The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 11: The Master Takes Action

In the evening, Ling Feng had already administered acupuncture to Duanmu Qingshan, temporarily suppressing the hidden injuries within his body, preventing them from resurging at any moment.

However, to completely heal his hidden injuries, it was necessary to combine it with the assistance of medication.

All of this couldn't be rushed, but under Ling Feng's treatment, Duanmu Qingshan's complexion had already improved significantly.

After collecting a sufficient amount of medicinal herbs, Ling Feng began practicing the martial techniques he had replicated today through the "Heavenly Dao Eye" in the courtyard—Black Wind Claw and Cloud-Chasing Steps.

Although neither of them were extraordinary martial techniques, Ling Feng had never endeavored into martial arts before. The only martial techniques he now possessed were these two.

Even more formidable opponents would come knocking tomorrow. Mastering one or two martial techniques would at least ensure that he wouldn't be completely defenseless.

After all, temporarily replicating martial techniques had its limitations. If faced with a situation where his true qi was suppressed, Ling Feng feared he would only end up in a beaten state.

Ling Feng continued cultivating until the late hours of the night. Only then did he return to his bamboo house, taking advantage of the thirty breaths when the Human Dao Eye was open. He felt the immense spiritual energy of the heavens and earth gathering around his body, causing the true qi within him to surge once again.

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The dawn broke.

Ling Feng got up early, and rushed to a medicinal garden behind Duanmu Qingshan's bamboo tower in the faint light of dawn.

As a physician, Duanmu Qingshan, who was confined within Little Bamboo Peak for over a decade, naturally cultivated his own medicinal herb garden.

Ling Feng took out a bamboo tube and busily collected dew for more than half an hour. Gathering some morning dew was also one of the medicinal ingredients to alleviate the hidden injuries within Duanmu Qingshan's body.

Inside the bamboo tower, Duanmu Qingshan leaned against the railing, murmuring to himself, "This kid..."

Ling Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead, took a deep breath, and placed the bamboo tube in his embrace. Just as he was about to return to his room, he heard footsteps approaching from outside the bamboo tower.

"Hmph, I'd like to see who would beat up the disciples of my Feixing Peak!"

"Senior Brother Shi, you must seek vengeance for us!"

As they spoke, several figures had already halted outside the bamboo tower. Among them was Ren Yifei, who had been driven away yesterday. The leader, however, had changed to a tall, muscular man with a square face.

The man with the square face furrowed his brows and stood with hands behind his back outside the bamboo tower. He pointed with authority and asked angrily, "Kid, were you the one who beat up Ren Yifei yesterday?"

Ling Feng squinted his eyes. Even without thinking, he knew that the newcomers were hostile.

"If I did, I did. What do you want?" Ling Feng clenched his fist, watching the other party warily.

This person's aura was entirely different from Ren Yifei and the others, carrying a faint scent of blood. Clearly, he was the kind of seasoned fighter who had seen many battles.

This kind of person, having experienced numerous life-and-death struggles, had honed both his true qi and martial techniques to a seamless level. Dealing with someone like him would be challenging!

"Arrogant brat!" Shi Tailong coldly stared at Ling Feng like a cold, venomous snake. "Arrogance comes with a price!"

Before he even finished, Shi Tailong had already advanced, taking a step forward like a fierce tiger dashing down from a mountain.

Though it was the same Cloud-Chasing Steps, Shi Tailong's speed was several times faster than Ren Yifei's!

His face was welcomed with a strong wind!

Shi Tailong's muscles were sculpted, unleashing a heart-pounding force.

"Die!"

Shi Tailong made a ruthless move, his claw striking out fiercely, aiming straight for Ling Feng's throat.

Ling Feng's reaction was swift. He activated the Cloud-Chasing Steps to retreat and opened the Heavenly Dao Eye, attempting to replicate Shi Tailong's martial technique.

"Hmph, Cloud-Chasing Steps? You deploy it so pitifully slowly!" Shi Tailong sneered.

Shi Tailong chuckled sinisterly. His claw tore downward, a stream of true qi flowing from his fingertips. His five fingers immediately transformed into five steel knives, slashing toward Ling Feng's chest.

Ling Feng's eyelid twitched suddenly. This form of outwardly released true qi, resembling the transformation of true qi into wings, could not be achieved without profound and refined true qi.

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Shi Tailong had already noticed that Ling Feng was just a cultivator at the third stage of Qi Formation Realm. With the eruption of true qi, he immediately sealed off all of Ling Feng's retreat paths.

"Oh no!" Ling Feng clenched his fists. He was no match for Shi Tailong at all, unless he used the golden needle to stimulate the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head to open the third vertical eye!

However, opening the third vertical eye here might mean that Ling Feng would no longer have a place in the Wenxian Sect.

Just as Ling Feng was at a loss and when his throat was on the brink of being caught by Shi Tailong—

"Get lost!"

Everything happened in a flash!

A tremendous roar erupted from the bamboo tower, followed by a burst of ferocious aura.

With a green flash, Duanmu Qingshan silently leaped down from the bamboo tower, landing beside Ling Feng.

A formless qi burst forth from his body. Shi Tailong's body immediately lost control and was sent flying as he spewed a mouthful of blood in a wild spray!

"So powerful!"

In Ling Feng's eyes, there was an excited expression. His master was incredibly strong, almost frighteningly so!

He just stood there without making a move, and he had sent Shi Tailong flying solely with his imposing aura.

Duanmu Qingshan stood with hands behind his back, coldly staring at the disciples of Feixing Peak outside the bamboo tower. In a cold tone, he said, "You dare to harm my disciple?"

Ren Yifei's legs went weak, and with a plop, he collapsed to the ground.

The aura of Duanmu Qingshan was truly terrifying, far beyond what cultivators of their meager Qi Formation Realm could endure.

"I haven't made a move for a few days and did Yang Wei, that useless fellow, already forget how formidable I am?" The icy tone of Duanmu Qingshan slowly echoed, sending a chill down the spines of Shi Tailong, Ren Yifei, and the others.

A surge of excitement rose in Ling Feng's heart. When would he become as strong as Duanmu Qingshan, who was able to call the peak leader of the Wenxian Sect "useless"?

"Senior Uncle Duanmu, spare... spare my life!" Shi Tailong spat blood as he crawled on his knees, completely devoid of the arrogance from before. He kowtowed repeatedly, "Spare my life! Spare my life!"

"Hmph, you don't even deserve to die by my hands!" Duanmu Qingshan swung his sleeves and said coldly, "Go back and tell Yang Wei that Ling Feng is already my last disciple. If he dares to harm a single hair on Ling Feng, he should consider whether he can withstand my wrath!"

"Yes, yes!"

As if granted mercy, Shi Tailong crawled and rolled, escaping from Little Bamboo Peak. The other disciples from Feixing Peak were all terrified, running away faster than the other, each one in a state of panic.

"Master, thank you for saving me!" Ling Feng turned to Duanmu Qingshan. If Duanmu Qingshan hadn't intervened just now, Shi Tailong might have really taken his life.

Ling Feng remembered this grudge in his mind.

"Don't rejoice too soon. Taking you as my last disciple means inviting endless trouble." Duanmu Qingshan patted Ling Feng's shoulder. "Kid, starting from today, I will pass on my lifelong expertise to you!"

"Thank you, Master!" Ling Feng was overjoyed. Having witnessed Duanmu Qingshan's abilities with his own eyes, learning from him would undoubtedly elevate Ling Feng's skills. In due time, even someone like Yang Wei wouldn't be a concern.

Reclaiming his grandfather’s second volume of The Profound Art of Acupuncture and Moxibustion seemed within reach now!

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