The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 909: Hong Lian Sacred Body

With the decisive battle approaching, Ling Feng wasted no time. After discussing his breakthrough to the Transformation Realm and surpassing the hundred-meridian limit with Yan Cangtian, he bid farewell and set off to find Yue Yunlan.

He instructed Tuoba Yan to inform their sword team brothers that he likely couldn't join final training today, but might bring good news later.

Now that Tuoba Yan could temporarily leave his side, messenger duty naturally fell to her. However, learning Ling Feng would visit Yue Yunlan alone left Tuoba Yan feeling strangely unsettled.

Though emotionally dense, she vaguely recognized this unfamiliar sensation. It must be what people call "jealousy."

Unfortunately, Ling Feng couldn't make sense of what Tuoba Yan was thinking. All he noticed was the fierce glare she gave him before turning to leave.

"What did I do to upset her this time?"

Shaking his head, Ling Feng made his way to Yue Yunlan's courtyard, hoping she hadn't left yet. Otherwise, he'd have to seek Wen Tingguang at Cangqiong Sect directly. Their friendship should suffice.

Soon arriving at Yue Yunlan's Chuyun Pavilion, Ling Feng noted how sky-tier students enjoyed private residences, while Yue Yunlan's status granted her accommodations rivaling nine-star mentors.

A gentle knock brought a drowsy response.

"Who is it?"

The door opened to reveal Qiao Qiao rubbing sleep from her eyes.

"Miss Qiao Qiao, it's me." Ling Feng performed the fist-and-palm salute. Qiao Qiao's presence confirmed Yue Yunlan was home.

"Ling Feng!" Qiao Qiao's drowsiness vanished instantly. "Haha, you big... ahem." Remembering Yue Yunlan's repeated warnings, she swallowed words like blockhead and forced a smile. "Mr. Ling, what brings you to visit our young lady today?"

As she spoke, she glanced a few times behind Ling Feng and muttered, "Huh? Where's that little attendant of yours? She's usually glued to your side."

Ling Feng smiled awkwardly. The Heart-Devouring Red-Dust Gu had indeed bound him to Tuoba Yan these past months, but its existence wasn't common knowledge.

As he struggled to respond, a snow-white figure emerged gracefully like an untainted lotus.

"Mr. Ling, you've come."

Yue Yunlan's transcendent beauty momentarily stunned even Ling Feng, though he quickly recovered with a salute. "Miss Yue."

Yue Yunlan gave Ling Feng a slightly annoyed look and said through clenched teeth, “Mr. Ling, when there’s no one else around, just call me Yunlan.”

"Heh..." Ling Feng rubbed the bridge of his nose and smiled. "Alright, Yunlan."

He gave Yue Yunlan a good look, then smiled and asked, "Your cultivation has improved quite a bit, hasn't it?"

"Yes. Mother awakened my Hong Lian Sacred Body after my eighteenth birthday."

Yue Yunlan blushed faintly, hiding nothing from him.

"Hong Lian Sacred Body?" Ling Feng nodded appreciatively. "Congratulations. Countless martial practitioners dream of such innate gifts."

During his previous visit to treat Sect Leader Yue Zhonglian, he'd sensed the formidable power radiating from Yue Yunlan's mother. Perhaps rivaling her husband's.

Judging from the aura Yue Yunlan gave off, she truly did seem to carry the same lineage as the sect leader's wife.

"Enough about me." Yue Yunlan bit her lip playfully. "You never visit without purpose, Mr. Ling. What brings you here today?"

"..."

Ling Feng chuckled awkwardly and rubbed the back of his head. Come to think of it, every time he came to her, it was always to ask for a favor.

"Truthfully, I need your help with something important."

Qiao Qiao immediately puffed her cheeks. "At least flatter our young lady first, you block..."

"Qiao Qiao, don't be rude," Yue Yunlan said, shaking her head before turning back. "Mr. Ling, you've saved me multiple times. Ten requests wouldn't be too many."

"It's not much," Ling Feng said, taking a deep breath before quickly getting to the point.

"So you want to look up some information on the ancient Huangji Sect in our Cangqiong Sect's Qingji Pavilion?"

Yue Yunlan frowned lightly, showing a hint of hesitation.

"What's the matter? Is it going to be a hassle?" Ling Feng asked calmly.

"Not exactly." She shook her head. "But Qingji Pavilion requires Father's personal authorization. Let's go see him."

Relief washed over Ling Feng. "Thank you, Yunlan."

"No need for thanks." Her smile returned. "With this information, your East Court Sword Team's chances against the Royal Sword Team should improve."

"Mhmm, then I'll take your kind words to heart," Ling Feng smiled warmly. Being with a woman as gentle and intelligent as Yue Yunlan always made him feel completely at ease.

"Our entire sword team roots for Tianwei Academy's triumph." Yue Yunlan's gaze deepened. "And Mr. Ling... I know about your wager with Yan Jinghong. You must win. Because I couldn't bear losing... such a dear friend."

"I will win." Ling Feng met her earnest eyes briefly before looking away.

He recognized her feelings, but currently pursued only one thing.

Power!

Power enough to crush even the gods above!

Sensing Ling Feng's evasive gaze, Yue Yunlan felt a pang of bitterness. She shook her head with a smile and said softly, "Mr. Ling, let's go."

"Yes."

Taking a steadying breath, Ling Feng followed her lead.

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