Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

Capítulo 1289: Chapter 1290: The Poor Do Not Accept Charity Meals!

“Stop all of you!”

The voice wasn’t loud, yet it resounded clearly throughout the Immortal Pavilion. In the next moment, an elderly man in a blue robe slowly descended from the upper floor.

The elder was thin and frail, with white hair and beard, but his face bore no wrinkles, giving him an air of immortal grace.

Qin Wuyang and the others saw the elder and quickly bowed in respect, “Greetings, Elder Qing Xuan!”

Yeu Linglong also shrank her neck and timidly said, “Greetings, Elder!”

Those geniuses from all around who were outside the door also bowed respectfully, showing utter reverence to Elder Qing Xuan.

After all, it was the first time in so many days that they had seen a figure of his stature appear in Iron Ice City.

Only Ling Feng stood there, clenching his fists tightly, glaring at Elder Qing Xuan without uttering a word.

As it turned out, just when the elder had stopped him from clashing with Qin Wuyang with his voice, he had clearly used a sound wave to injure Ling Feng, causing his momentum to leak. If he were to fight Qin Wuyang again, he would stand no chance of winning.

“Wuyang, you’ve disgraced our Blazing Sun Temple’s name completely!”

Elder Qing Xuan snorted coldly, flicking his wide sleeve, making Qin Wuyang bow his head in fear, not daring to make a sound.

Taking a deep breath, Elder Qing Xuan’s eyes finally turned to Ling Feng. He squinted and said with a faint smile, “Young friend, since you are a friend of that Lin Mu, there is no harm in staying at the Immortal Pavilion. However, everything must be done according to the rules. This qualification token cannot be given to you directly. If you wish to enter the East Spirit Immortal Pond, earn the token by proper means according to the Immortal Pond’s rules.”

As he spoke, Elder Qing Xuan gestured, retrieving the token embedded in the wall, and said lightly, “Alright, Miss Yeu, handle this matter as I have said. If Lin Mu is unwilling, he may come find me himself.”

Under the pressure of the elder’s aura, Yeu Linglong dared not voice any objections, merely turning to Ling Feng with an apologetic look.

“Boy, what are you standing there for? It’s a rare opportunity that Elder Qing Xuan shows such mercy, allowing you to stay at the Immortal Pavilion. Aren’t you going to kneel and express your gratitude?”

Seeing Ling Feng unmoved, Qin Wuyang immediately erupted, scolding Ling Feng loudly.

“Hmph, what a trick!”

Ling Feng clenched his fists tightly, straightened his spine, and stared at Elder Qing Xuan, saying coldly, “A poor man does not eat food given with disdain. As for this Immortal Pavilion, I wouldn’t stay even if I could! Yan’er, let’s go!”

With that, Ling Feng turned and decisively walked out of the Immortal Pavilion.

Tuoba Yan bit her silver teeth, quickly followed suit, but her eyes revealed a hint of worry.

“Really ungrateful, does he think he’s something special?”

“Exactly! What an idiot. It’s a rare honor that the elders of the East Spirit Immortal Pond graciously allow him to live in the Immortal Pavilion. He’s really arrogant and oblivious!”

“Such an idiot. Even with some talent, his ultimate achievements will be negligible!”

“I spit on him!…”

The onlookers jeered, watching Ling Feng’s retreating figure, and some even spat from afar.

Watching Ling Feng walk away, Qin Wuyang approached Elder Qing Xuan and whispered, “Uncle, why did you stop me from fighting him?”

“Hmph, if I hadn’t intervened, you would have nearly disgraced the Blazing Sun Temple’s name!” Elder Qing Xuan glared at Qin Wuyang, then turned away with a flick of his sleeve.

Qin Wuyang stood there in a daze, disbelief in his eyes: Could it be, I would lose?

No, that can’t be true!

…

On another side, Ling Feng suppressed his injuries, walking three streets away before the world spun around him, and he spewed a mouthful of blood.

“Ling Feng!”

Tuoba Yan cried out in shock, rushing forward to support Ling Feng, “You’re… you’re injured?”

“Damn old man, so hypocritical, acting all righteous!”

Ling Feng clenched his fists tightly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said coldly, “That old man used sound wave transmission to injure my divine sense, forcing me to retreat without fighting. Yet, he pretends to graciously invite me to stay, putting on a facade of benevolence and righteousness. Hmph, I will not let this grudge go unavenged!”

“Puh!”

Saying this with agitation, Ling Feng spat another mouthful of reversed blood. The elders of the East Spirit Immortal Pond were indeed formidable!

“Damn it!” Tuoba Yan supported Ling Feng’s body in a panic, “Are you okay? What… what should I do now?”

“I…” Ling Feng felt a wave of weakness in his Sea of Consciousness, clutching Tuoba Yan’s sleeve, “I feel a bit sleepy, I think… I need to sleep…”

Before he finished speaking, Ling Feng’s eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

“Ling Feng… Ling Feng…”

Seeing Ling Feng collapse, Tuoba Yan was completely flustered. She realized that unknowingly, Ling Feng had become her pillar of strength. Now, with Ling Feng in trouble, she felt as if the sky was collapsing, clueless about what to do.

“I always relied on you. This time, let me be the one you rely on.”

Tuoba Yan lifted Ling Feng onto her back, wandering aimlessly.

…

In his coma, Ling Feng felt himself engulfed in endless darkness, as if about to be devoured by a black rift, running endlessly to escape!

He didn’t know how much time passed until he awoke, finding himself lying on a comfortable big bed.

“Hmm? Where is this?”

Ling Feng paused, instinctively searching for Tuoba Yan’s figure but realized she wasn’t by his side.

“Yan’er…”

Ling Feng murmured softly, a wave of pain surged in his head. Elder Qing Xuan had damaged his Sea of Consciousness, but luckily his soul origin was strong enough. Otherwise, he might have stayed unconscious for days, if not become an idiot or even lost his life.

“Yan’er isn’t here?”

Ling Feng struggled to recall the events before he fainted. He and Tuoba Yan had been stranded on the streets. Surely, there were no more inns in Iron Ice City, were there?

Taking a deep breath, Ling Feng sat up slowly, using Unlimited Vision to search for Tuoba Yan.

It turns out he had ended up in a rather luxurious Bescin, judging by the surroundings, still within Iron Ice City.

With Unlimited Vision, everything within the manor was clearly visible in Ling Feng’s mind. The palaces, disciples, and visitors were all under his control, as vivid as seeing with his own eyes.

Suddenly, Ling Feng’s eyelid twitched. In a quiet room, he “saw” Tuoba Yan’s figure, and not far from her, an elderly woman with white hair seemed to be chattering incessantly.