Chapter 122: Alerting The Sect Leader!

Chapter 122: Alerting The Sect Leader!

Silence!

The surroundings fell into a profound stillness, so intense that one could almost hear a pin drop.

Everyone stood frozen in shock and fear: the elite members of the Iron Blood Alliance, the inner sect disciples supporting Ling Feng, the onlookers, and the stewards and elders lurking in the shadows.

Was he truly a cultivator of the Qi Formation Realm?

The elite members of the Iron Blood Alliance, who had initially surged forward with Jing Wuxue, now hesitated, afraid to approach or assist him.

Lin Xian'er’s eyelids twitched incessantly, her heart churning with waves of disbelief. She knew she could easily defeat Jing Wuxue, but she was at the seventh level of the Pulse Formation Realm, whereas Ling Feng was merely at the Qi Formation Realm! DiScover new stories at novelhall.com

Whoof!

Ling Feng stood proudly, lifting his blade and gently blowing away the bloodstains. Those stains were all from Jing Wuxue’s body, each puncture precisely severing tendons without causing immediate death. Jing Wuxue’s demise would come from bleeding out.

Soon, Jing Wuxue would live up to his name, truly becoming bloodless[1].

Brutal!

Too brutal!

Under Ling Feng’s cold and penetrating gaze, the elite members of the Iron Blood Alliance found their legs turning to jelly, collapsing to their knees in unison.

Not a soul dared to aid Jing Wuxue. The once arrogant members now resembled whimpering dogs, each pleading for mercy. Some incessantly kowtowed, others slapped themselves across the face, while a few cursed Jing Wuxue, claiming they had long refused to follow him in his wrongful deeds.

In the face of Ling Feng’s overwhelming power, these direct disciples were petrified with fear.

"You deserve it! That's what scums like you get for bullying the weak!"

"Jing Wuxue, you bastard, you're getting what you deserve today! Hahaha..."

"Senior Uncle Ling Feng, well done! These guys deserve this punishment!"

"..."

No one sympathized with Jing Wuxue. These parasites of the sect were universally condemned.

"Is this the end for me..."

Jing Wuxue felt his consciousness fading, his blood nearly drained away. As he neared death, he realized he had become a pariah, despised by everyone. Memories of his youth flashed before him, when he had been the beacon of admiration, the role model for young disciples.

The calls of "Senior Brother Jing" from junior brothers and sisters had once been heartfelt and sincere.

"How is this possible?"

Lin Canglang's eyelids twitched uncontrollably. He was well aware of Jing Wuxue's talent and strength. Even if he had been neglecting his sword practice and indulging in self-destructive behavior, he was still a solid cultivator at the tenth level of the Pulse Formation Realm!

Li Liang was even more frightened, his face pale as a sheet. Jing Wuxue's strength was comparable to his, and if Ling Feng could kill Jing Wuxue, it meant Ling Feng could also kill him.

Ling Feng had started to lose control, becoming a complete liability.

"Uh..." Lin Canglang sighed heavily, his frustration growing as he clenched his fists.

Thirteen years as the sect leader, and he had only taken on two direct disciples, both of whom had met their demise because of Ling Feng. To suggest that he harbored no resentment would be a falsehood.

In a flash, Lin Canglang darted past the dense throng of people, his gaze falling upon a sizable gathering of direct disciples who knelt before Ling Feng, their heads bowed in supplication, igniting another surge of irritation within him.

What’s going on here? How could dozens of late-stage Pulse Formation Realm direct disciples be so intimidated by Ling Feng?

Are the disciples of my Wenxian Sect really so spineless?

Upon seeing the sect leader and an elder personally arriving, all the disciples simultaneously knelt down, bowing respectfully and greeting, "We pay our respects to the sect leader and to Elder Li!"

Only Ling Feng remained standing proudly, showing no intention of kneeling or paying respects.

With a swift flick of his sleeves, Lin Canglang swept his gaze across the assembly before fixing it squarely on Ling Feng. A hint of anger flashed in his eyes as he spoke in a low voice, "Ling Feng, what exactly is going on here? If you don't explain yourself clearly, don't blame me for enforcing the rules of our sect today!"

Ling Feng took a deep breath, offering a slight bow to Lin Canglang, then calmly spoke, "Sect Leader, the Iron Blood Alliance has been oppressing disciples and acting tyrannically, causing trouble for our sect for years. Are you unaware of this?"

"You!" Lin Canglang focused his gaze on Ling Feng. He knew about the Iron Blood Alliance, but because Jing Wuxue was his direct disciple, he had turned a blind eye. Moreover, he had been preoccupied with obtaining the sword manual from Duanmu Qingshan, so he hadn’t cared about the lives of ordinary disciples.

"Ling Feng, what do you mean?"

A surge of anger rose within Lin Canglang. He realized that Ling Feng had lost control. However, he had poisoned Ling Feng with the Golden Silkworm Gu Poison, so he wasn't scared that Ling Feng would rebel against him.

"Reporting to the Sect Leader, I know what happened!"

Just when the atmosphere was getting tenser, a beautiful youth stepped forward.

"Hmm?" Lin Canglang frowned, filled with anger. He had been questioning Ling Feng, and an ordinary disciple dared to interrupt him—how insolent!

However, when he saw the youth's face, his eyes twitched.

This beautiful lass was his own daughter, Lin Xian'er!

1. Wuxue means 'bloodless' in Chinese. ☜

2. Author's note: Lin Canglang originally had two direct disciples. The second disciple, Yun Zheng, was killed by Lin Canglang himself due to Ling Feng. ☜