considered one of us,” Lee Liang narrowed his eyes and said calmly: “It’s that Miss Yue, it seems she has some business with Duanmu Qingshan.

If these two join forces, then we are really doomed!”

“Hmph, Duanmu Qingshan, that old scoundrel, is just like a rock in a dung pit — smelly and hard!

With his temperament, if there’s a day when he can turn the tables, none of us will have a good end!” Yang Wei slammed the tea table beside him, roaring, “I say, we should march up to Little Bamboo Peak right now and slaughter that old scoundrel together!

If worst comes to worst, we’ll just remain anonymous.

With the abilities of our brothers, even if we became bandits in the mountains, we could live a carefree and happy life!”

“Nonsense!” Lin Canglang glared at Yang Wei, “The situation isn’t clear yet.

Is it not foolish to create chaos among ourselves now?”

“Indeed, Brother Sect Leader is right,” Lee Liang stroked his goatee and said lightly: “Things haven’t escalated to that extent.

After all, it’s the domestic affair of our Asking Immortal Sect, and the Cangqiong Sect shouldn’t interfere.

It’s better to first find out the situation from Ling Feng and then make plans.”

“Hmm,” Lin Canglang nodded slightly, then turned to look at Yun Zheng, his true disciple, with a trace of disappointment in his eyes.

He had originally thought that with this disciple, his sect could soar to great heights.

But this Yun Zheng turned out to be nothing more than a embroidered pillow, completely failing to catch the favorable attention of the young lady of the Cangqiong Sect.

Feeling Lin Canglang’s gaze, Yun Zheng’s heart trembled, and he shrank his neck back, a look of humiliation on his face.

For a time, the hall fell into silence, everyone quietly waiting for Ling Feng’s arrival.

It was indeed an odd affair for the leader of a sect to wait here patiently for an Inner Sect Disciple.

Roughly after half an hour, two figures approached outside the great hall.

Leading the way was the messenger disciple, and right behind him, dressed in a beast skin vest, was someone who looked more like a hunter from the jungles than an Immortal Sect disciple — quite out of place.

Ling Feng had been stopped halfway back to Little Bamboo Peak by the messenger disciple, who had said the Sect Leader sent for him.

Ling Feng had already anticipated that Lin Canglang would not be able to keep still.

Thus, he was not at all surprised.

He dawdled along the way, taking nearly half an hour, finally arriving belatedly.

He wanted to make them wait a little longer!

Seeing Ling Feng step into the great hall, Lin Canglang immediately stood up from the Sect Leader’s Throne, a broad smile on his face, “Ha ha ha ha, Ling Feng, you’ve come!”

“Damn it!”

Yun Zheng was dumbfounded on the spot.

Was this the same revered Sect Leader Master?

His attitude was practically that of a son seeing his dear old dad!

Lee Liang was quick to react, immediately stepping forward to guide Ling Feng to the first seat on his right, chuckling, “Junior Brother Ling Feng, please, take a seat!”

Yang Wei was somewhat embarrassed, but he still managed to squeeze out an awkward smile and chuckled along.

The few disciples in the Magnetic Condensation Realm sitting in the hall also surrounded Ling Feng with hearty laughs, “Junior Brother Ling Feng, you’ve finally arrived.

I only caught a glimpse of you from a distance in the Outer Sect Plaza earlier, and I thought you were a standout among men, a real dragon among people.

Now, seeing you up close, you’re indeed extraordinary!”

“What do you mean Junior Brother Ling Feng!

By seniority, we should be calling him Senior Ling Feng!”

“Yes, yes, Senior Ling Feng!

Look at my big mouth, I deserve to be smacked, I really do!”

The disciple who spoke last actually smacked himself twice hard on the face.

“Glug.” Yun Zheng swallowed hard.

If Miss Yue had taken an interest in him, he would be the one sitting here today, being revered as an “ancestor” by everyone.

He clenched his fists, attempting to force a smile and join in the flattery.

With a devilish curve on his lips, Ling Feng looked towards Lin Canglang, speaking indifferently, “Sect Leader, you asked for me, what business do we have?”

“Heh, it’s nothing too serious.” Lin Canglang picked up a cup of tea and said with a light smile, “Come, come, you must be tired from the journey, have some tea first.”

“Now that the Sect Leader mentions it, I am feeling a bit thirsty,” Ling Feng accepted the cup, then suddenly frowned, “It’s a bit cold though!”

“Is it?” Lee Liang quickly approached and felt the cup, “It is a little cold.

Let me warm it up for you!”

As he spoke, Lee Liang held the tea cup between his hands, circulating his robust True Qi.

Shortly after, the tea began to simmer lightly and when it emitted a delightful aroma, it was clear that it was indeed top-grade tea.

“Not bad, not bad at all.” Ling Feng took a small sip from the cup.

The Sect Leader serves tea, an Elder heats it!

Such treatment was awesome!

“This tea is good.” Ling Feng put down the cup and stretched in his chair, “Ah, after drinking tea, my legs feel a bit sore.”

“I’ll do it!”

A Main Peak Disciple immediately knelt down and began to massage Ling Feng’s calf, “Senior Ling Feng, my family has a tradition of foot reflexology!”

“No need for you,” Ling Feng’s gaze fixed directly on Yun Zheng.

Pointing at him, he said lightly, “You, come!”

“Me?” Yun Zheng frowned.

He was the true disciple of the Sect Leader, possibly the future Sect Leader of Wenxian Sect, and now he was expected to massage the feet of an Inner Sect Disciple!

“Don’t want to?

It’s okay then!” Ling Feng shook his head, “You know me, when my feet are sore, I tend to get a loose tongue, prone to saying random things, and my memory slips too!”

“You disobedient disciple, will you not come over!” Lin Canglang suddenly stood up and turned back to glare fiercely at Yun Zheng.

A jolt of fear struck Yun Zheng’s heart; his Master always pursued interests above all else.

Even as his close disciple, he knew that in crucial moments, his Master would be the first to sacrifice him, to protect the more valuable pieces.

“I’m coming!

I’m coming!”

Gritting his teeth, Yun Zheng stooped down in front of Ling Feng, reaching out to begin the massage.

However, before his hand even touched Ling Feng’s calf, Ling Feng scrunched his eyebrows and kicked out, sending Yun Zheng flying a good ten meters away and landing in a complete mess!