Immortal God of War-Chapter 65 - No Good Intentions_1

Whoosh!

Under everyone’s intense gaze, a beam of white light shot out from the top of Qin Feiyang’s head, gathering in his palm.

This was tangible spiritual power!

Like a single strand of hair, it emanated a hazy glow and a subtle, cryptic aura.

"It really is spiritual power!"

"Quick, calculate how much time he took!"

Feng Cheng and the others were dumbfounded, filled with disbelief.

"An hour!" Elder Mo gulped, then managed to say with difficulty.

The moment these words were spoken, the place instantly erupted!

"How could he possibly condense spiritual power in just an hour?"

"Back then, even Senior Brother Cheng Yi took a full day and a half."

"Jian Haotian, be honest. Had you already condensed your spiritual power beforehand?"

Someone voiced their doubt, unable to accept this fact.

This person was none other than Ling Yan!

"What nonsense are you all spouting? Just because you can’t do it, don’t deny others the ability!" Feng Cheng roared, his expression more serious than ever.

"What’s going on?"

"Why are you all standing here?"

At this moment, Luo Xiong’s voice came from a distance.

He strode over, looked at Qin Feiyang, and asked, "Why haven’t you gone to condense your spiritual power yet?"

But as soon as he finished speaking, he noticed the thread of spiritual power suspended in Qin Feiyang’s palm, and his body instantly stiffened.

"You actually managed to condense spiritual power so quickly?"

He was stunned for a long moment before regaining his composure. Then he laughed. "Your matter is settled. From now on, feel free to stay in Black Bear City. No one will dare to harm you."

Qin Feiyang was thrilled. He hurriedly withdrew his spiritual power back into his Sea of Consciousness and, cupping his hands, said, "Thank you, Hall Master."

Luo Xiong glanced at the disciples behind him, then leaned in and whispered in Qin Feiyang’s ear, "Also, you must not reveal the level of your spiritual power to any outsiders. Ninth Level Spiritual Power will attract jealousy."

"I understand." Qin Feiyang nodded.

Luo Xiong smiled, turned his head to the group of disciples, and asked, "Who among you will show Jian Haotian around the Elixir Palace?"

"I will." Ling Yan immediately stepped forward.

Luo Xiong’s eyes flickered slightly, and he nodded. "Alright, you take Jian Haotian for a tour, and while you’re at it, take him to get his Identity Token."

"Yes." Ling Yan bowed in response.

Luo Xiong waved his hand. "Alright, everyone disperse!"

The group of disciples scattered at once, quickly spreading the news.

"Jian Haotian, wait a moment."

As Qin Feiyang was preparing to leave, Elder Mo called out to him.

Qin Feiyang turned, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

Elder Mo, however, looked at Feng Cheng and frowned. "Aren’t you going to hand over the stakes? Are you planning to pocket them?"

"The stakes?" Qin Feiyang was taken aback.

Ling Yan quickly explained in a low voice.

Only then did Qin Feiyang realize he had unintentionally come into a windfall.

Of course, he wasn’t going to be polite about it.

After collecting all the stakes, Qin Feiyang turned to leave.

But just as he turned, Luo Xiong suddenly said, "Jian Haotian, I have some news that I think you’ll be very interested in. For his merit in reporting you, Ling Yunfei has joined the Martial Palace under the City Lord’s recommendation."

A cold glint flickered in Qin Feiyang’s eyes as he cupped his hands. "Thank you for informing me, Hall Master."

「Meanwhile.」

In the Ling Family’s conference hall.

The Ling Family Head sat on the main seat, his expression rather gloomy.

Nearby, Ling Yunfei, Ling Sheng, and two other young people—a young man and a young woman—stood side by side, all silent with their heads bowed.

It was clear, however, that Ling Yunfei was very excited; his hands were clenched so tightly that his body subtly trembled.

Ling Sheng and the two young people with him, however, were casting cold glances at Ling Yunfei!

"Yunfei." The Ling Family Head suddenly spoke, a faint smile on his face.

Ling Yunfei quickly replied, "Present."

"Although our Ling Family lost quite a few Gold Coins this time, thanks to the City Lord’s recommendation, you were able to join the Martial Palace," the Ling Family Head said with a smile.

Ling Yunfei bowed. "Second Uncle, rest assured, Yunfei will definitely work hard."

"Mm." The Ling Family Head nodded and smiled. "Second Uncle also believes that you will definitely work hard. But not everyone’s hard work yields results. Yunfei, Second Uncle wants to discuss something with you."

"Second Uncle, please speak." A strong sense of unease rose in Ling Yunfei’s heart.

"Your talent isn’t outstanding. Even if you join the Martial Palace, you won’t achieve much in the future, nor will you bring much benefit to our Ling Family. Second Uncle wants you to give this opportunity to Ling Sheng," the Ling Family Head stated.

"What?" Ling Yunfei’s body trembled, and his face instantly turned deathly pale.

"Thank you, Father!" Ling Sheng, however, was overjoyed. When he looked at Ling Yunfei again, his eyes held no coldness, only triumph.

The other two were somewhat envious, but took more pleasure in Ling Yunfei’s misfortune.

The Ling Family Head smiled. "Yunfei, Second Uncle knows you must be very uncomfortable right now. But rest assured, as long as you nod your agreement, Second Uncle guarantees to treat you well in the future."

"Treat me well..." Ling Yunfei muttered to himself, his eyes filled with desolation.

He remembered Qin Feiyang’s words. "The people you care about will soon thrust you back into the abyss once again!"

Originally, he had thought that everything he had done would make everyone change their opinion of him, or at least not despise him as much as before. But that wasn’t the result.

Because of his kindness, these people before him had become even more ruthless!

"No, I refuse!"

"This is an opportunity I earned through my own efforts! Why should I give it to Ling Sheng?"

"Second Uncle, this isn’t fair!" he couldn’t help but roar.

This was the first time he had ever spoken up for himself.

However, all he received in return was ruthless mockery.

"Efforts?"

"Can you stop making it sound so noble?"

"Didn’t you get this opportunity by betraying your friend?"

"Go out and see! Who in Black Bear City isn’t cursing you behind your back right now?"

"A treacherous person like you, no one would pity you even if you died."

Ling Sheng and the other two sneered relentlessly. fгeewebnovёl.com

Every word was like a sharp blade, stabbing viciously into Ling Yunfei’s heart.

The smile on the Ling Family Head’s face also turned into a cold sneer. His gaze was extremely disdainful, as if he were watching a buffoon.

Ling Yunfei scanned the four of them, his hands clenched tightly, and declared word by word, "Second Uncle, no matter how others see me, I will not give this opportunity to Ling Sheng!"

"You’re courting death!" Ling Sheng, instantly filled with malice, slapped Ling Yunfei across the face and said disdainfully, "If not for the fact that we share some blood, I would have killed you long ago!"

Ling Yunfei clutched his burning cheek, staring at Ling Sheng somberly.

"You still dare to glare at me? I’ll cripple you today!" Ling Sheng kicked out again, sending Ling Yunfei flying. With a loud thud, he rolled on the ground.

The Ling Family Head shouted, "Sheng’er, that’s enough! He’s your cousin, after all."

"Cousin? Is he worthy?" Ling Sheng sneered, strode forward, and viciously stomped on Ling Yunfei’s face, grinding his foot down. Ling Yunfei was in so much pain that his body convulsed, and his facial features began to distort!

"Brother Sheng, don’t do this."

"It’s not worth getting so angry over trash like him."

The young man and woman nearby hurriedly ran up, trying to pull Ling Sheng away while also trying to persuade him.

"Let go!" Ling Sheng barked.

The two exchanged a look, helplessly released their hold, and retreated a few steps.

Ling Sheng lifted his foot, looked down at Ling Yunfei, and threatened menacingly, "You bastard! I’m telling you, don’t refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. Otherwise, next year, this day will be the anniversary of your death!"

Ling Yunfei clenched his hands so tightly that his fingernails dug into his palms, drawing blood, yet he seemed oblivious to the pain!

Deep within his eyes, a murderous intent surged!

But in the end, he suppressed this killing intent. He laboriously got up and said, "My entry into the Martial Palace was through the City Lord’s recommendation. If I give the spot to Ling Sheng now, I’m afraid the City Lord will blame me, and blame our Ling Family."

He was making a final effort, fighting for the last sliver of a chance for himself.

"You don’t need to worry about that. I will personally go to the City Lord and explain the situation. Now, you can get out. Also, if I hear any rumors outside, you should be very clear about the consequences," the Ling Family Head said indifferently.

Ling Yunfei’s body and mind trembled as he looked at the four people before him.

Am I still a member of the Ling Family? Are these people still my family?

He turned and walked away, step by step, his heart bleeding.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"What have I done wrong..." he murmured to himself, his face etched with helplessness and despair.

"Trash!" Ling Sheng glanced at him disdainfully, then turned and ran to the Ling Family Head, smiling. "Father, thank you."

The Ling Family Head smiled and said, "You’re my son; of course, I’ll side with you. But you must remember, after entering the Martial Palace, you have to make me proud."

Ling Sheng patted his chest. "Father, rest assured, I will definitely not disappoint you."

"Congratulations, Brother Sheng!"

"After you enter the Martial Palace, don’t forget to look out for us!"

The other two young people sidled up, their faces full of fawning compliments.

"I definitely won’t forget you! Later, I’ll treat you to drinks. We won’t go home until we’re drunk!" Ling Sheng laughed heartily, full of exuberance.

Inside the hall, joyous laughter echoed.

Ling Yunfei, however, squatted alone in a corner, weeping heartbroken tears.

「Elixir Palace!」

Under Ling Yan’s guidance, Qin Feiyang toured all the areas of the Elixir Palace.

Along the way, Ling Yan kept trying different methods to coax information out of Qin Feiyang, but he failed every time.

After receiving the Identity Token, Ling Yan again proposed going to a restaurant for a few drinks, ostensibly as a welcome for Qin Feiyang.

But Qin Feiyang declined. He bid farewell, and they parted ways, as he had already figured out that this Ling Yan harbored ill intentions.

A short while later, Qin Feiyang entered a large hall and came to a closed door. Cupping his hands, he said respectfully, "Elder Feng, this disciple requests an audience."

"Come in." Feng Cheng’s voice came from inside.

Qin Feiyang pushed the door open and saw Feng Cheng sitting at a desk, engrossed in writing something.

Without lifting his head, Feng Cheng said, "Close the door."

After Qin Feiyang closed the door, he walked over to the desk and leaned in to look.

Body-refining Elixir!

Those three words immediately entered his sight.

So he’s writing an Elixir Formula!

"Go and sit over there for a moment." Feng Cheng pointed to a tea table to the side.

Qin Feiyang nodded, walked over to the tea table, sat down, and waited quietly.

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