The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 741: The Uninvited Yan Jinghong

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As night fell, the time for the banquet drew closer!

Before long, General Weiyuan's Mansion welcomed its first wave of guests—the vice-director and several mentors from Tianwei Academy!

Leading the group was none other than Lin Xian'er's mentor, Tong Chengtai. Despite being thoroughly tricked by Yan Cangtian last time, the old man bore no grudge against Ling Feng. On the contrary, he held high hopes for this young man.

When Lin Xian'er mentioned Ling Feng's general mansion, Tong Chengtai immediately decided to attend personally, lending some prestige to the occasion.

After all, as the vice-director of Tianwei Academy, his status was nothing to scoff at.

Aside from Tong Chengtai, Associate Academician Ye Guichen, as well as mentors Zhu Rong and Pei Miao—who had competed to take Ling Feng as their last disciple during his entrance assessment—also arrived.

Of course, Leng Jianfeng and Su Qingxuan wouldn't miss such an important banquet.

"Teacher!"

Seeing Tong Chengtai step down from the carriage, Lin Xian'er quickly went up to him, linking her arm with his and smiling sweetly. "Teacher, you finally made it!"

"How could I not come when my dear student asked?" Tong Chengtai chuckled, his eyes flickering ambiguously between Ling Feng and Lin Xian'er. He then strode to the entrance, cupping his hands toward Ling Feng. "Congratulations!"

"Vice-Director Tong, your presence brings immense honor to my humble abode!" Ling Feng quickly returned the gesture, surprised that the vice-director had come.

"Young man, you're doing well. Becoming a general at such a young age!" Tong Chengtai patted Ling Feng's shoulder. "Truly worthy of being that old man's successor!"

Leaning closer, Tong Chengtai whispered, "You and that old man really pulled one over on me. Poison? It was just a pinch of dust, wasn't it?"

"Uh..." Ling Feng's face flushed with embarrassment. "You already knew, Senior?"

"Hmph, perform well at the Five Courts' Sword Team Grand Competition, or I'll settle this score with you later!"

"Yes, yes!" Ling Feng nodded repeatedly. Despite his stern appearance, Vice-Director Tong was actually quite amiable!

Tong Chengtai shot Ling Feng a look before being led into the main hall by a few maids.

"Congratulations! I knew you were destined for greatness, but I never expected you to become a general in just half a year!"

Ye Guichen presented his gift with a smile. "Director Mu is busy with official duties, so he asked me to bring some gifts on his behalf."

"Thank you, Academician Ye!" Ling Feng smiled, guiding Ye Guichen, Zhu Rong, and Pei Miao inside. Just then, Leng Jianfeng approached with a dark expression.

"You brat, you didn't even send me an invitation. I won't forget this!" Leng Jianfeng glared at Ling Feng, clearly displeased.

"I was in a rush and forgot. My apologies." Ling Feng gave an apologetic smile, then turned to Su Qingxuan and nodded. "Mentor Su, thank you for coming."

"I'll remember this too!" Su Qingxuan smiled, her eyes narrowing playfully before she and Leng Jianfeng entered the main hall.

Next, Hong Haotian, the president of the Alchemist Guild, arrived with several vice-presidents and elders. The presence of such a high-ranking figure added significant weight to the banquet.

Soon, Gu Tengfeng and his teammates brought important figures from their families. As time passed, many prominent figures from the empire arrived, showing great respect for Ling Feng.

"Congratulations!"

"Thank you, thank you!"

In less than half an hour, nearly half of the empire's influential families had arrived. Those who had been hesitant to attend quickly changed their minds upon hearing that the Alchemist Guild's president and the Gu family of the imperial capital were present. They hurried to present lavish gifts, including high-grade herbs, weapons, armor, and treasures.

If such banquets were held daily, one could make a fortune!

However, just as the atmosphere in General's Mansion was at its warmest, an extremely discordant voice rang out.

"What's this? The great General Ling couldn't even spare a small invitation for the Yan family?"

"Huh? What's going on?"

"Who dares cause trouble at an event like this? Are they tired of living?"

Instantly, the entire hall fell silent. A chilling cold swept through, as if everyone had been plunged into an icy hell.

Ling Feng narrowed his eyes, looking at the newcomer. He sneered inwardly, So, he's finally here!

Ling Feng hadn't expected Yan Jinghong to dare cause trouble at such an event. This man was truly arrogant!

Thud! Thud! Thud!

For a moment, the only sound on the street was the slow, deliberate footsteps of Yan Jinghong. With each step, frost spread across the ground, followed by a crack as the earth shattered beneath him.

Whoosh...

A biting cold wind swept through, and snowflakes began to fall from the sky as Yan Jinghong approached.

"It's the empire's legend, Yan Jinghong!"

"Why is he here? I haven't heard of any conflict between them before."

"Wait, I remember something!"

A man in a green robe suddenly widened his eyes and said gravely, "Do you recall the earth-shattering battle that took place in the northern outskirts of the imperial capital a few months ago? One of the participants was Yan Jinghong!"

"Ah..." Someone else quickly caught on. "Are you saying the other young man was Little General Ling?"

"Most likely!" The green-robed man nodded. "It seems two tigers cannot share one mountain. The two peerless geniuses of the imperial capital are destined to clash!"

"But isn't Yan Jinghong being too arrogant, showing up uninvited to provoke him at such an event?"

"That's just Yan Jinghong's style. He wants to crush his opponent at their peak, ensuring they can never rise again and forever live in his shadow."

"Damn, Little General Ling might be in trouble. Should we step in and help?"

"Help? Are you joking? Do you dare offend the Yan family of the Eastern Capital? Not to mention, the Empress Dowager is from the Yan family. Do you want to offend her?"

"Uh... Let's wait and see, wait and see..."

In the main hall of General's Mansion, whispers and murmurs filled the air.

Gu Tengfeng frowned and was about to stand up, but his father pressed a hand on his shoulder.

"Father..." Gu Tengfeng clenched his fists. "Ling Feng is my brother. I can't just—"

"Kid, you're still too naive." Gu Xichao shook his head with a smile. "Your brother isn't as foolish as you think. Just watch. If he really needs help, when has your old man ever backed down?"

"Uh..."

Gu Tengfeng blinked, his palms sweating. Can Ling Feng really face the empire legend Yan Jinghong alone?