Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

Chapter 452: Chapter 452: No Good Banquet! (3 more)

”How could you know all this!”

Ling Feng stared at Lee Muuqing coldly, his whole body emanating a killing intent without any reservation. Under his sweeping Slaughter Sword Intent, the pedestrians around shivered uncontrollably.

”Good heavens, what is going on? What is this killing aura all about?”

”That’s terrifying, the Slaughter Sword Intent hasn’t been lost to time?”

”How can such a terrifying Slaughter Sword Intent be comprehended by a green youth? Judging by his attire, it seems he’s a student from the Heavenly Position Academy!”

The vast Imperial City naturally gathered countless Martial Artists, especially in this bustling stretch of road, where one could easily find Martial Arts masters with remarkable cultivation.

There were also some Sword Dao masters who clearly felt a chilling Sword Intent; that tangible Killing Intent was none other than the legendary ”Slaughter Sword Intent!”

Ling Feng himself didn’t expect that, after a few days, rumors would circulate throughout the Imperial City about the emergence of a ”Slaughter Sword Lord” at the Heavenly Position Academy. Just like ”Demoness” Ice Cloud and ”Little Sword God” Lee Bufan, Ling Feng finally had his own title.

It just sounded a bit overbearing!

Of course, this was a story for later.

At this moment, Ling Feng no longer cared about exposing his strength, as the Supreme Mysterious Acupuncture Technique meant too much to him.

Lee Muuqing’s mouth twitched as he forced a smile and said with outward ferocity but inward trepidation, ”Well, now you should be interested in taking a trip with me, right? I’ll take you to meet someone, and once you do, you’ll understand everything.”

Ling Feng snorted lightly and, disregarding any schemes Lee Muuqing might have, said coldly, ”Lead the way!”

”Come with me!” Lee Muuqing finally let out a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead; for a moment, he had almost been scared out of his wits.

Thankfully, just as Yaan Jingfeng had predicted, upon hearing the words ”Supreme Mysterious Acupuncture Technique”, Ling Feng took the bait after all.

Next, it was time to follow the plan!

Led by Lee Muuqing, the two made their way toward the Emperor’s North Suburb.

Finally, after about half an hour, Lee Muuqing stopped outside of a mountain villa.

This villa was owned by the Lee Family, now personally belonging to Lee Muuqing.

”Ling Feng, this is my Xiao Yun Manor, please,” Lee Muuqing said, pushing open the gates. There were only a few servants within the villa, and besides them, the area for tens of miles around was scarcely populated.

Ling Feng snorted and stepped into the villa, following behind Lee Muuqing. Soon, in the great hall, he saw a man in a green shirt sitting cross-legged behind a zither, plucking the strings and playing an enchanting melody.

By his side, two maidens accompanied the music with dance, their movements graceful, adding a unique charm to the setting.

”Brother Yaan, I’ve brought Ling Feng to you,” Lee Muuqing said, finally relaxing upon seeing Yaan Jingfeng. He hurriedly walked over and sat down next to Yaan Jingfeng, getting away from the range of Ling Feng’s presence.

The music stopped abruptly, and Yaan Jingfeng, without standing up, simply lifted his eyes to look at Ling Feng and said with a smile, ”Brother Ling, I have long admired your reputation.”

”You, your surname is Yaan?”

Ling Feng focused on Yaan Jingfeng, narrowing his eyes slightly as he asked.

”I am Yaan Jingfeng,” Yaan Jingfeng gestured with a wave of his sleeve for the singers in the hall to leave, then pointed to the seat on his right, still smiling, ”Won’t Brother Ling take a seat?”

Ling Feng pursed his lips, understanding in his heart: so this man was from the Yan Family, that explained it.

”There are no good banquets without ulterior motives, no good seats without reason,” Ling Feng said, standing with his hands behind his back, indifferently, ”We are not acquainted, so there’s no need for such familiar terms. You’ve brought me here, for what purpose?”

”Brother Ling, considering the relationship between your ancestors and our Yan Family, our two families can be considered as long-standing friends. Why be so distant?” Yaan Jingfeng said with a beaming smile.

”Such long-standing friends,” Ling Feng narrowed his eyes but was not in a hurry to move. He sat down at the seat to the left of Yaan Jingfeng and said lightly, ”I am quite curious, how did you recognize my identity?”

”Brother Ling’s Supreme Mysterious Sealing Needle is unparalleled in the world. Although Yaan is lacking in talent and learning, I still have some eye power,” Yaan Jingfeng said with a slight smile, knowing that conversations between smart people don’t need to be spelled out too clearly.

With just the words ”Supreme Mysterious Sealing Needle,” Ling Feng knew that Yaan Jingfeng must have learned of the information from the Luu Family’s profligate whom he had taught a lesson.

Ling Feng regretted inwardly, surprised that his casual actions had been exposed by someone from the Yan Family.

”Brother Ling must have some misunderstanding about our Yan Family,” Yaan Jingfeng said with a smile, ”In fact, our Yan Family has always respected Mr. Ling. If we had known that the Heir of Medical Saint was stranded, we would have spared no effort to bring Brother Ling back to the Yan Family and treated him well.”

”Hmph!” Ling Feng laughed but said nothing, what a pretense. When his grandfather (Ling Kun) came to reclaim the second volume of the ”Supreme Mysterious Acupuncture Technique,” how did these so-called long-standing friends treat him?

Retreating ten thousand steps, he had killed Yaan Jinghong’s cousin and slain Yaan Jinghong’s woman; such a contradiction was already irreconcilable.

Yaan Jingfeng laughed heartily and stood up from his seat, picked up a liquor pot, and took a cup, walking towards Ling Feng with a smile, ”Brother Ling, let me toast to you first as an apology.”

As he spoke, he went to pour liquor into Ling Feng’s cup.

Ling Feng let out a cold laugh, his aura swept out, and an overwhelming pressure rolled over Yaan Jingfeng, making the cup in his hand less comfortable to hold.

”Brother Ling thinks I would poison the drink?” Yaan Jingfeng burst into hearty laughter, ”In front of the Heir of Medical Saint, using poison would truly be bringing an axe to the class of Lu Ban. Good, I will drink three cups as self-punishment!”

Yaan Jingfeng laughed aloud and poured three cups in succession, each drained in one gulp.

”How about it, Brother Ling, won’t you even give me this bit of face?”

Ling Feng narrowed his eyes, picked up the cup, and let Yaan Jingfeng fill it. He then drained it in one gulp.

The liquor was good!

Above the table, the incense burner smoked waftily, its fragrance filling the air, like fairies dancing chaotically or as if warriors and horses were swallowing mountains and rivers. Ling Feng couldn’t help but take a deep breath: the incense, it smelled good too!

”Now, can we talk about the ’Supreme Mysterious Acupuncture Technique’?”

Ling Feng narrowed his eyes, fixating on Yaan Jingfeng, and spoke indifferently.

”Brother Ling is really unsociable,” said Yaan Jingfeng with a slight smile as he put down the liquor pot.

”When dealing with others, naturally there should be sociability, but unfortunately, sir, you are not.” Ling Feng toyed with the cup in his hand and pointed to the incense burner on the table, saying with a faint smile, ”This incense, it’s good.”

”It is good.”

The expression on Yaan Jingfeng’s face twisted somewhat. He tossed the liquor pot aside and, taking advantage of this motion, fiercely slapped his palm towards Ling Feng’s shoulder.

Ling Feng instinctively shrank back, but unexpectedly, a Finger Wind attacked his chest. Ling Feng smiled and suddenly deployed the Heavenly Sword Formation, directly bouncing Yaan Jingfeng several zhang away.

Yaan Jingfeng staggered back several steps on the ground before steadying himself, but his face showed a look of triumph, ”Brother Ling, even with a thousand wits, you couldn’t have anticipated that the incense burner mixed with the fine wine creates Immortal Drunk, which can intoxicate someone for three days and nights! The more you stimulate your True Qi, the faster the drug acts!”

Ling Feng glanced at the incense burner on the table, his face changing slightly. Immortal Drunk wasn’t any poison. In fact, it could be said to benefit the body, but once consumed, one would fall into a daze for a while, drunk as if intoxicated, hence it was called ”Immortal Drunk.”

As Yaan Jingfeng said, the spread of the drug’s effect far exceeded Ling Feng’s expectation, and he felt his legs weaken, collapsing onto the table, glaring at Yaan Jingfeng and saying hatefully, ”Despicable scoundrel!”

”A petty man is not a gentleman; a man without poison is not a great man!”

Yaan Jingfeng stroked his chin and sneered, ”Brother Ling, just hand over the ’Supreme Mysterious Acupuncture Technique’ obediently, and I might still spare your life!”