Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

Capítulo 1325: Chapter 1326: Can’t Help Meddling! (First Update)

Ling Feng just shrugged and smiled at the gazes from the crowd; a mere position of number two hundred in the Earth-level Mingjian Tower did not interest him.

The only position he had his eyes on was the first place, and that was the Heavenly Level first place!

However, as the saying goes, “A tall tree attracts the wind,” he was unexpectedly rejected despite his third overall score and was assigned to the Outer Sect. This was all very peculiar.

He had every reason to believe someone was manipulating things behind the scenes, so until he understood their real intentions, it was best to keep a low profile.

Shrugging his shoulders, Ling Feng returned to his straw house. Though the conditions were a bit poor, it didn’t bother him much.

After Wu Wei’s lesson, the new disciples finally settled down, honestly moving into the straw huts and choosing to silently endure.

…

Until the later half of the night, Ling Feng suddenly heard some unusual sounds, seemingly a woman’s struggling cries, though muffled, not very clear. Ling Feng’s soul origin was exceptionally strong, so he was extremely sensitive to the slightest disturbances around him.

“What’s going on?”

Ling Feng slightly frowned, opened Unlimited Vision, and discovered the sound was coming from the nearby straw hut.

The image in his mind gradually became clear, and Ling Feng’s eyelids slightly twitched, discovering a burly man forcibly covering the mouth of a female disciple, while tearing at her clothes, intending to commit an assault!

“It’s him!”

Ling Feng’s pupils slightly contracted; the man who had broken into the female disciple’s room was actually number two hundred in the Earth-level Sword Tower, the Tower Master Meng Jiande!

The female disciple restrained by him, Ling Feng had some impression of, was part of the same batch of new disciples as him, named Fang Wen, whose overall score was below average, barely joining the East Spirit Immortal Pond.

Yet she never expected that on her first night at the East Spirit Immortal Pond, she would encounter such a situation.

Ling Feng shook his head with a light sigh; it might be fine if he didn’t know, but having encountered it, he couldn’t just stand by.

With a flash, Ling Feng flew out, reaching Fang Wen’s straw hut in the blink of an eye.

Inside the straw hut.

That Meng Jiande tightly held Fang Wen, a wicked smile on his face, covering her mouth while chuckling lewdly, “Little girl, quite fiery, but I like it!”

Fang Wen kept struggling, but was sealed off from Elemental Power by Meng Jiande, unable to muster any strength; her clothes were torn to shreds, her purity about to be tainted by the beast before her.

“Such a tender little girl, heh heh, wait till you know true bliss, you’ll wish to be pampered by me every day!”

Meng Jiande spewed filthy words, his rough hands caressing Fang Wen’s cheek, but at this moment, an extremely discordant voice came from outside the door.

“Senior Brother Meng, late at night, you’re quite passionate!”

It was Ling Feng, kicking open the door, a touch of chill on his face, coldly staring at Meng Jiande.

“Huh?”

Meng Jiande was first stunned, he had scattered some sleeping smoke, ensured everyone around was exhausted, along with the smoke’s effect, no one should notice.

But soon, Meng Jiande calmed down, tossing Fang Wen onto the bed, without guilt, instead grinning, “Kid, I know you!”

Ling Feng’s eyes chilled, “Oh? So what?”

“Heh heh…”

Meng Jiande laughed eerily, “Kid, I heard you were third in the new batch, high score rejected, sent to the Outer Sect?”

“Seems irrelevant to now, don’t you think?”

Ling Feng pouted, “For what’s happening now, do you have any explanation? As far as I know, East Spirit Immortal Pond disciples who commit assault face sterilization, stripped cultivation, and expelled. Isn’t this what the Disciple Manual states?”

“Rules?” Meng Jiande sneered, “Rules are for weaklings like you! Thought you had some skills, should understand, didn’t expect you’re just a fool!”

Meng Jiande dug his ear, brutish, “Wise ones leave now, act like nothing happened and I’ll let you off, or you’ll have no place here in the Outer Sect!”

“Help me… Senior Brother Ling, help me!”

Fang Wen desperately covered herself with torn clothes, pleading weakly to Ling Feng. Her Elemental Power was sealed, and affected by the smoke, her cries almost inaudible.

Ling Feng raised his eyebrow, softly laughing, “First time seeing such a defiant thug, caught in the act, still threatening others?”

“This is survival of the fittest; she’s lucky I fancy her!”

Meng Jiande sneered, “Advising you, the Master of number nine Heavenly Mingjian Tower is my cousin, this affair, better off not meddling, you can’t stop it!”

“Really?”

Ling Feng burst out laughing, “I’m the kind who likes meddling in affairs!”

“Courting death!”

Meng Jiande finally lost patience, a sinister expression, “Didn’t want to act and spoil my mood, but you sought death!”

Ling Feng shook his head, suddenly calling out loudly, “Number two hundred Earth-level Mingjian Tower Master, new disciple Ling Feng, challenges you!”

The voice, booming, pierced clouds and sky, alarming countless Outer Sect disciples.

“Hell, non-stop now, what time is it, still challenging!”

“Damn it, these newbies, really seeking trouble!”

“…”

Though late at night, Ling Feng’s shout drew considerable attention.

“Kid, what do you mean?”

Meng Jiande’s eyelid twitched, unsure of Ling Feng’s intention.

“Nothing, just openly kill you!”

Ling Feng sneered, “Mingjian Tower’s duels, life and death irrelevant! Rather than penalize an attempted assault, why not personally, slay you!”

“Arrogant!”

Meng Jiande trembled with anger, coldly staring at Ling Feng, “Kid, what’s your worth? Fine, accept the challenge, but you’ll die!”

Meng Jiande roared, wielded his massive Horse Cutting Saber, lunged at Ling Feng like a fierce tiger.

Yet Ling Feng stood firm, motionless, his eyes flashed purple, Shocking Eye Tribulation Power activated.

“Ugh!”

A muffled groan, Meng Jiande bleeding from seven orifices, his saber clattered to the ground, then he knelt, hands clutching his head, with such force, shattered his own skull.

Blood gushed, Meng Jiande’s corpse fell to the ground.

In an instant, everyone hadn’t seen exactly what happened, Meng Jiande, was already utterly dead.