Chapter 219: The Gift Sent by Wen Tingguang!

Chapter 219: The Gift Sent by Wen Tingguang!

Ling Feng looked up and quickly recognized the newcomer as a disciple of the Cangqiong Sect. With a faint smile, he promptly rose to greet him.

"I am Ling Feng. Senior Brother, you've come a long way. Please, take a seat and rest."

The disciple from the Cangqiong Sect waved his hand hastily and took out a parcel from his storage spirit ring, saying respectfully, "Mr. Ling, this is something Elder Wen asked me to deliver to you. My task is now complete, and it's time for me to return to the sect."

"I see." Ling Feng accepted the parcel with a smile, saying, "Very well then, Senior Brother. Take care on your journey."

After seeing off the Cangqiong Sect disciple, Ling Feng turned and walked back into the courtyard.

"Big Brother, who was that person just now? He seemed quite formidable. Is he not a student of our Tianwei Academy?" Ouyang Jing couldn't help asking.

"He's an old friend who came to deliver something. Consider him a messenger," Ling Feng replied casually, choosing not to disclose his relationship with the Cangqiong Sect.

Although he was technically considered a distinguished guest of the Cangqiong Sect, he saw no need to flaunt this connection.

"Oh."

The others nodded, except for Yang Jun, who seemed contemplative.

His background surpassed that of ordinary aristocratic youths; he would never mistake the emblem of the Cangqiong Sect.

Yang Jun silently rejoiced that he hadn't offended Ling Feng too deeply. Otherwise, if he had truly crossed swords with Ling Feng, his days would likely be numbered.

With the parcel in hand, Ling Feng returned to his room.

After arriving in the imperial capital, he had entrusted a messenger to deliver a letter to the Cangqiong Sect, informing Wen Tingguang of his presence in the capital and briefly mentioning his appointment as the sect leader of the Wenxian Sect.

He mostly did this because he didn't want Wen Tingguang to make a wasted trip to the Wenxian Sect the next time the sect leader of the Canqiong Sect needed treatment.

"Surprisingly, the efficiency of the messengers in the imperial capital is quite commendable."

Ling Feng pursed his lips and slowly unwrapped the parcel.

He was curious about what Wen Tingguang sent him.

As he opened the parcel, Ling Feng's eyes widened in surprise.

"Regenerative Golden Needles!"

Before him lay a neat row of golden needles nestled within a pouch made of golden threads.

"One, two, three..."

Ling Feng counted carefully and found that there were not just the eight Regenerative Golden Needles he had originally requested, but a total of nine—surpassing his expectations.

Even among the sky-tier students who had undergone rigorous selection and assessment, fewer than one hundred possessed sword will!

And yet, Ling Feng was a peculiar exception—a yellow-tier student possessing what could be described as half-step sword will.

No wonder Gu Tengfeng had been so thrilled when he sensed the fluctuations of Ling Feng's sword will that day.

...

The class of imperial etiquette.

Responsible for teaching imperial etiquette was a female mentor, who actually looked quite decent.

However, she was only deemed decent due to the fact that there was a far prettier mentor around. The presence of the beautiful mentor Su Qingxuan made everyone completely disinterested in the courses of this female mentor.

"Alright, that's all for today's lesson on imperial etiquette."

The female mentor snorted lightly when she saw the lazy students in the classroom. She thought to herself, "These annoying students. When it's time for midterms, I'll give you all a C!

All of the students stretched lazily and left the classroom.

Learning imperial etiquette was even more unbearable than enduring martial arts training from the devil instructor.

Perhaps because they were used to being pushed by the devil instructor, it seemed like their bodies couldn't function properly without being pushed around every day.

Qin Wanwan pretended to casually pass by Ling Feng and slipped a note to him, and then gave him a threatening look before proudly walking away.

Ling Feng opened the note and read the five words written elegantly on it: "Meet me at the library!"

"Damn it!"

Ling Feng frowned. He should have never agreed to such a humiliating condition from that woman!

"Big Brother, I'm a bit confused about the fist technique that Instructor Leng taught me yesterday. Can you give me some guidance?"

Jiang Xiaofan was completely obsessed with martial arts. No matter what class he attended, his mind was filled with thoughts of martial skills.

"I'm going to the library. If you're interested, come along," Ling Feng said calmly.

"The library?" Jiang Xiaofan quickly stepped back a few paces. "Big Brother, you go ahead. I'll wait for you at the Tianshu East Court."

Whenever it came to reading, his head would spin. The thought of going to the library, a place full of books, might make him faint immediately.

"Reading more can broaden your horizons!" Ling Feng sighed lightly, patting Jiang Xiaofan's shoulder gently.

Suddenly, he remembered Feng Mo, his roommate at Tianshu East Court, who frequented the library every other day. He wondered what irresistible attraction the library held for him.