The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 45: Making Trouble on Home Turf!

After Miss Yue Yunlan of the Cangqiong Sect had paid a visit to the Wenxian Sect, the attitudes of everyone within the Wenxian Sect towards Ling Feng underwent a drastic transformation.

From initially subjecting him to oppression and humiliation to later showing awe and retreat. Now, they began devising various ways to flatter Ling Feng, treating him as if he was a rare delicacy.

Unfortunately, Ling Feng rarely left Little Bamboo Peak. Even though Yue Yunlan had been gone for a month, Ling Feng only occasionally emerged, visiting the medicinal pavilion to collect some medicinal herbs for body refinement. Apart from these brief excursions, he remained immersed in cultivation within Little Bamboo Peak.

After a full month had passed, Ling Feng, relying on the Human Dao Eye and Qi-boosting pills, had elevated his cultivation to the ninth level of the Qi Formation Realm!

And from the moment he embarked on the path of martial arts until now, it had been less than two months!

This pace could be aptly described as nothing short of extraordinary.

"Finally reached the ninth level of Qi Formation. It's about time to visit the scripture depository and explore what other suitable martial techniques are available."

Standing atop the mountain peak, Ling Feng sheathed his sword and gazed at the sea of clouds before him. A surge of heroic spirit welled up in his chest.

In this past month, not only did his own strength advance by leaps and bounds, but the sword qi within Duanmu Qingshan's body was also completely suppressed. Ling Feng believed that with just one more acupuncture session, Duanmu Qingshan would undoubtedly recover, restoring himself to his peak condition.

As long as his cultivation advanced further, escaping was just a matter of time.

Once Duanmu Qingshan emerged, Ling Feng believed that an earth-shaking upheaval would undoubtedly occur within the Wenxian Sect. Before that happened, he needed to become even stronger!

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"The trash of the Wenxian Sect is truly disappointing. Among over a thousand inner sect disciples, they couldn't find a single Qi Formation disciple capable of facing me in a battle. Even your so-called second genius beneath the Pulse Formation Realm can barely withstand three of my strikes. It's laughable! Relying on the likes of you, do you really think you deserve to be mentioned alongside our Liuyun Sword Sect as one of the three major sects?"

As Ling Feng left Little Bamboo Peak and stepped into the area of the inner sect's martial arts square, he immediately heard an incredibly arrogant and domineering voice. Filled with disdain and arrogance, it echoed across the entire martial arts square, audible even from hundreds of yards away.

He became curious and glanced over to find a dense crowd gathered on the martial arts square.

"Liuyun Sword Sect?" Ling Feng furrowed his brow slightly. Why would people from the Liuyun Sword Sect appear in the Wenxian Sect?

He casually grabbed a nearby onlooker and inquired, "What's happening up ahead?"

"Oh, it's Senior Uncle Ling Feng!"

The disciple immediately recognized Ling Feng, looking somewhat delighted. He hastily explained, "It's an inner sect elder from the Liuyun Sword Sect who brought his last disciple to challenge the disciples of our Wenxian Sect. He declared that within the Wenxian Sect, any disciple below the Qi Formation Realm who can defeat his apprentice will receive a high-grade mystical weapon and a superior yellow-tier sword technique as a gift!"

As he spoke, the disciple furrowed his brow, showing some reluctance. "Unfortunately, several senior brothers have already faced that guy, but none of them are his match! That's why he's strutting around so arrogantly!"

"Oh?" Ling Feng touched his nose and looked around. He noticed that in the middle of the martial arts square, a clear space had been left open.

At the center of the open space stood a slender young swordsman, wielding a three-foot Qingfeng Sword. His pair of eyes exuded a wild and untamed expression.

At his feet lay a slightly older disciple of the Wenxian Sect, coughing up blood. The young swordsman pointed the tip of his sword at the disciple's throat, leaving him unable to make even the slightest move.

Not far away, there were two middle-aged martial artists. One of them, with a triumphant expression on his face, chuckled and said, "How about that? My last disciple seems to have some talent, doesn't he?"

This person was the inner sect elder from the Liuyun Sword Sect, known by the title Broken Sword Elder.

By the Broken Sword Elder's side stood an inner sect elder from the Wenxian Sect, Elder Qing Yun. His expression stiffened considerably, fists clenched tightly, clearly disapproving of Elder Broken Sword's arrogant demeanor.

Unfortunately, the disciples in his sect were inferior in skills, leaving him with no confidence to utter a word.

"Ah, I meant well, wanting to give away my precious sword and sword technique. Unfortunately, the disciples of your Wenxian Sect are disappointing! Hahaha..." The Broken Sword Elder laughed heartily, while the surrounding elders, stewards, and inner sect disciples of Wenxian Sect were all indignant.

In the vast Wenxian Sect, on their own turf, they were humiliated to such an extent by an elder and a youth from Liuyun Sword Sect.

"I heard that there's someone named Li Muge in your Wenxian Sect who seems to have some skills. They say he's the most talented below the Pulse Formation Realm. Let him come out. As for the rest of you, you're not qualified to make me draw my sword!"

With those words, the young swordsman from the Liuyun Sword Sect kicked the Wenxian Sect disciple beneath him, sending him sprawling. He crossed his arms over his chest, his face radiating arrogance.

"Damn it, this disciple from Liuyun Sword Sect is just too arrogant!"

"Damn it, it's bad enough that they act tyrannical outside the mountain gate, and now they've even come to our Wenxian Sect's inner sect to cause trouble!"

The Wenxian Sect disciples were trembling with anger, gritting their teeth, eager to rush forward and besiege the arrogant figure. (f)reenovelkiss

"However, his swordsmanship is indeed formidable. He defeated Senior Brother Xiao Bai in just a few moves!"

Xiao Bai, the Wenxian Sect disciple who was just kicked away by the Liuyun Sword Sect swordsman, was also a cultivator at the tenth level of Qi Formation. However, he couldn't even withstand three sword strikes from the opponent!

Prior to Xiao Bai, more than a dozen Wenxian Sect disciples at the Qi Formation Realm had already been defeated by the Liuyun Sword Sect swordsman with just one strike!

"Only Senior Brother Li Muge can contend with him!"

"Make way, Senior Brother Li is here! The guy from Liuyun Sword Sect, don't think you can be arrogant anymore!"

A pathway spontaneously cleared from the crowd. A young man dressed in a long green robe with straight eyebrows and sharp eyes took deliberate steps towards the swordsman from Liuyun Sword Sect. A naturally formidable aura emanated from him.

"Are you Li Muge?" Di Jingtian swung his long sword effortlessly in his hand, locking his gaze onto the newcomer. A smirk played on the corners of his mouth. "Seems like you've got some skills. I hope you're not just all bark no bite!"

"Hmph, try me and you'll find out!"

Li Muge's face was filled with anger. The humiliation of the sect by the other party, as a member of the Wenxian Sect, how could he not be furious?

Clang!

The long sword unsheathed!

Li Muge's long sword pointed directly at Di Jingtian, its aura soaring into the clouds, charging straight into the heavens!

Undaunted, Di Jingtian faced him with a chilling resolve, their sword edges meeting in a sharp and imposing confrontation.

A gust of mountain wind swept in from nowhere, filling the air with a solemn and deadly aura.

"What a formidable aura! Expected nothing less from Senior Brother Li Muge!"

"That kid from Liuyun Sword Sect is bound to be defeated!"

On the sidelines, the Broken Sword Elder squinted his eyes and smiled, "Hmph, Elder Qing Yun, it seems like this is the final trump card of your Wenxian Sect, isn't it?"

Elder Qing Yun snorted coldly, gritting his teeth. "With Muge's strength, he can definitely defeat your arrogant disciple!"

"Oh? Then let's watch and see!"

The Broken Sword Elder chuckled, but in his eyes, there was an overwhelming confidence, as if he had already foreseen the ultimate outcome!

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