Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

Chapter 195: Chapter 195: Martial Artist, Should Have Sharp Edge!

”It... it’s you!”

Jiang Xiaofan looked up, and when he saw Ling Feng, he nearly jumped up in excitement.

My savior!

If it hadn’t been for Ling Feng giving up the first place in the Willpower Test to Jiang Xiaofan at the last moment, Jiang Xiaofan might have indeed been ruthlessly eliminated.

”Benefactor!” Jiang Xiaofan tossed his luggage to the side and rushed towards Ling Feng in two strides, grabbing Ling Feng’s shoulders with his strong hands and expressing his gratitude, ”Benefactor, that’s great, you’ve also been assigned to the Tianmu East Court!”

”Tianmu?” Ouyang Jing rolled his eyes, ”Brother, this is Tianshu East Courtyard, okay!”

”Hehehe...” Jiang Xiaofan scratched the back of his head with his hand, his face turning red as he said, ”That... I can’t recognize that character...”

However, because the youth’s complexion was so dark, even if his face was red, others would not be able to tell.

”It’s a trivial matter, nothing serious.” Ling Feng smiled faintly and patted Jiang Xiaofan on the shoulder, ”So you’ve also been assigned here. From now on, we’ll be roommates living in the same room.”

”Mhm, mhm, mhm!” Jiang Xiaofan nodded repeatedly, ”Benefactor, I really can’t thank you enough for last time. Without you, I might have been eliminated, and you even infused me with True Qi afterward, or else I really couldn’t have held on.”

Jiang Xiaofan was truly filled with endless gratitude. As he spoke, he was about to kneel before Ling Feng.

”Men’s knees have gold beneath them.” Ling Feng stopped Jiang Xiaofan, speaking indifferently, ”It was merely a helping hand; your perseverance moved me. Alright, let’s not speak of these past matters anymore. My name is Ling Feng, and he is my friend, Ouyang Jing.”

”I’m Jiang Xiaofan! Haha!” Jiang Xiaofan had an honest and simple appearance, with a face full of sincerity and naivety.

It was clear that he must have come from a small mountain village, a peasant’s son determined to change his fate, persisting step by step until he reached Heavenly Position Academy.

At that moment, several figures walked into the courtyard. A youth dressed in fine clothing, surrounded by house servants and maids, strutted into the yard.

As soon as that youth entered, he saw Jiang Xiaofan’s luggage piled up like a small mountain and couldn’t help but frown. With a kick, he toppled the luggage and cursed, ”Damn it, what a poor wretch. Can’t even afford a Spirit Storage Ring, yet you still have the gall to come train at Heavenly Position Academy!”

Ling Feng and the others looked up to see a youth in a purple robe, dressed extravagantly, with an arrogant demeanor, stepping on Jiang Xiaofan’s luggage, shouting, ”Scrounger! This trash is yours, isn’t it!”

Jiang Xiaofan hurriedly stepped forward, his face full of apologetic smiles, ”Sorry, sorry, this stuff is mine. I’ve blocked your way; I truly apologize!”

Seeing Jiang Xiaofan’s submission, the youth in purple became even more overbearing, ”You scrounger! Why do you bring all this rubbish where you live? This is Heavenly Position Academy, not your beggar’s den!”

Jiang Xiaofan’s face was a mix of awkwardness and anger, he clenched his fists but didn’t dare offend the domineering youth, only able to crouch down, grab his luggage, and grit his teeth, ”It’s my fault, please, Your Excellency, would you step aside?”

”Step aside? Hahaha...” The youth in purple burst into laughter, ”You, a stinking beggar, speak so eloquently. It’s quite amusing! I simply won’t move aside; what are you going to do about it?”

”This contemptible snob, big brother, I’m going to teach him a lesson!” Ouyang Jing gritted his teeth, ready to rush out and assist Jiang Xiaofan.

”There’s no hurry,” Ling Feng shook his head. ”If Jiang Xiaofan wants to fit into his new life, he must go through this. He needs to understand that he’s left his old life behind. He is a Martial Artist, and he must find his own dignity!”

”Oh,” Ouyang Jing nodded, not quite understanding.

The dignity of a Martial Artist?

Having been born the young master of the Treasure Pavilion, how could he possibly understand the hardships of the common people?

Ling Feng, on the other hand, was different; he too had once been an ordinary person. He had experienced the warmth and coldness of human relationships, so he understood that to become a Martial Artist, not only a persevering will is required but also the dignity of a Martial Artist!

Albeit an honest man, Jiang Xiaofan was not without temper. With stubborn anger rising, he bit his teeth, grasped his luggage, and pulled with force.

His strength was enormous, and with that pull, he nearly toppled the young man in purple clothes to the ground.

”Young Master!”

Several servants quickly supported the youth in purple clothes, saving him from making a complete fool of himself.

”You beggar!”

The youth in purple clothes kicked out, sending Jiang Xiaofan sprawling on the ground, then viciously pounded him with several punches, cursing, ”You dog, you actually dared to intentionally make this young master fall!”

”I’m sorry, I... I didn’t mean to!”

Jiang Xiaofan hastily raised his hands to protect his vitals, his innate sense of inferiority preventing him from fighting back.

”Hmph!”

After throwing a few punches and noticing Jiang Xiaofan wouldn’t fight back, the young man in purple clothes was quite satisfied, thinking he had found a new ”punching bag.” Whenever he was in a bad mood, he could beat this smelly beggar to his heart’s content without fear of reprisal.

”Today, this young master is in a good mood, so I’ll let you off!” The youth in purple clothes dusted off his hands and looked at the number on the loft, frowning, ”Are you kidding me, my room is that side room on the right?”

The youth in purple clothes, clearly displeased, turned his head and saw Ling Feng standing in front of the central room number five, and immediately said with an air of superiority, ”Hey, kid, come here, let’s swap rooms.”

”Swap rooms?”

Ling Feng and Jiang Xiaofan were different. He was puzzled by the sense of entitlement that the young man in purple clothes exuded.

He walked over to Jiang Xiaofan, slowly helped him up, and said with a faint smile, ”Xiao Fan, you need to know, starting from today, you are no longer a peasant boy; you are a martial artist.”

Jiang Xiaofan blinked, ”I am a martial artist.”

”No, you’re not yet a true martial artist.” Ling Feng turned his head to look at the young man in purple clothes, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes, ”A martial artist should be sharp!”

The icy look in Ling Feng’s eyes unnerved the youth in purple clothes, who clenched his fists and said through gritted teeth, ”You little rat, what are you staring at? Be careful, or this young master will gouge out your eyeballs!”

”If you want to test my fists, you’re welcome to try.”

Ling Feng stood with his hands behind his back, showing Jiang Xiaofan through his actions what is a martial artist’s dignity and what is a martial artist’s sharpness!

”You bastard, how dare you speak to our young master like that?”

A guard in leather armor, furious, swung a heavy slap toward Ling Feng’s cheek.

”Benefactor, be careful!” Jiang Xiaofan cried out in alarm.

It happened in a flash!

Ling Feng stretched out his hand and grabbed the guard’s wrist, followed by several crisp ”crack” sounds.

”Ah!——”

The next moment, the guard let out a scream like a pig being slaughtered, cold sweat pouring from his forehead as he clutched his wrist, trembling and staggering back a few steps, before crashing heavily to the ground.

With that single grip, Ling Feng had crushed three of his finger bones!