Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

73: Chapter 073: Cangqiong Mountain, Cangqiong Sect!

73: Chapter 073: Cangqiong Mountain, Cangqiong Sect!

Wen Tingguang intended to take Ling Feng to a place surprisingly far away.

At the beginning, Ling Feng activated his Qinling Light Wings and could barely keep up with Wen Tingguang, but after half a day, the True Qi in his body was nearly depleted, and he could no longer drive his Qinling Light Wings.

“Kid, you are quite stubborn,” Wen Tingguang, who had been glancing back at Ling Feng now and then, wanted to see how long this Qi Condensation Realm youngster could fly.

However, Ling Feng’s endurance far exceeded his expectations.

Seeing Ling Feng’s face turn red with the strain and his breath heaving, Wen Tingguang flashed to Ling Feng’s side and burst into laughter, “So, you wouldn’t refuse my help now, would you?”

Ling Feng, exhausted yet still willing, could only nod, “I’m grateful for your assistance, senior.”

Wen Tingguang raised an eyebrow, grabbed Ling Feng’s shoulder, and said with a faint smile, “Kid, it’s time to accelerate!”

Before the words even fell, Wen Tingguang took hold of Ling Feng, and their speed suddenly soared.

The wind howled past their ears, and the scenery swiftly receded as if the stars were shifting and everything was rapidly changing.

Only then did Ling Feng realize that Wen Tingguang had been accommodating him all this time.

Ling Feng took a deep breath and asked, “Where are we going, senior?

Can you at least tell me now?”

“To the Emperor’s North Suburb, Cangqiong Mountain!”

“Cangqiong Mountain?” Ling Feng was stunned, as he had never heard of this name.

But he did remember that Yue Yunlan seemed to be the young mistress of the Cangqiong Sect.

Cangqiong Mountain, Cangqiong Sect—could there be a connection?

If Wen Tingguang knew what Ling Feng was thinking at that moment, he would probably spurt out a mouthful of blood.

To come across someone so ignorant in this world that they wouldn’t even recognize the name Cangqiong Mountain.

Naturally, Cangqiong Mountain is the mountain gate of the Cangqiong Sect.

Otherwise, within the Sky White Empire, which other mountain would dare to use the name “Cangqiong?”

As the National Guardian Divine Sect, the Cangqiong Sect’s strength was indisputably powerful.

Moreover, with the Cangqiong Sect in command of the Empire’s Divine Guard Camp and holding the supreme divine authority of the Empire, they were simply not comparable to ordinary sects and aristocratic families.

It turns out that Wen Tingguang was a trusted confidant by the Cangqiong Sect Leader, secretly searching far and wide for skilled doctors and effective medicines.

Coincidentally, Yue Yunlan was also seeking various Daoist Doctor leads to treat her father’s illness, and both somehow ended up contacting Ling Feng.

It truly was a serendipitous turn of events!

…

Wen Tingguang brought Ling Feng across a full seven commanderies, traveling day and night without stopping.

Even so, it took Wen Tingguang a total of three days and three nights of flying before they finally arrived at the Emperor’s North Suburb.

Speaking of the North Suburb, it was not some desolate wilderness but a very large and majestic city.

The Imperial City of the Sky White Empire was already immensely vast, comparable to several commanderies, and outside the Imperial City, there were several large ancient cities that had been around for a millennium, all controlled by the powerful families with real authority within the Imperial City.

To the north of the North Suburb, about three hundred li away, there was a Holy Mountain abundant with nature’s spiritual energy.

That was their destination for this trip, Cangqiong Mountain.

The perimeter of Cangqiong Mountain was heavily guarded, and even the ordinary gate-keeping disciples were at the Seventh Level of Qi Condensation or above.

Such martial artists at the Asking Immortal Sect were qualified to be Inner Sect Disciples, and their status was quite high.

In a short while, Wen Tingguang brought Ling Feng to land outside the mountain gate, still several kilometers away from Cangqiong Mountain where sentry posts had already been set up.

“Who goes there!”

The Mountain Guarding Disciples were on high alert.

When they saw two figures descending, they immediately stepped forward to inquire, with an imposing demeanor that vaguely conveyed pride in coming from a Major Sect.

Wen Tingguang took out a Token from his sleeve and flashed it in front of the Mountain Guarding Disciples, saying indifferently, “Can I go in now?”

“Turns out it’s Elder Wen, please come in!”

Upon seeing Wen Tingguang’s Identity Token, the Mountain Guarding Disciples immediately became incredibly respectful, nodding and bowing, showing utmost courtesy.

“Hm.” Wen Tingguang nodded slightly, then looked back at Ling Feng and said, “Let’s go.”

Ling Feng narrowed his eyes and followed behind Wen Tingguang, feeling somewhat puzzled in his heart.

Wen Tingguang obviously held a high position in the Cangqiong Sect, and someone whom Wen Tingguang referred to as “a major figure”—what kind of prestigious identity did they possess?

Such a character’s strength had probably reached a level beyond his imagination.

“If such an expert is suffering from mere cuts and stab wounds, they wouldn’t need to seek medical treatment.

It seems this patient’s condition is quite troublesome,” Ling Feng thought to himself.

Martial Artists strive for Heavenly Resistance, yearning to overcome the shackles of mortal ailments and lifespan.

Thus, the more profound one’s cultivation, the stronger their internal organs, seldom afflicted by illness.

Of course, once they fell ill, it was likely to be a very serious disease.

Wen Tingguang saw Ling Feng looking concerned, turned his head and smiled, “Kid, you shouldn’t feel any psychological burden.

Although I did say last time that if you fail to cure that important person, I would disable your hands, that was just to scare you.

If the treatment is successful, that’d be for the best, and if it’s not…”

Wen Tingguang sighed, “It would be best if you could cure them, though…”

“I will do my best.” Hearing Wen Tingguang’s words, Ling Feng let out a sigh of relief.

On the other hand, he was quite curious about what strange illness could be so difficult to cure.

Having passed the Mountain Guarding Disciples, Ling Feng saw a giant sword-shaped stele standing in the center of the mountain gate.

The stele was emblazoned with the characters “Cangqiong Sect” written in the flamboyant style of Dragon Flying Phoenix Dance.

“Cangqiong Sect?” Ling Feng’s eyes twitched, internally surprised, “It’s actually the Cangqiong Sect…”

Ling Feng could not help but smile bitterly, wondering if the person Wen Tingguang wanted him to treat was indeed the same one Yue Yunlan had asked him to attend to.

…

They proceeded until they finally stopped in front of a pavilion floating in midair.

Ling Feng focused his gaze and saw that beneath the levitating pavilion stood six golden jade pillars, which appeared to be part of some arcane Ancient Formation, channeling the surging Heavenly Vault Qi together.

Around the pavilion, every thirty-three Zhang there seemed to be a similar structure, floating in midair.

There were a total of forty-nine such pavilions, seemingly forming an alignment reminiscent of constellations.

These forty-nine pavilions were also arranged in another mysterious Array pattern, with an energy surpassing the Milky Way, as ferocious as dragons and tigers!

Not only that, there was a similar layout in each of the four directions: east, west, south, and north.

Each of these directions was uniquely configured, and such a delicate design, such a grand construction, it was unfathomable how much effort from renowned Array Refining Masters was spent before its final completion.

“Such grandeur!” Ling Feng couldn’t help but exclaim.

Compared to this, even the Wenxian Sect’s main hall wouldn’t hold a candle to any of these pavilions.

Wen Tingguang, accustomed to such sights, wasn’t too impressed and inwardly chuckled at the naivety of the boy.

He raised his eyebrows and interrupted Ling Feng’s marveling, saying, “All right, let’s go inside!”

“Hm.” Taking a deep breath, Ling Feng could vaguely guess the eminent status of the person inside.

However, no matter who it was, if they had asked for him to treat their illness, they were merely a patient to him.

In his eyes, the lives of all patients were the same; there was no distinction between high and low, noble and common.