Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

Chapter 638: Chapter 639 Little Witch! (4 more updates)

When Ling Feng saw this girl again, he could hardly believe his eyes.

Jiang Biyi!

Ling Feng touched his nose, and he never expected that this woman, who he had encountered in Hanwu County when he exterminated everyone from Jia Mansion, was Jiang Biyi from the Shadow Organization! (PS: See Chapter 495 ”You Perverted Wolf!”)

That woman was captured by the Family Head of the Jia Mansion as a human shield and had been struck by a surprise palm strike; it was he who had saved her life.

However, wasn’t the Shadow Organization that sort of clandestine organization that shunned the light? This woman attending such a banquet so openly was far too bold.

But, it must be said, after shedding her night clothes, this woman in her splendid gown truly radiated charm. Her beautiful eyes shimmering with vitalityand her demeanor as refined as an orchid in a secluded valley, pale and ethereal—it was no wonder she drew the gazes of so many.

Beside Jiang Biyi, there was a young man. Although Ling Feng did not recognize his face, from his aura, Ling Feng was absolutely certain that this man was Yee Xingnan, probably wearing a human-skin mask, transforming his appearance to something quite unremarkable.

The Shadow Organization making a sudden appearance, these fellows are most likely here to steal something.

Ling Feng touched his nose and did not intend to expose them.

At that moment, a handsome and spirited young man walked out from the back hall with a bright smile on his lips, slowly stepping into the hall.

As soon as this youth appeared, he immediately became the center of attention. Many young ladies from noble families crowded around him, offering greetings and throwing themselves at him, while numerous young masters from aristocratic families bowed and scraped, exhibiting their obsequiousness.

Before the banquet, Ling Feng had already investigated the members of the Tianyang Empire Envoy Team. Except for Xiahou Lie, the Eleventh Prince, and that mysterious woman in purple, most were disciples of the Fiery Sun Sect.

Indeed, the Eleventh Prince was also a core disciple of the Fiery Sun Sect.

The Fiery Sun Sect’s position in the Tianyang Empire was like that of the Cangqiong Sect in the Sky White Empire, perhaps even having greater power.

And this charismatic young man was none other than Fung Wuji, who had opposed Ling Feng at every turn and ridiculed him earlier in the main hall.

It seemed that Fung Wuji was the Eleventh Prince’s junior brother, in his early twenties, yet he had ascended to the Origin Transformation Realm at the significant height of sixty meridians—an impressive little genius indeed.

Moreover, the Fung Family, a prominent clan in the Tianyang Empire, has fostered his consistently haughty and overbearing behavior.

Ling Feng touched his nose and simply sat quietly to the side. Regarding these privileged second-generation brats, he preferred not to deal with them unless absolutely necessary, lest he lower his IQ.

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”Little Ancestor, Housekeeper Wei isn’t here, could you perhaps refrain a bit, please?”

Yee Xingnan diligently followed behind Jiang Biyi, continuously grumbling.

The Little Ancestor had only recently recovered from her injuries, yet she had sneaked out again. His hatred for Ling Feng right now was boundless, for causing his mission that day to fail, resulting in him being assigned to protect this Little Ancestor up close.

Sticking with this Little Ancestor was ten times more difficult than accomplishing a hundred missions, and she often played jokes on him that left him wanting to cry.

”Yee Xingnan, can’t you be a bit more manly and just go have fun, pick up girls?”

Jiang Biyi turned and glared at Yee Xingnan, puffing up with anger, ”Don’t follow me!”

However, though she turned to look at Yee Xingnan, her body kept moving forward, and coincidentally, she bumped into the haughty Fung Wuji.

”What kind of person—doesn’t have eyes—”

Fung Wuji’s eyebrows furrowed instantly, but, when he realized that the person who had bumped into his arms was actually a stunning beauty, he almost drooled.

”Little beauty!”

Fung Wuji immediately stifled his curses and pretended to be a polite gentleman, chuckling, ”Miss, you should be careful when you walk.”

”Oh.” Jiang Biyi pouted and stepped back, ”So everything’s fine now? If there is no issue, may I leave?”

”Hey, miss, to meet is to be fated. How about we share a drink together?”

Fung Wuji put on a virtuous façade, his gaze lingering on Jiang Biyi’s chest, making her feel uncomfortable all over.

”Sorry, I have no fate with you! Move aside!” Jiang Biyi dodged backward and glared fiercely at Fung Wuji.

”Hahaha, Young Master here likes girls with character.”

Fung Wuji was overjoyed and visibly set his sights on Jiang Biyi, the ’fatty lamb.’ To him, other women paled in comparison to Jiang Biyi, looking merely like vulgar commoners.

”This lady here is Fung Wuji, the True Disciple of Fiery Sun Sect from the Tianyang Empire, at least show Young Master Fung some respect.”

”Yes, look at the guests here in the hall, everyone wants to have a drink with Young Master Fung. Being invited to drink with him is an utmost honor!”

”That’s right, ordinary people don’t have such an honor to be invited by Young Master Fung.”

Those surrounding Fung Wuji acted as if he was their master, just like a bunch of henchmen.

”Hmph, if I’m not interested, I’m not interested. Don’t block my way, or else!”

Jiang Biyi raised her palm and scolded, ”Or else don’t blame me for being rude!”

”Tsks, such delicate hands.” Fung Wuji grabbed Jiang Biyi’s hand and sniffed it, a rude smirk on his face, ”Smells so good!”

”Oh? Is that so?”

Jiang Biyi narrowed her eyes and smiled, ”But I rubbed some itching powder on my palms, and I thought it would be spicy!”

”What, you!”

Fung Wuji hastily let go of Jiang Biyi’s hand and sneezed violently; he then began to furiously scratch his nose, which quickly swelled up like a pig’s.

”Hahaha! You big, stupid pig, let’s see if you still dare to block my way!”

Jiang Biyi clapped her hands, placed them on her hips, and wore a triumphant expression.

”You little wench! Someone catch this little wench!”

Fung Wuji was trembling with rage, his nose bleeding from the scratching, yet the itch was still unrelenting.

This potent itching powder could leave him scratching for an hour, by then his nose might be gone.

”Little demon girl, bring the antidote quickly!”

Suddenly, several Tianyang Guards hiding in the crowd drew their weapons and surrounded Jiang Biyi, even casting the Sealing Barrier to prevent her from escaping amidst the chaos.