Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

Chapter 1108: Chapter 1109: A Good Show! (Third Update)

The eerie sound suddenly ripples through the depths of the cave mansion.

Lin Canglang takes out an ancient zither, channeling the power of sound waves to merge with the Heavenly Demon Forgetfulness Curse. The sound wave, invisible, penetrates through the stone gate and quickly flows into the stone chamber, pouring into Ling Feng’s mind.

If Ling Feng truly had no awareness, the force of the Heavenly Demon Forgetfulness Curse would have stimulated the Gu curse marks in his Sea of Consciousness in an instant. It might not take long before he would completely lose himself.

After all, the Sea of Consciousness is the most vulnerable place for a martial artist. Those marks lurking in the Sea of Consciousness are like hidden mines; once activated, they are impossible to control.

However, Lin Canglang’s scheme was destined to collapse from the very start!

”Ugh...”

Ling Feng groans, suddenly clutching his head, crying out in pain. He overturns a teacup on the table and even pushes over the stone table, plunging into madness within the stone chamber and appearing to be in immense agony.

The commotion naturally wakes Lin Xian’er. Seeing Ling Feng’s condition, she immediately rushes forward to hold him, expressing deep concern, ”Ling Feng, what happened to you? Why did you suddenly become like this?”

Yet Ling Feng continues to howl frantically, like a wild beast. The elemental power emanating from his body violently sends Lin Xian’er flying.

”Pfft...”

Lin Xian’er spits out a mouthful of fresh blood, staring at Ling Feng in utter disbelief, tears streaming down her face, ”Ling Feng, what’s wrong? Don’t scare me!”

Outside the stone chamber, Lin Canglang and the Blood Sword Heavenly Monarch burst into sinister laughter.

”Hahaha, it’s done! No matter how exceptional Ling Feng might be, he is merely a small Divine Origin Realm. How could he resist the power of the Corpse Poisonous Insect Curse!”

Lin Canglang madly plucks the zither strings, the music driven by the Heavenly Demon Forgetfulness Curse relentlessly echoing. It’s not just Ling Feng, who is afflicted by the Corpse Poisonous Insect Curse; even the Blood Sword Heavenly Monarch feels a sense of oppression, an unsettling irritation intrudes his mind, seemingly provoking his killing intent.

This zither music intrinsically is a tool for controlling one’s mind, coupled with the Corpse Poisonous Insect Curse. It’s foolproof!

Sure enough, as the zither music becomes increasingly urgent, Ling Feng’s state grows more violent. His eyes become blood-red, and he begins to insanely demolish everything around him.

In fact, Ling Feng is indeed resisting those remaining Gu curse marks in his mind. Even though he had been very cautious, allowing only ten marks left by the Spiritual Thought Body of Sky White Emperor’s Dharma Form for self-counterbalance, the desire for slaughter is almost insurmountable.

One can only imagine if thousands upon thousands of Corpse Poisonous Insect Curses erupted simultaneously, he might already be a puppet for Lin Canglang!

”Kill!”

Pretending thoroughly, Ling Feng, though has gradually suppressed those Gu curse marks, his expression becomes even more frenzied. He strikes out directly, blasting a big hole in the stone chamber wall.

Lin Xian’er steps forward attempting to stop Ling Feng, but ends up being seized by the neck and brutally thrown away.

”Pfft!”

Lin Xian’er heavily crashes into the wall, spewing a mouthful of fresh blood, fainting instantly.

”Kill!—”

Ling Feng’s eyes resemble a blood spring, his frenzied killing intent is almost chilling.

”Heh, indeed already become heartless and unstable!”

Lin Canglang, seeing Ling Feng even aiming to kill Lin Xian’er, reveals a satisfied grin.

The Ling Feng of the past, it could be said, is dead. Under the control of the Gu curse marks, Ling Feng will forevermore become his most devoted lackey!

The zither music alters, and the rampaging Ling Feng gradually calms down. However, his gaze turns void, mechanically walking towards Lin Canglang, bowing deeply, ”Master...”

Lin Canglang frowns slightly, ”Something’s not quite right. The Corpse Poisonous Insect Curse, though able to control the mind, shouldn’t make someone so stiff and dull.”

Ling Feng internally laments: Did I overact?

Just as Ling Feng feels somewhat at a loss, the Blood Sword Heavenly Monarch remarks, ”This kid is merely at the Divine Origin Realm. Such weight of curses was meant to contend with the Demon Emperor, hence little influence. But this kid probably couldn’t bear the force, turning into an idiot.”

Lin Canglang ponders for a moment, then nods, ”Makes sense, it’s the first use of Corpse Poisonous Insect Curse for me, the actual outcome deviates somewhat, it takes as being normal.”

Ling Feng breaths a sigh of relief, looks like he’s managed to get out scot-free.

As for the previous act of attacking Lin Xian’er, though Ling Feng seemed ruthless, he didn’t actually exert much force.

Of course, Lin Canglang’s excessive faith in the Corpse Poisonous Insect Curse plays a part; otherwise, given his craftiness, he might have spotted the flaw in Ling Feng’s performance.

”Heh, Ling Feng, Ling Feng, you still ended up in my hands!”

Lin Canglang grimaces, ”Didn’t you really want to see Old Bastard Duanmu? Well, I’ll fulfill that wish today!”

With that, Lin Canglang claps loudly, calling, ”Come, bring that old ghost from the stone chamber. This reunion drama between mentor and disciple should not be missed!”

”Yes!”

A believer of the Blood God Sect quickly heads to the dungeon, escorting Duanmu Qingshan up.

Before long, Duanmu Qingshan is brought out under the restraints of the Blood God Sect believers.

Duanmu Qingshan is all covered with whip marks, disheveled hair, eyes vacant, his figure has also thinned to the extremity, resembling a skeleton. No longer does he retain the demeanor of a Wine Immortal, clearly subjected to Lin Canglang’s inhuman treatment.

”Lin Canglang, you beast, you’ll die a miserable death!”

Duanmu Qingshan’s voice is even hoarse, his curses weak.

”Old Bastard Duanmu, same words every day. Don’t you have anything fresh?”

Lin Canglang snickers wickedly, ”Old Bastard, today I’ll let you see someone: your proud disciple, Ling Feng!”

”Ling Feng? Feng’er?”

Duanmu Qingshan suddenly raises his head, roaring in anger, ”You’re lying! There’s no way Feng’er could be in your hands. Impossible! He’ll certainly kill you, rip you to shreds!”

”Tsk-tsk-tsk...”

Lin Canglang shakes his head, laughing, ”Your confidence in your disciple is impressive! Indeed, you took a good disciple. Hearing you fell into my hands, he was incredibly anxious!”

”You... You beast, you devil!”

Duanmu Qingshan sharply curses, but then kicked over by a believer of the Blood God Sect from behind, ”You old thing, how dare you disrespect Lord Sect Envoy?”

”Heh, let him curse, all he has left is his mouth!”

Lin Canglang grins grimly, ”Old Bastard Duanmu, today watch carefully. I’m feeling especially generous today, bringing your disciple to see you!”

”Ling Feng, come, look at your master!”

Lin Canglang beckons to Ling Feng, who steps quickly forward. Seeing Duanmu Qingshan’s state, a fury burns within him, yet his face remains unmoved, as if he no longer recognizes Duanmu Qingshan.

”Feng’er, it’s you, it really is you!”

Upon seeing Ling Feng, Duanmu Qingshan seems to be struck by Thunder Urgency.

Even Ling Feng has fallen into the hands of that devil Lin Canglang. It’s all over, everything is over, there’s no hope left!

”How about it, Old Bastard Duanmu, were you hoping for your good disciple to save you? Unfortunately, your illusion is shattered!”

Lin Canglang gives a cold snort, pointing at Duanmu Qingshan, coldly commanding, ”Ling Feng, swiftly kill this old ghost for me!”