Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

50: Chapter 050 Jiang Wanqing!

50: Chapter 050 Jiang Wanqing!

The next morning, Ling Feng headed to the Main Peak to find Lee Liang.

Lee Liang naturally was running errands for the Sect Leader, and this smiling tiger praised Ling Feng before delivering the so-called small gift.

It was a Mid Grade Profound Armor, a soft armor worn closely to the body, resistant to swords and knives.

It could even deflect over a thousand jin of force.

During combat, with such armor protecting the body, one could almost say it was like having an extra life.

A map of the trial grounds was also included since Ling Feng was leading the team; naturally, the map was indispensable.

Moreover, this was no ordinary map, as it detailed dangerous locations, growth spots for rare herbs, and various demon distribution areas.

The routes on the map had been carefully selected by Lee Liang to ensure a path that was both safe and likely to yield great rewards.

In essence, by having Ling Feng lead the team, it was almost like allowing him to establish his prestige within the sect and also to harvest those precious spirit flowers and herbs along the way; it was an absolutely enviable assignment!

The underlying intention of currying favor was clear without being explicitly stated: as long as you faithfully serve us, more such benefits will be yours for the asking!

Of course, there was one more thing.

The antidote for the Golden Silkworm Gu Poison!

A month had passed, and Lin Canglang had purposely delayed a few days before giving the antidote to Ling Feng, intending to let him suffer for a few days as a reminder that his life was in the hands of the sect.

What he didn’t know was that the Golden Silkworm Gu Poison in Ling Feng’s body had long been neutralized.

In fact, every time he took the antidote, he had to find a way to expel the medicinal properties of the antidote.

As medicine is intrinsically toxic, the antidote that could relieve the toxicity of the Golden Silkworm Gu Poison was itself a potent poison.

For Ling Feng, who was not poisoned, taking the antidote was a true ordeal.

Still, he had to pretend to be desperate for it and swallowed the antidote whole.

…

Time flew, and the three-day deadline had arrived.

On the third day, as the sun rose, over a hundred newly admitted Inner Sect Disciples had already gathered in the Martial Arts Square of the Wenxian Sect’s Inner Sect, forming ten neat lines and standing orderly on the square.

They had been inducted into the Inner Sect for several months, with the longest being half a year and the shortest one or two months.

Therefore, the sect arranged their first outer trial mission.

As a sect disciple, it was far from enough to only spar and cultivate within the sect!

They must endure the baptism of blood and the tempering of combat to transform into true Martial Artists.

These young faces, each filled with a look of anticipation in their eyes, were the fresh blood of the Wenxian Sect.

Before them all, Lee Liang stood with his hands behind his back, his expression serious, as he began to give a speech.

“The sect needs disciples with spirit.

A cultivator’s sword must be cleansed with fresh blood to truly reveal its sharpness!”

Lee Liang’s words were highly motivating, stirring the blood of all disciples; their eyes shimmered with determination and filled with fighting spirit.

In front of nine out of the ten teams stood two slightly older disciples, each with a majestic aura and cultivation evidently at the Early-Stage Pulse Condensation Realm.

Their eyes carried a hint of amusement.

Seeing these young faces, they couldn’t help but think back to their own beginnings, seemingly also coaxed in the same manner.

However, the leader of the sixth team was the only one there, a woman clad in purple clothes, her brows slightly furrowed as she occasionally glanced toward the western side of the Martial Arts Square, as if waiting for something.

Lee Liang had just finished a round of inspiring rhetoric when he also turned his head westward, muttering to himself, “Damn it, why hasn’t that kid arrived yet!”

As he was speaking, he saw in the distance, a young man in a white robe with an inky black treasure sword on his back, walking slowly toward them.

His pace seemed slow, yet in the blink of an eye, he had approached quite close.

“Sorry, I’m a bit late,” Ling Feng stopped in the distance.

Because of collecting Stone Marrow Flower Dew for Duanmu Qingshan, he had arrived slightly late.

“Ha ha, it doesn’t matter.”

Lee Liang seemed very patient, smiling faintly.

Little did he know, if it weren’t for the fact that it was Ling Feng, Lee Liang would have already lost his temper.

“Get in line quickly.

You’ll be leading the sixth squad, and your co-leader is the disciple of Senior Sister Yun from Yunxiu Peak, Jiang Wanqing.”

Ling Feng glanced at the crowd, silently reflecting that if he hadn’t been mistakenly assigned to Duanmu Qingshan’s lineage, he might well have been one of the “novices” himself.

His gaze shifted to the sixth team; each squad had about ten people.

Su Hongxiu, who had sent him the message that day, was also among them.

As for the purple-clothed female leader Jiang Wanqing, Ling Feng took a few looks.

She was indeed beautiful, with a tall figure, especially her long legs!

Moreover, being in her twenties and already a Martial Artist in the Magnetic Condensation Realm, she clearly possessed outstanding talent.

Jiang Wanqing had obviously heard of Ling Feng’s reputation, but she was not at all enthusiastic about this guy who had caused everyone to wait in the cold wind right before departure.

Relying on his bit of fame, making everyone wait for so long, how conceited!

Seeing Ling Feng appraising her, she met his gaze with a hint of provocation.

Her looks carried the undertone of: Although I’m in the same team as you, you better not mess with me!

In her view, no matter how powerful Ling Feng was, at best, he was only arrogant in the Qi Condensation Realm.

She was in the Magnetic Condensation Realm, and even at its early stages, she could easily suppress Ling Feng.

Ling Feng shrugged his shoulders, ignoring Jiang Wanqing’s provocation and slowly walked next to her.

The duration of this training was seven days, and Ling Feng had prepared enough medicine for Duanmu Qingshan.

Once he returned, he could administer the final acupuncture to Duanmu Qingshan.

Before long, Duanmu Qingshan would fully recover.

Seeing Ling Feng join the team, Lee Liang nodded and shouted, “Alright, I’ve said everything that needs to be said.

Now, team leaders, lead your members and set out!”

The training event finally began amid the rookies’ nervousness and excitement.

There were ten teams going out for this training, and naturally, there was a certain competition involved.

The rules were simple.

Whichever team managed to kill more demons and collect more spirit flowers and herbs would naturally be the victorious one.

Upon return, each person could choose a mid-grade Yellow Level Martial Technique.

And there were considerable rewards for the team leaders as well.

However, Lee Liang had secretly given Ling Feng the best route map beforehand.

It could be said that the team led by Ling Feng would find it hard not to win.

“Let’s go!”

Jiang Wanqing didn’t even glance at Ling Feng and, with a wave of her jade hand, she motioned to take her disciples into action.

Unfortunately, her words clearly didn’t have much effect; everyone was looking at Ling Feng, waiting for him to give the orders.

Only a few male disciples who were smitten by Jiang Wanqing’s beauty followed her a few steps, but seeing that the bulk of the group was unmoving, they quickly retreated.

“Let’s go!”

Ling Feng shrugged his shoulders and said lightly.

Everyone immediately followed behind him, not daring to fall behind.

Ling Feng raised his eyebrows.

It seemed that in the hearts of these Inner Sect Disciples, his influence was still quite substantial.

In fact, it wasn’t so much about Ling Feng’s status, but rather his reputation was vast, and his infamy even greater.

When it came to killing, he was decisive and efficient.

Who would dare to provoke such an Evil God?

“Damn it!” Jiang Wanqing’s face showed a wave of embarrassment; no one was listening to her!

She stomped her foot in irritation, clenched her silver teeth, and could only follow along, cursing in her heart: Damned Ling Feng, remember this, Granny won’t let you off easily!