Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

Capítulo 1523: Chapter 1524: What Can Relieve Worries? Only Dukang! (Third Update)

“Lady Lin, I might have to trouble you for a few days.”

Ling Feng glanced at Lin Moyun. Currently with no place to settle, staying with the Lin family allowed him to look after the Lin sisters and Little Ling’er, while also providing a base of operations in the Imperial City for convenience.

“Of course, it’s no problem at all. Please stay, sir. Besides… Ling’er’s illness requires your attention.”

Knowing this hunter was Ling Feng, Lin Moyun naturally wished for him to stay, as it would prevent those corrupt officials from bullying them.

“Thank you, madam.”

Ling Feng nodded with a smile. Lin Moyun’s noble character explained how she could have such a clever daughter like Ling’er.

“Lin Feng, please prepare a room in the Yunzhi Pavilion for our guest to rest.”

Lin Moyun nodded slightly at Ling Feng, then instructed the servants to prepare a room and meals for him.

After Ling Feng left, Lin Moyao watched his departing figure and couldn’t help but sit by her sister, whispering, “Sis, who is that hunter? He seems familiar with us, but I don’t remember seeing him before!”

“Oh, you!”

Lin Moyun chuckled, “Honestly, if he hadn’t confessed, I wouldn’t have believed it either. But given the current circumstances, his disguise is understandable.”

She then leaned closer to Lin Moyao, lowered her voice, and whispered, “Because he’s Ling Feng!”

“What?!”

Lin Moyao’s eyes widened in shock. “Ling…”

“Ahem!” Lin Moyun glared at her, making her swallow back the word “Feng.” “So it’s him!”

Recalling how Ling Feng saved them during the incident at the God Burying Mysterious Swamp and later mediated with the pressure from Sun Tianba at the Lin Family’s Casino, Lin Moyao blushed slightly and mumbled, “So it’s him…”

As they say, what girl doesn’t dream of romance? Especially since Lin Moyao had developed a particular fondness for Ling Feng.

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Meanwhile, after arranging Ling Feng’s stay at the Yunzhi Pavilion, Lin Feng quickly brought some simple meals. Considering the Lin family’s current state, they couldn’t offer anything sumptuous to Ling Feng.

However, Ling Feng was not picky and merely filled his belly before contemplating his next move.

First, he needed to investigate the Heavenly Position Academy. As for the Deng family, General Deng treated him well in the past, even intervening with Yaan Jinghong. If those accounts were settled, General Deng could get caught in the crosshairs. He wondered about the Deng family’s current situation. Deng Yongshi was nominally his student; as her teacher, he couldn’t just ignore it.

Additionally, the Alchemy Master Guild, where he served as the Chief Honored Elder, was surely viewed as a threat by Yaan Jinghong.

Then there was the Cangqiong Sect, where Yue Zhonglian had been captured. What about the rest of the Cangqiong Sect?

Miss Yue, Brother Wen, all these people worried him.

Of course, his own Weiyuan General Mansion likely held quite a few hostages by now.

To fight Yaan Jinghong, he needed to first rescue the hostages. He couldn’t risk his companions’ lives in rash action.

As night fell, Ling Feng donned black night clothes, ready for action.

The rescue mission started now!

Whoosh!

A shadow from the Lin Mansion swiftly traveled thousands of feet.

Despite guards patrolling the streets and alleys, they posed no real obstacle to Ling Feng.

In no time, Ling Feng reached the Heavenly Position Academy.

Once the Imperial City’s top academy, it lay in ruins, with its plaque cleaved in two and smashed on either side of the entrance.

The academy was littered with collapsed structures, evidence of an intensely fierce battle that had taken place.

Ling Feng’s eyes narrowed, and he dashed toward Yan Cangtian’s Spiritual Medicine Garden. Unfortunately, the garden, once brimming with Spirit Plants, was now in ruins.

Blood stains, deep fist marks, footprints, and impressions where bodies had been forcibly embedded into the ground surrounded the garden.

“Elder Yan!”

Taking a deep breath, Ling Feng clenched his fist tightly. It was apparent that Elder Yan had been captured here by the cruel Yaan Jinghong and severely injured.

“Yaan Jinghong, I will make you pay a hundredfold!”

Fury surged in his eyes. The academy was now little more than a hollow shell, with nothing further to discover.

As Ling Feng prepared to leave for the next location, he noticed several familiar figures through his Unlimited Vision.

“It’s Instructor Leng and the others!”

His figure flickered, flying toward the devastated buildings.

Cold Sword Edge sat on a stone fragment, holding a bottle of wine and cursing, “Damn it, the only thing to ease worries, is Ducal Spirit! Damn it, just damn it!”

“Alright, Instructor Leng. I know you’re upset, but do you have to curse all day? Will cursing bring the Dean back?”

A portly middle-aged man sighed beside him. One of the academy’s instructors, he was one of the few who remained due to his deep attachment to the Heavenly Position Academy after Dean Mu Yun Sang’s capture.

“I’m going to curse!”

Swigging from another bottle of wine, Cold Sword Edge smashed it on the ground, “Damn! Damn it! Why am I so weak and unable to do anything?! Drink, drink! The only thing to ease worries is Ducal Spirit!”

He howled and grabbed another old bottle, gulping it down.

“Instructor Leng, that’s not how you drink!”

Just then, a powerful hand stopped the bottle. Enraged at not getting the wine, Cold Sword Edge swung a hand in anger. “No one gets in my way!”

Smack!

A sharp sound rang out as Ling Feng stood unmoving, letting Cold Sword Edge strike him, suffering no harm while Cold Sword Edge’s palm felt as if it hit a wall, reddening and hurting.

“Damn! It hurts like hell!”

In his muddled state, Cold Sword Edge saw a black-clad figure grinning at him, infuriating him. “I’d rather die than be humiliated! Kill me if you can!”

“Instructor Leng, why would I kill you?”

Ling Feng removed his mask, saying softly, “Instructor Leng, look at who I am.”

“Ling… Ling… Ling…”

Seeing Ling Feng’s face, Cold Sword Edge sobered up from fear. “You brat, are you courting death by coming back?”