The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 452: No Banquet Comes Without a Price!

"How do you know these things?"

Ling Feng stared coldly at Li Muqing, his entire being radiating murderous intent. Under the pressure of his Slaughterous Sword Will, even passerbyers shuddered involuntarily.

"Oh my god, what is happening? Where is this murderous aura coming from?"

"It's terrifying. So the Slaughterous Sword Will hasn't been lost after all?"

"Such a fearsome Slaughterous Sword Will, and it was comprehended by such a young man... Judging by his attire, he seems to be a student of Tianwei Academy!"

The bustling imperial capital naturally gathered countless martial artists, and this busy area was no exception.

Martial arts experts were everywhere, some of whom could clearly sense the chilling sword will. It was indeed the legendary Slaughterous Sword Will.

Ling Feng hadn't anticipated that a few days later, rumors would spread in the capital about a "Slaughterous Sword Master" appearing at Tianwei Academy. Like the notorious Enchantress Bingyun and the Little Sword God Li Bufan, Ling Feng had finally earned a title of his own.

It had a certain imposing ring to it.

Though that was a story for another time.

Right now, Ling Feng couldn't care less about exposing his strength. The Profound Art of Acupuncture and Moxibustion was of immense significance to him.

Li Muqing's lips twitched, but he forced a smile and said, "Well, are you interested in coming with me now? I’ll take you to someone who will make everything clear."

Ling Feng snorted, not caring about Li Muqing's possible schemes, and coldly said, "Lead the way!"

"Follow me!" Li Muqing breathed a sigh of relief, wiping the sweat from his forehead. For a moment there, he had nearly been scared out of his wits.

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Fortunately, just as Yan Jingfeng had predicted, Ling Feng took the bait at the mention of the Profound Art of Acupuncture and Moxibustion.

Now, it was time to follow through with the plan.

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Led by Li Muqing, the two of them headed towards the northern outskirts of the imperial capital.

Finally, after more than half an hour, Li Muqing stopped outside an estate.

This was a property of the Li family, now under Li Muqing's personal ownership.

"Ling Feng, this is my Xiaoyun Estate. Please, come in." Li Muqing pushed open the gate. Inside the estate, there were only a few servants. Beyond that, there was hardly a soul for miles.

Ling Feng snorted and strode into the estate, following Li Muqing into a grand hall. There, he saw a man in a green robe, sitting cross-legged behind a qin while plucking its strings and playing a haunting melody.

Beside him, two dancing girls moved gracefully to the music, adding a touch of elegance to the scene.

"Brother Yan, I have brought Ling Feng," Li Muqing said to Yan Jingfeng, visibly relieved as he quickly took a seat beside him away from Ling Feng's intimidating presence.

The music abruptly stopped. Yan Jingfeng didn’t rise but glanced at Ling Feng with a slight smile. "Brother Ling, I’ve long admired your reputation."

"You, your surname is Yan?"

Ling Feng narrowed his eyes and asked.

"I am Yan Jingfeng." Yan Jingfeng waved his sleeve, signaling the dancing girls to leave, and then gestured to a seat on his right. "Brother Ling, won't you join us?"

Ling Feng understood. So he's from the Yan family. No wonder.

"No banquet comes without a price," Ling Feng said coldly. "We are not familiar enough to call each other brothers. Why did you bring me here?"

"Brother Ling, given the relationship between your esteemed ancestor and our Yan family, our families are close. Why be so distant?" Yan Jingfeng replied, smiling warmly.

"Close families, indeed." Ling Feng squinted but didn't rush to act. He sat down on Yan Jingfeng’s left and asked, "I'm curious, how did you recognize me?"

"Brother Ling, your Profound Meridian Sealing Technique is unparalleled. Though my knowledge is limited, my eyesight is not."

Yan Jingfeng smiled faintly. Smart people don’t need to spell everything out.

Just from the mention of the Profound Meridian Sealing Technique, Ling Feng knew that Yan Jingfeng had learned about it from the Lu family dandy he had disciplined that day.

Ling Feng inwardly regretted his carelessness, not expecting that his casual actions would be discovered by the Yan family.

"Brother Ling must have some misunderstandings about our Yan family," Yan Jingfeng said with a smile. "Actually, our Yan family has always respected Old Master Ling. If we had known that his heir was around, we would have spared no effort to bring you back to the Yan family and treat you well."

"Hmph!" Ling Feng snorted, not speaking further. What hypocrisy. When my grandfather, Ling Kun, went to reclaim the second volume of The Profound Art of Acupuncture and Moxibustion, how had these so-called close families treated him?

Besides, he had killed Yan Jinghong's cousin and Yan Jinghong's woman, creating an irreconcilable conflict.

Yan Jingfeng laughed heartily, stood up from his seat, picked up a wine jug and a cup, walked over to Ling Feng, and said, "Brother Ling, let me first offer you a toast as an apology."

He then moved to pour wine into Ling Feng's cup.

Ling Feng sneered, releasing his aura to pressure Yan Jingfeng. Holding the wine cup became a difficult task for him.

"Brother Ling, do you think I would poison you?" Yan Jingfeng laughed loudly. "Poisoning the heir of the Medical Saint would be like showing off one's skills before an expert. Fine, I will drink three cups as punishment!"

Yan Jingfeng laughed, poured three cups, and drank them all in one go.

"How about now, Brother Ling? Will you not give me face?"

Ling Feng squinted, picked up his cup, let Yan Jingfeng fill it, and drank it in one gulp.

The wine is excellent!

On the table, the incense smoke curled up, its fragrance blending into the air like dancing fairies or a battlefield of clashing metal and filled the room with an overpowering aroma. Ling Feng couldn't help but take a deep breath. The incense is also excellent!

"Now, can you tell me about The Profound Art of Acupuncture and Moxibustion?"

Ling Feng squinted, staring coldly at Yan Jingfeng.

"Brother Ling, you are really not one for small talk." Yan Jingfeng put down the wine jug with a slight smile.

"When interacting with others, there can be small talk. Unfortunately, you are not one of those people." Ling Feng played with the wine cup in his hand, and then pointed to the incense burner on the table and said, "This incense is not bad."

"Indeed, it isn’t."

Yan Jingfeng's expression twisted slightly as he tossed the wine jug aside and swiftly struck at Ling Feng's shoulder with his palm.

Ling Feng instinctively dodged back, but a burst of wind from Yan Jingfeng's fingers shot toward his chest. Ling Feng squinted and smiled, suddenly unleashing the Lingtian Sword Force, which sent Yan Jingfeng flying several zhang away.

Yan Jingfeng stumbled back several steps before stabilizing himself. His face showed a triumphant expression. "Brother Ling, even with a thousand wits, you didn't anticipate that the combination of incense and fine wine could create the Immortal Drunkenness that would make you drunk for three days and nights! The more you use your true qi, the faster the medicinal strength acts!"

Ling Feng glanced at the incense burner on the table, his expression changing slightly. Immortal Drunkenness wasn’t a poison and could even be beneficial to the body. However, once ingested, it would cause a period of dizziness, akin to being drunk, hence its name.

As Yan Jingfeng said, the medicinal strength spread faster than Ling Feng could have imagined. He felt his legs go weak and collapsed onto the table, glaring at Yan Jingfeng with hatred. "Lowly scoundrel!"

"A true man is limitless and ruthless!"

Yan Jingfeng rubbed his chin and sneered. "Brother Ling, hand over The Profound Art of Acupuncture and Moxibustion, and I might let you go!"