Chapter 331: Drunken Pavilion!

Chapter 331: Drunken Pavilion!

Half a month had passed in the blink of an eye.

Ling Feng had been living peacefully at Tianwei Academy. Even the young prince, Mo Lin, seemed to have vanished without a trace, no longer troubling Ling Feng or pestering Qin Wanwan.

Of course, Ling Feng could guess the reason behind this sudden disappearance.

Mo Lin's vitality diagram had been altered by Zifeng who had drained much of his kidney vitality. Naturally, he had lost his abilities as a normal male and was unable to perform manly functions.

It was likely that Mo Lin was frantically seeking medical treatment, too preoccupied to cause any trouble.

Ling Feng estimated that, aside from him with his own Profound Art of Acupuncture and Moxibustion, there was probably no one else capable of curing Mo Lin's dysfunction.

Of course, there was always a chance for a miracle.

However, according to Ling Feng's assessment, if Mo Lin's condition persisted for another six months or so, his "little brother" would likely fall off on its own. At that point, no immortality pill or miraculous medicine would be able to restore him to being a normal man.

After more than half a month of various studies and training, the rare two-day monthly break had finally arrived!

The roommates at Tianshu East Court took advantage of the rare break to either rest or train. Ouyang Jing, as expected, seized the opportunity to take Zhou Yun out for some sightseeing.

For the first time, Ling Feng decided to leave Tianwei Academy voluntarily.

Having been in the imperial capital for almost two months, he felt it was time to write a letter to the Wenxian Sect where he was the sect leader. He wanted to inquire about its situation. This way, he could avoid disappointing the sect members.

...

Ling Feng had an excellent memory. As soon as he arrived, he memorized the map of the imperial capital clearly. After quickly completing his errands, he was ready to relax.

Following the enticing aroma of wine, Ling Feng made his way to a tavern called the "Drunken Pavilion," where the scent of the wine was the most potent!

He ordered seven or eight dishes made from fourth-tier demonic beasts and three jars of fine wine, feeling satisfied as he handed the menu back to the waiter.

Liu Shengjie was a member of the West Court's sword team and one of its top fighters. Hearing that the East Court's sword team claimed it would sweep away all the other sword teams naturally made him furious.

"That mad dog! One of my brothers, who had no grudge against him, simply told him not to be so arrogant, yet he dared to break the arm of that earth-tier student from the West Court!

"And this is Junior Sister Yan'er," Yan Chong introduced the girl beside him to Liu Shengjie and the others. "She almost got humiliated by that beast! Yan'er, tell the senior brothers how that monster mistreated you!"

"Is that true?" Liu Shengjie slapped the table and stood up, grabbing Yan'er's hand and putting on a concerned expression.

"Boo hoo..." Bai Yan'er wept, leaning into Liu Shengjie's chest, her sobs shaking his heart. "Senior Brother Liu, you must get justice for me!"

"Fuck!" Liu Shengjie, feeling hot all over from her touch, no longer cared whether the story was true. He hugged the girl tightly and cursed, "That damned animal! When I return to Tianwei Academy, I will make sure he gets the punishment he deserves!"

"Hehehe!" Yan Chong's lips curled into a satisfied smile as he thought coldly: Ling Feng, you are done for!

After plotting for half a month, Yan Chong finally chose Liu Shengjie. Liu was strong, lecherous, and hot-tempered—a perfect and brainless pawn.

Such a person was ideal for manipulation!

...

As the saying went, coincidences created the best stories. Ling Feng was idly waiting for his food when he suddenly overheard someone mentioning Tianwei Academy. His interest piqued, he began to listen more intently. As he continued to eavesdrop, he realized that someone was plotting to use others to kill him.

What a vicious scheme!

"Very well! This is excellent!"

Ling Feng muttered, resting his chin on his hand as his eyes flashed with cold light.

He vaguely remembered that Yan Chong was a lackey of Mo Lin. After half a month of silence, it seemed they were finally making a move against him.

And the funniest part was, he had stumbled upon it by chance!

Without hesitation, Ling Feng slowly walked over toward Liu Shengjie and the others.