The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 1286: Yu Linglong

Under countless mocking gazes, Ling Feng and his companion strode toward Xianyao Pavilion. They had not even stepped through the entrance when two towering guards blocked their way.

Both of the men's bodies were covered in thick muscles, sharp light flickered in their eyes and their vitality surged like a dragon. They were body refinement cultivators and their strength had even reached the mid king-tier.

In the Tianbai Empire, such cultivation was enough to dominate a region. Here in Xianyao Pavilion, they served as nothing more than gatekeepers.

Naturally, they were not formal disciples of Dongling Immortal Pool. They belonged to forces affiliated with the sacred land. They were assigned by certain clans to guard Xianyao Pavilion.

After all, tasks like this were far beneath the pride of Dongling Immortal Pool's geniuses.

"Stop right there!"

The round-faced guard on the left raised a hand to block Ling Feng's path. His expression remained calm as he said, "Irrelevant persons are not permitted to enter Xianyao Pavilion. Please present your qualification token if you have one!"

Ling Feng raised an eyebrow and said lightly, "I am here to receive a qualification token. Have the senior brothers in charge of distribution come down."

The moment Ling Feng spoke, the surroundings filled with sounds of sharp intakes of breath.

"This guy has clearly fried his brain, who does he think he is?"

"He wants a token directly? Based on what?"

"He must be some idiot from a backwater village. He thinks reaching the Spiritual Sea Realm is something special. With cultivation like his, no one from Dongling Immortal Pool would even bother to glance at him!"

"Exactly, ignorance breeds fearlessness. He has no idea how the world works, he will suffer sooner or later."

The guard stiffened at Ling Feng's bold declaration. A deep frown lined his forehead as he glared at Ling Feng. His voice turned cold. "Leave now or bear the consequences!"

Ling Feng touched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "No room for discussion?"

"You need strength before there can be discussion. With your level of cultivation, you are not even qualified to serve as a menial worker in Dongling Immortal Pool. You should give up early and stop wasting your time."

The round-faced guard's expression darkened. "I have already said everything I should. This is your final warning, get out!"

Ling Feng narrowed his eyes slightly. He suddenly regretted not accepting Lin Mu's offer earlier. As the saying goes, dealing with the King of Hell is easier than dealing with the underlings, he had not even met the real people in charge and was already stuck outside the door.

Behind him, Tuoba Yan tugged lightly on his sleeve and shook her head. This was the territory of Dongling Immortal Pool. If he wished to join, following the rules was safer.

"Fine... forget it..."

Ling Feng shook his head and prepared to turn away. From outside came a wave of loud laughter.

"Hahaha, I thought this brat was going to stir up trouble, turns out he is just a coward."

"Right, if he dared to go in and take a beating, I might think a little better of him. Instead he has no strength and no guts. Why did he even come to Iron Ice City? To perform comedy?"

"He is going to make me laugh to death and inherit my own estate!"

"..."

The crowd thrived on spectacle. They had expected a fight but now that nothing happened, they unleashed ridicule in hopes of provoking Ling Feng into clashing with the guards. That would give them the show they wanted.

Every year, several youngsters came here thinking they were unmatched. They always ended up beaten senseless, becoming a joke among the people of Iron Ice City.

Ling Feng let out a cold laugh, completely ignoring the mockery. At that moment, a voice sounded from inside the pavilion, and a young girl quickly walked out. She wore the Dongling Immortal Pool disciple robe, which bore a mountain-shaped emblem embroidered with golden thread on her chest. Hurrying forward, she called out, "Please wait, are you Mr. Ling?"

"Hm?"

Ling Feng paused. He turned around and saw a girl who looked adorably youthful. She was about seventeen or eighteen. Her cheeks still held a trace of baby fat, which gave her a naive charm.

"That is me. May I ask who you are?"

Ling Feng studied the girl, wondering why she knew his name.

Those who had been eagerly waiting to watch Ling Feng embarrass himself fell silent.

This guy actually knew a disciple of Dongling Immortal Pool?

What outrageous luck!

"My... My name is Yu Linglong..."

The girl looked shy, stopping exactly ten steps away from Ling Feng and refusing to move closer. Her hands rested nervously before her chest as she bit her lip and explained, "It was Senior Brother Lin Mu. He... He told me to wait for you here."

"Brother Lin?"

Ling Feng's eyes lit up, and he instantly understood the situation. Lin Mu had finally done something reliable.

"So it was Brother Lin's arrangement." Ling Feng nodded. He looked at the shy girl with a smile. "How did you recognize me?"

Yu Linglong pointed at Tuoba Yan beside him. She bit her lip and said softly, "Senior... Senior Brother Lin is skilled in painting. He likes to... to paint portraits of beautiful women."

She sneaked a glance at Tuoba Yan and could not help whispering, "You are even more beautiful than the painting!"

Ling Feng rolled his eyes. Seeing that the situation was improving, he quickly asked, "Miss Yu, did Brother Lin have you prepare our qualification tokens?"

"Oh!"

Yu Linglong startled when Ling Feng stepped closer. She hurriedly backed away until she restored exactly ten steps of distance, then nodded with flushed cheeks. "Mhmm, Senior... Senior Brother Lin said you both are qualified to receive tokens."

Ling Feng gave a helpless smile. "Miss Yu, can you come a little closer?"

"No! No! Absolutely not!"

Yu Linglong shook her head rapidly like a rattle drum. "My master said men and women should keep proper distance. Maintaining space is basic courtesy."

"..."

Ling Feng stared at her silently. Aside from cultivation talent, this girl's common sense seemed nonexistent.

"Fine." Ling Feng lifted his hand in surrender and stayed where he was. "Then please give us the tokens."

"Oh..."

Yu Linglong nodded. She reached into her wide sleeve and pulled out a stack of tokens. She selected one and tossed it toward him.

At that moment, several young men and women descended the stairs from the second floor. They wore the same style robes, but the emblem on their chests was a blazing sun. This marked their identity.

They were disciples of the Blazing Sun Divine Hall, one of the Three Divine Halls.

"Junior Sister Yu, this is not how qualification tokens are distributed."

The leading youth flicked his fingers. A thread of force shot out and struck the token. The token veered off and embedded itself into the wall instead of landing in Ling Feng's hand.