The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 1325: I like Meddling

When everyone turned to look at him, Ling Feng merely shrugged and smiled. The two hundredth earth-tier Mingjian tower seat was not something he cared about at all.

The only position in his sights was first place, and not just any first place, but the number one seat of the sky-tier!

Still, there was the saying that a tree that rises above the forest is bound to be felled by the wind. He had ranked third in overall performance, yet was unexpectedly eliminated and assigned to the outer sect. No matter how one looked at it, something felt off.

Ling Feng had every reason to believe someone was manipulating things behind the scenes. Until he figured out that person's true intentions, keeping a low profile was the wiser choice.

With another shrug, he returned to his straw hut. The conditions were poor, but for him, they made little difference.

After Wu Wei's painful lesson, the new disciples finally settled down. They obediently moved into the straw huts and resigned themselves to enduring the hardship in silence.

...

It was deep into the latter half of the night when Ling Feng suddenly caught an unusual sound. It resembled a woman struggling and calling for help, though her mouth seemed to be covered, making the sound faint and unclear. Ling Feng's soul essence source was exceptionally powerful, so even the slightest disturbance around him did not escape his notice.

"What is going on?"

He frowned slightly and activated Boundless Vision. The sound was coming from a straw hut not far from his own.

As the scene in his mind sharpened, Ling Feng's eyelids twitched. A burly man had one hand clamped tightly over a female disciple's mouth while the other tore frantically at her clothes. He was clearly attempting to violate her!

"It's him!"

Ling Feng's pupils contracted. The man who had broken into the female disciple's room was none other than Meng Jiande, the two hundredth earth-tier Mingjian tower lord.

He also vaguely remembered the girl being restrained. She was a new disciple from the same batch as him, named Fang Wen. Her overall ranking was slightly below average, and she had barely managed to join Dongling Immortal Pool.

No matter what, she could never have imagined that on her very first night after entering Dongling Immortal Pool, she would encounter something like this.

Ling Feng shook his head and let out a soft sigh. If he had not known, that would have been one thing, but since he had witnessed it, he could not simply stand by.

Ling Feng's figure flashed, and he shot forward. In just a few blinks, he arrived outside Fang Wen's straw hut.

Inside the straw hut.

Meng Jiande held Fang Wen tightly in his arms, a lewd grin hanging on his face. One hand covered her mouth while he laughed crudely and said, "Little beauty, you are quite fiery, but, I like that!"

Fang Wen struggled desperately, but Meng Jiande had sealed her elemental force. She could not muster even a trace of strength. Her clothes had already been torn into a mess, and it seemed her purity was about to be defiled by the beast before her.

"What a fresh little beauty. Later I will let you taste true earthly bliss. You will be begging me to come love you every single day!"

Meng Jiande spewed filth as his rough hand stroked Fang Wen's cheek. At that moment, an extremely discordant voice sounded from outside the door.

"Senior Brother Meng, you seem to be in quite a good mood this late at night!"

It was Ling Feng. He kicked the door open and stepped inside, a chill on his face as he fixed his gaze on Meng Jiande.

"Hm?"

Meng Jiande froze for a moment. He had clearly released a drug that should have kept people in a deep sleep. The surrounding disciples were already exhausted, and with the added effect of the drug, they should not have noticed anything happening here.

But he quickly calmed down. He flung Fang Wen onto the bed without the slightest hint of guilt and instead broke into a grin. "Kid, I know you!"

Ling Feng's eyes turned cold. "Oh? And so what?"

"Heh heh..."

Meng Jiande's smile grew strange. "I hear that among this batch of newcomers, you ranked third overall but still got eliminated and sent to the outer sect."

"That seems irrelevant to what is happening right now."

Ling Feng pursed his lips and said calmly, "Do you not have anything to explain about what you are doing? As far as I know, any disciple of Dongling Immortal Pool who commits rape or looting has his manhood cut off, his cultivation destroyed, and is driven out of Dongling Immortal Pool. That's what the disciple manual says, isn't it?"

"Rules?" Meng Jiande sneered. "Rules exist only to restrain weaklings like you. I thought you had some ability and would understand that, but it turns out you are nothing more than a fool!"

He picked at his ear with a bandit-like expression and said, "If you know what is good for you, get lost and pretend you saw nothing. I might even spare you. Otherwise, you will not have a place to stand in the outer sect!"

"Save me... Senior Brother Ling, save me..."

Fang Wen desperately used the shredded remains of her clothes to cover herself as she weakly begged Ling Feng for help. Her elemental force was sealed, and she had inhaled Meng Jiande's drug, so her voice was extremely faint, almost impossible to hear.

Ling Feng raised an eyebrow and smiled faintly. "This is the first time I have seen a criminal so brazen. You are caught in the act, yet you threaten the one who caught you."

"This is the law of the strong preying on the weak. I fancy this little beauty, and that is her blessing."

Meng Jiande grinned savagely. "Let me give you a piece of advice. The ninth sky-tier Mingjian tower lord is my cousin. You should not meddle in tonight's affair. You do not even have the ability to do so!"

"Is that so?"

Ling Feng burst into laughter. "What a coincidence. I happen to like meddling more than anything else!"

"Courting death!"

Meng Jiande finally lost his patience. A sinister look crept across his face. "I did not want to make a move and ruin my fun, but since you insist on dying, I will grant your wish!"

Ling Feng shook his head and suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs, "Two hundredth earth-tier Mingjian tower lord Meng Jiande, I, new disciple Ling Feng, challenge you!"

His voice boomed through the air, splitting the clouds and shocking countless outer sect disciples.

"Damn it, is this ever going to end? Do they not know what time it is, still jumping out to challenge people?"

"Bloody hell, these newcomers really have no sense of life and death!"

"..."

It was already deep into the night. Ling Feng's shout drew a storm of curses, but it undeniably attracted more than enough attention.

"Kid, what are you trying to do?"

Meng Jiande's eyelids twitched. He could not quite figure out Ling Feng's intentions.

"Nothing special. I am just killing you in public!"

Ling Feng sneered. "The struggle for the Mingjian tower allows life and death without consequence, does it not? Rather than punishing you for attempted rape, I would rather kill you with my own hands."

"Arrogant!"

Meng Jiande trembled with rage as he stared at Ling Feng. "Who do you think you are? Fine, I accept your challenge, but the one who dies will be you!"

He practically roared as he summoned his massive anti-cavalry sword. His body lunged forward like a fierce tiger, crashing straight toward Ling Feng.

Ling Feng remained where he was, utterly unmoving. Only a flash of purple light flickered in his eyes as the Terrifying Gaze activated.

"Ugh!"

With a muffled groan, blood poured from Meng Jiande's seven orifices. The massive blade slipped from his hand and crashed heavily onto the ground. He then dropped to his knees, clutching his head with both hands. Using too much force, he smashed his own skull to pieces.

Blood sprayed like a fountain as Meng Jiande's corpse collapsed onto the floor.

In the blink of an eye, before anyone could even see what had happened, Meng Jiande was already dead.