The Art of Chaotic Divinity
Chapter 901: Gathering Together

Chapter 901: Gathering Together

For a moment, the Royal Sword Team members in the room exchanged glances before lowering their heads one after another.

One year.

Most of them were already in their late twenties. At Ling Feng's age, they had been nothing in comparison.

Of course, Yan Jinghong was an exception. But even he had started cultivating from childhood. It had taken him over three years to progress from the early stage Pulse Formation Realm to his current level.

"This Ling Feng is a rare talent."

The Fourth Prince curled his lips slightly, speaking calmly. "And I hope he is a talent who knows what's best for him."

"Fourth Prince, you must understand he is someone I must kill!"

Yan Jinghong's expression darkened noticeably at the prince's words.

"Just a minor conflict. This prince has always valued talent. If I could recruit an Empire's Legend like you, why not Ling Feng?"

The Fourth Prince fixed Yan Jinghong with a stern gaze.

"But..."

"Enough. This prince does not wish to hear further nonsense. Your petty grudge with Ling Feng will be resolved in due time. Ling Feng, I will have him."

The Fourth Prince raised a hand, cutting Yan Jinghong off mid sentence.

Though arrogant, Yan Jinghong knew better than to challenge the Fourth Prince's methods or his unfathomable strength.

Just then, heavy footsteps sounded outside. Liu Fanyu staggered in, clutching his chest, blood dripping steadily from his wound.

Taking a deep breath, he knelt at the door. "Fourth Prince, this subordinate has disgraced the Royal Sword Team's dignity. I deserve death!"

"No, how could you have disgraced the Royal Sword Team's dignity?"

The Fourth Prince didn't even glance at him, his voice icy. "The Royal Sword Team has no use for trash."

"Your Highness, you..."

A bad premonition flashed through Liu Fanyu's mind. Before he could react, a blade thin as a cicada's wing shot through his neck. Blood gushed from the wound, and in an instant, Liu Fanyu collapsed, lifeless.

"Take the body away. This prince must consider how to win Ling Feng over. It seems my imperial father has taken quite a liking to him lately, even bestowing upon him the title of General Weiyuan. Heh heh heh..."

His chilling laughter filled the room, eerie as a ghost from the abyss.

...

Meanwhile, after defeating Liu Fanyu, Ling Feng and Tuoba Yan made their way back to Tianwei Academy.

"Ling Feng, why reveal your strength so early?"

Tuoba Yan hesitated before voicing her concern. "Wouldn't it be better to keep some cards hidden? I mean you're just alerting the Royal Sword Team to be wary of you."

Seeing Ling Feng turn to her with an amused smile, her cheeks warmed slightly.

"Heh." Ling Feng chuckled. "I revealed just a little."

Tuoba Yan pressed her lips together, shooting him a faint glare.

You call defeating a genius like Liu Fanyu in a single move "just a little"?

Ling Feng shrugged. "It was just enough."

"Enough for what?"

"Enough to make Yan Jinghong and the others think twice."

Ling Feng walked on, speaking calmly. "I want them to know the East Court Sword Team isn't just throwing eggs at stones."

"Fine. But I think you might have more trouble coming your way now."

Tuoba Yan bit her lip, though inwardly, she rather liked this occasionally domineering side of him.

Ling Feng glanced at her curiously. This usually icy woman had been talking a lot more lately.

"Trouble is trouble. We only have three days left anyway."

Quickening his pace, they soon arrived at Tianwei Academy.

...

At the East Court Sword Team training grounds, the team was hard at work, the tension thickening as the final day approached.

Suddenly, a tall figure rushed in, calling out cheerfully, "Captain! Vice captain! Everyone, I'm back!"

Just from the sound of that voice, it was clear without even thinking. It could only be Jiang Xiaofan.

"Xiaofan, you finally made it."

Gu Tengfeng's eyes lit up at the sight of him.

"Yeah!" Jiang Xiaofan rubbed the back of his head, his usual simple and honest smile in place.

"Tsk tsk, Xiaofan, you actually lasted a whole month there!"

Lin Mochen circled Jiang Xiaofan a few times, clicking his tongue in admiration. "Those two old madmen and their twisted training methods... I can't believe you actually made it through."

Yu Sixian and Ye Nanfeng nodded vigorously. The three of them had fled Flame Valley in less than three days.

"Big Brother Lin, Master Sword and Master Pill are actually good people."

Jiang Xiaofan frowned slightly at the term "old madmen."

"Fine, fine, they're saints." Lin Mochen shook his head. "Look at you several shades darker and thinner, yet still defending them."

Jiang Xiaofan had slimmed down quite a bit, but he didn't look unhealthy. His bulky build had turned lean and toned, and his sun-darkened skin gave off a healthy, energetic glow.

"Master Sword said a real swordsman keeps his blade hidden and that real strength isn't about big muscles. He called my old build all brute force and made me train by lifting heavy things like they were light. I ended up losing weight, but I move way faster now."

Jiang Xiaofan scratched his head, grinning.

"Haha! A month with those seniors, and even your speech has gained some wisdom!"

Just then, a hearty laugh rang out from outside the door. Everyone turned to look in unison. Who else could it be but Ling Feng?

"Big Brother!"

"Brother Feng!"

Excitement erupted. Even Mu Qianxue, who had been playing with the black cat Ye Yi, stood up softly. "Big Brother Ling."

"Everyone's here, huh?"

Ling Feng strode in, his sword-like brows lifting. Tuoba Yan, meanwhile, flashed to a corner, resuming her usual "stay away from me" demeanor.

"Big Brother, you're back!" Jiang Xiaofan beamed. "Thank you for sending me to train with Master Sword and Master Pill. I learned so much."

"Mm. Good to hear."

Ling Feng patted his shoulder, surveying his comrades. Clearly, they were all ready.

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