Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

Chapter 227: Chapter 227 Clumsy Birds Take Off Early!

In the blink of an eye, the new batch of Yellow Character Disciples joined the Heavenly Position Academy, and their first month had already passed.

The Yellow Character Disciples from the Five Academies gradually got accustomed to life within the Heavenly Position Academy—busy, toilsome, yet fulfilling.

It is worth mentioning that after Su Qing Xuan’s ”sick visit,” Ling Feng truly never missed her Empire History class again, and even seemed to develop a keen interest in the history of the Empire.

As the ancients said, one can use bronze as a mirror to straighten one’s clothes and hat, use others as a mirror to understand right and wrong, and use history as a mirror to comprehend the rise and fall of things.

The content of Empire History, which covered the evolution of the Empire, the rise and fall of families, and the prosperity and decline of sects, was, in fact, quite useful information for Ling Feng, who had become the Sect Leader of a faction at such a young age.

Of course, as one month went by, the originally similar levels of cultivation amongst the new Yellow Character Disciples began to diverge, and this gap continued to widen.

Under the night sky, Ling Feng sat by the window, drawing in Spiritual Energy with the capabilities of his Human Dao Eye.

After sixty breaths, Ling Feng exhaled a breath of stale air, and the meridians within his body had broken through to the Six Meridian level since he first joined the Heavenly Position Academy.

”Sixth Level of the Pulse Condensation Realm, plus the Eight-direction Breaking Profound Sword Technique taught by Elder Yan, and two moves from the Heavenly Punishment Sword Technique!”

A smile curved on the corner of Ling Feng’s mouth. With his current strength, if he unlocked the Mixed Element Energy Lock, it seemed he could already go head-to-head with practitioners at the Fifth or even Sixth Level of the Origin Transformation Realm.

But he wondered if he could reach the heights of Goo Tengfeng.

Strangely enough, ever since that day in the cafeteria, Goo Tengfeng had not appeared again, and not just him, even He Zhongjie hadn’t troubled him further.

However, A-class Disciples typically wouldn’t stay long in the academy. Instead, they would undertake various tasks to exchange for cultivation materials and strive for higher levels.

It wasn’t surprising that they had temporarily left the academy.

Getting up slowly, he pushed open the door of his room.

Under the moonlight, a man with bare torso was practicing his Fist Technique in the yard.

One could guess without even thinking that he was Jiang Xiaofan.

Jiang Xiaofan had entered Heavenly Position Academy purely through perseverance; his talents were much inferior compared to the other students, but he was definitely the most diligent among them.

Where talent fell short, he made up for with hard work.

Ling Feng often saw Jiang Xiaofan, this fellow, practicing his Fist Technique and swordsmanship late into the night.

”Xiao Fan, don’t overdo it,” Ling Feng walked over to Jiang Xiaofan, raised his hand to block Jiang Xiaofan’s elbow strike, and said with a light smile, ”Why aren’t you resting?”

”Heh, big brother,” the simple and honest Jiang Xiaofan grinned, showing his teeth, ”I’m a slow learner, and I never seem to get it right.”

”Who said you’re slow? You just haven’t had your moment of enlightenment yet,” Ling Feng nudged with his mouth, saying softly, ”You work harder than anyone else, and everyone can see that.”

”My dad always said, ’A slow bird has to start flying early!’” Jiang Xiaofan scratched the back of his head and giggled.

”In this world, so many strong people have been late bloomers. As long as you don’t lose heart and improve every day, you’ll definitely not be worse than those so-called talents in the future,” Ling Feng patted Jiang Xiaofan’s shoulder, ”Wherever you don’t understand, I’ll help you break it down.”

”Yeah!” Jiang Xiaofan was inwardly grateful; having a big brother like Ling Feng was enough to die without regrets.

Whooooosh...

The sound of Fist Techniques filled the air, and under the cloak of night, the diligent figures of the two youths appeared exceptionally serene at that moment.

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The next day, at the East Courtyard Martial Arts Arena.

”You little rascals, counting the days, it’s also been a month since you arrived, right? Today, it’s about time to assess your training outcomes and see if you’ve just been freeloading for the past month!”

Devil Instructor Leng Jianfeng stood on the stage with a smug face. After a month, everyone had witnessed his talent for venomous remarks; his ability to mock others was unmatched in the world!

”Instructor Leng, we haven’t been freeloading! I’ve managed to unlock two meridians this month!”

A muscular man with a tall build burst into laughter. When this guy first arrived, he was at the Fifth Level of the Magnetic Condensation Realm, but now he had reached the Seventh Level. Advancing two levels in a month was definitely a notable accomplishment.

”Lee Erdan, you’re quite the show-off, aren’t you!” Leng Jianfeng beckoned with his finger and sneered, ”Come up here, you! Get your ass up here!”

The youth referred to as ”Lee Erdan” grimaced and said, ”Instructor Leng, my name is Lee Erdan, not Lee Erdan.”

”What’s the difference between Lee Erdan and Lee Erdan? It’s all the same to me!” Leng Jianfeng said, picking his ear with a rascally expression, ”I told you to come up. Didn’t you hear me?”

Lee Erdan dared not disobey the Devil Instructor and leaped onto the platform, asking somewhat timidly, ”Instructor Leng, what would you like to do?”

Leng Jianfeng glanced sideways and swept a look at Ling Feng, ”Ling Feng! You come up too!”

”Yes!”

With a fist salute, Ling Feng also sprang onto the platform.

”Starting today, I’m going to select a dozen or two elite students from among you little rascals for the second phase of training. As for the rest of you, well, you can only wait for your chance next month!”

Leng Jianfeng raised an eyebrow and smirked, ”Lee Erdan, you said you’ve made great progress, didn’t you? If you can withstand three punches from Ling Feng, I’ll give you a spot!”

”What?” Lee Erdan was immediately terrified, his face turning ashen, ”Instructor Leng, you may not know, but even the A-class Disciples were beaten to a pulp by the Chief, I... I can’t do it!”

”Cut the crap, so you want me to test you?” Leng Jianfeng swung his fist, clearly with no good intentions.

Lee Erdan was so frightened he nearly went from Erdan to a lone dan. If Leng Jianfeng made a move, would he not end up skinned alive?

”Psht! A man should never say he can’t!” Leng Jianfeng looked down on Lee Erdan contemptuously, then said to Ling Feng, ”Kid, you should probably suppress your strength to around the Solidification Ten Layers, can you do that?”

”I can,” Ling Feng nodded lightly and answered.

”Did you hear that? Do you want to give it a try?” Leng Jianfeng let out a chuckle and looked at Lee Erdan with a tempting gaze.

”No... No, thank you.” Lee Erdan, seeing Ling Feng, felt his legs soften. How could he dare to battle with Ling Feng?

”See, I’m not the one refusing you a chance! Off you go!”

Leng Jianfeng curled his lip and scanned over the crowd, saying nonchalantly, ”The first spot goes to Ling Feng, no objections, right?”

”No objections!” The response from below was very uniform.

”Hmm!” Leng Jianfeng nodded, then pointed out several individuals from the crowd, ”You! You! You! You!... You guys, you’re all selected too! Come on up!”

The chosen youths couldn’t contain their excitement, happily leaping onto the platform.

Jiang Xiaofan stood stunned in place, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Because Devil Instructor Leng Jianfeng had actually chosen him too!