The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 149: You Are Not Qualified to Be the Sect Leader!

"Hmph, it appears that as the sect leader, you don't have anyone's support at all!"

Duanmu Qingshan burst into laughter upon seeing Lin Canglang's face alternating between shades of green and white, resembling a jumping clown.

"This is outrageous!" Lin Canglang clenched his fists tightly and roared again, "Where are the peak leaders? Why aren't you leading the disciples of your peaks to suppress the rebels!"

With these words spoken, although some peak leaders still hesitated, since the sect leader had already named names, they dared not disobey. They could only gather their disciples and initiate a siege against Ling Feng and his master.

While those disciples were reluctant to act against Ling Feng, they couldn't defy their master's orders and had to obey obediently.

Almost instantly, a formation of thousands of disciples, under the orchestration of the peak leaders, surrounded Ling Feng and his master in layers, creating an immensely vast encirclement.

"Hmph!"

The situation took another turn. Lin Canglang sneered coldly and shouted, "What are you waiting for? Capture those two rebels!"

"Feixing Peak disciples, attack!"

Yang Wei's voice thundered as he led over a hundred disciples from Feixing Peak, charging out boldly.

Following their lead, disciples from Cangyun Peak and Tianjian Peak also yelled and rushed forward to join the attack.

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Duanmu Qingshan's expression darkened, and a hint of sadness flashed in his eyes as he turned to Ling Feng. Reaching into his robes, he retrieved a thin booklet and said solemnly, "Little Feng, this is the Sword Scripture that Lin Canglang covets. Take it and flee. I will confront that scoundrel!"

Ling Feng caught the Sword Scripture and nonchalantly stored it in his storage spirit ring, and smiled faintly. "Master, it seems you've overlooked something!"

With that, Ling Feng took out the sect leader's token of the Wenxian Sect, holding it aloft and shouting, "The sect leader's token is here. Let's see who dares to act!"

The sect leader's token, a symbol of the sect leader, held the same reverence as the leader himself when presented.

With the sect leader's token in hand, Ling Feng radiated the authority befitting a sect leader.

Immediately, the charging disciples came to a halt, turning their heads to look at their respective peak leaders.

In turn, those peak leaders stared back at Lin Canglang in a state of bewilderment, uncertain of how to proceed.

"Ah, I see now!" Duanmu Qingshan's eyes brightened. When he had entrusted the sect leader's token to Ling Feng, it was solely to ensure Ling Feng's complete protection through the token's embedded array.

Little did he anticipate that this small token would play such a pivotal role today.

"You fool, I am the true sect leader of the Wenxian Sect!" Lin Canglang nearly spat blood from anger, his voice icy. "All disciples, obey my command! Kill! Kill them!"

"Ridiculous! The sect leader's token has been passed down through generations by our founding ancestor. Seeing the token is akin to seeing the sect leader!" Ling Feng raised the token high, his gaze sharp and cold as he stared down Lin Canglang. "Lin Canglang, I wonder who holds greater authority: you, the current sect leader, or the founding ancestor of the Wenxian Sect?"

Gasp!

With Ling Feng's words, the several peak leaders standing beside Lin Canglang were dumbfounded.

Ling Feng's words were cutting to the core. If Ling Feng were to use the sect leader's token to mobilize the disciples of the Wenxian Sect, wouldn't they all have to turn against them?

"You!" Lin Canglang was not one to hold back, bellowing, "Ling Feng, you are nothing but a traitor! What right do you have to wield the sect leader's token? I am the rightful heir, chosen by the previous sect leader!"

Lin Canglang raised the sword in his hand high, roaring, "Disciples, why haven't you subdued those two rebels yet? Do you all wish to betray the sect?"

"Lin Canglang, you are not qualified to be the sect leader!"

Amidst the endless argument between the two sides, a resounding shout pierced the air. Shortly after, an elderly man with white hair descended from the sky and landed gracefully beside Duanmu Qingshan.

This man was none other than Elder Yao from the medicinal pavilion.

"Senior Brother Yao, it's you!" Duanmu Qingshan's face lit up with recognition upon seeing the familiar figure.

"Yes, it's me." Elder Yao sighed deeply, tears streaming down his weathered face. "Junior Brother Duanmu, you've endured so much over the years."

Observing Elder Yao siding with Duanmu Qingshan, Lin Canglang's expression darkened, his teeth grinding together. "Senior Uncle Yao, what is the meaning of this? Are you also collaborating with these rebels to betray the Wenxian Sect?"

"Lin Canglang, you are not fit to represent the Wenxian Sect!" Elder Yao took a deep breath, his cold gaze fixed upon Lin Canglang. "Do you truly believe that your actions, along with the previous sect leader, had gone unnoticed?"

"You... I have no idea what you're talking about!" Anger twisted Lin Canglang's features. "Senior Uncle Yao, you're growing old. It would be wise for you to retire to the medicinal pavilion and refrain from meddling in these affairs!"

"Hmph, the secrets of the past must be brought to light for all to know! You, along with your master, Lu Tianji, lack the qualifications to lead a sect!"

"So Senior Brother knew what had happened as well..." Duanmu Qingshan clenched his fists tightly, remembering the devastation that had shattered his life, leaving him imprisoned on Little Bamboo Peak for over a decade. Every day, he endured the presence of those responsible for his family's ruin, unable to seek vengeance for his slain wife. The anguish he endured was beyond comprehension.

"Unfortunately, I was too inept at the time to offer you any assistance."

Elder Yao shook his head and sighed, then proceeded to reveal how the former sect leader, Lu Tianji, colluded with his disciples to obtain the scripture. They poisoned Duanmu Qingshan's wife, causing her death, and severely injured his daughter. Finally, they joined forces to attack Duanmu Qingshan.

The disciples present were left in shock. While the Wenxian Sect might have been deemed a third-rate sect, it was still regarded as reputable and righteous. The revelation that the sect leader could be such a hypocrite was utterly unexpected.

"You old scoundrel! Haven’t you said enough?" Lin Canglang finally lost his temper, hoisting the sect leader's token high with his sword. "Regardless, I am the Sect Leader of the Wenxian Sect! Anyone who opposes me is a rebel! I have spoken; those who disobey will be dealt with!"

With a swift motion, Lin Canglang swept his sword out, swiftly executing a dozen stunned disciples nearby.

"Those who dare to defy me will meet the same fate!"

However, this only fueled the discontent among the disciples of the Wenxian Sect towards Lin Canglang. One by one, they turned against him and sided with Ling Feng.

"Senior Uncle Ling has the sect leader's token, and we are willing to follow him!"

"A qualified leader would never draw a sword against his own disciples!"

"Senior Uncle Ling is the one worthy of being the sect leader, while you are just a despicable person!"

"Senior Uncle Ling! Senior Uncle Ling...!"

Even Ling Feng himself was unaware that he had unknowingly attained such a lofty status in the hearts of the disciples of the Wenxian Sect.

Duanmu Qingshan had expected to face a formidable enemy today, but unexpectedly, this formidable force had become his ally!

He tightened his fists, reflecting on how he had always been cautious of Ling Feng, yet eventually chose to trust him completely.

Perhaps his disciple possessed an undeniable charisma that naturally inspired people to follow him, trust him, and stand by his side.

The tide had turned!

Lin Canglang and others, including Li Liang and Yang Wei, were now in a state of panic, their faces drained of color.

"How did things come to this? How did it all go so wrong?"

Lin Canglang clutched his sword tightly, feeling a wave of dizziness sweep over him. Could Ling Feng's influence alone truly be this significant?