The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 1108: A Fine Show

From deep within the cavern came a strange, sinister sound.

Lin Canglang sat before an ancient qin. With every stroke of the strings, waves of sound poured out, each note infused with the Devil's Love-Forgetting Curse. The invisible resonance seeped through the stone door, slipped into the chamber beyond, and stabbed straight into Ling Feng's mind.

If Ling Feng had been caught unprepared, the curse would have stirred the Gu marks sealed in his sea of mind. Once awakened, they would quickly strip him of control until nothing remained of himself.

For a cultivator, the sea of mind was the most fragile place of all. The branded marks that lay hidden there were like mines buried deep underground. If they were set off, there would be no way to stop the devastation.

Yet from the start, Lin Canglang's scheme was doomed.

"Ugh..."

Ling Feng let out a low groan and clutched his head. His cry of pain rang through the chamber. A teacup toppled from the table, and even the stone table itself was overturned. His entire body convulsed as though driven to madness, thrashing about in unbearable torment.

The noise jolted Lin Xian'er awake. She rushed forward in panic and threw her arms around him. "Ling Feng, what's wrong? What's happening to you?"

Ling Feng only roared like a wild beast. A surge of elemental force blasted out from his body and hurled Lin Xian'er aside.

"Pft!"

Blood spilled from her lips as she hit the ground. Dazed, she raised her tear-filled eyes to Ling Feng. "Ling Feng, what's happening to you? Don't frighten me like this!"

Outside, Lin Canglang and the Blood Sword Heavenly Lord broke into cruel laughter.

"Hahaha! It worked. No matter how extraordinary Ling Feng may be, he is still only at the Spiritual Element Realm. How could he resist the Corpse Fiend Gu Curse?"

Lin Canglang's fingers flew across the strings. The cursed melody pulsed on and on, carrying the Devil's Love-Forgetting power with each note. Even Blood Sword Heavenly Lord felt his chest tighten, his mind grow restless, and his killing intent rise toward the surface.

The music alone was a tool to shake the mind. Combined with the Corpse Fiend Gu Curse, it was meant to be flawless!

And indeed, as the rhythm quickened, Ling Feng's madness grew worse. His eyes turned blood-red, and he smashed apart everything within reach.

In truth, Ling Feng was fighting desperately to contain the curse marks inside his mind. Out of caution, he had left only ten of them behind, sealed beneath the Tianbai Emperor's spiritual manifestation, so that he could make his act of resisting more convincing. Even so, the killing urge gnawed at him endlessly.

If the countless marks had all been detonated, he would already be nothing more than Lin Canglang's puppet!

"Kill!"

To sell the illusion, Ling Feng attacked in a frenzy. His palm strike blasted open a gaping hole in the chamber wall.

Lin Xian'er tried to rush forward again, but Ling Feng seized her by the throat and flung her across the room.

"Pft!"

She slammed against the wall, spat out another mouthful of blood, and collapsed in unconsciousness.

"Kill!"

Ling Feng's gaze burned scarlet, his killing intent so fierce it seemed to freeze the air.

"Hehe, now he has lost all sense of kin or bond," Lin Canglang muttered with satisfaction.

The old Ling Feng had already been destroyed. What remained was nothing more than the most loyal hound, bound to his will.

The music shifted. Ling Feng's violent aura faded, but his eyes grew vacant and lifeless. His movements stiffened, and he stepped forward mechanically before bowing low. "Master..."

Lin Canglang frowned. "Something feels wrong. The Corpse Fiend Gu Curse controls the heart and mind, but it should not make the body this rigid."

Ling Feng felt a stab of alarm. Had he pushed the act too far?

Before suspicion could deepen, the Blood Sword Heavenly Lord chuckled. "The boy is only in the Spiritual Element Realm. The curse was crafted for a demon emperor. For someone like him, the force is too great. No wonder he looks half-witted."

Lin Canglang nodded after a moment's thought. "That makes sense. This is my first time using the Corpse Fiend Gu Curse. A deviation in effect is no surprise."

Ling Feng breathed quietly in relief. It seemed he had passed the test.

Earlier, when he struck Lin Xian'er, he had made the attack appear merciless while carefully holding back his strength. If Lin Canglang had not been blinded by his own confidence, he might have noticed the flaws.

"Ling Feng," Lin Canglang sneered, "You have fallen into my hands after all. You wanted to see that old geezer Duanmu? Very well. I will grant your wish."

He clapped his hands sharply. "Bring that old geezer from the dungeon! Let master and disciple meet again. This will be a fine show!"

"Yes!"

A Blood God Cult disciple hurried away. Soon he returned, dragging Duanmu Qingshan.

Moments later, Duanmu Qingshan stumbled into view. His body was covered with whip scars, his hair disheveled, his eyes hollow. Thin as a skeleton, he was no longer the elegant drunken immortal. It was plain he had endured unspeakable torment.

"Lin Canglang, you beast! May you die a wretched death!"

Duanmu Qingshan's voice was hoarse and weak, his curses carrying little strength.

"Old ghost, you repeat the same words every day. Can you not think of something new?"

Lin Canglang's laughter rang out cold. "Today, I will show you someone. Your beloved disciple, Ling Feng."

"Ling Feng? Feng'er?"

Duanmu Qingshan's head snapped up. He bellowed in fury, "Lies! Feng'er would never fall into your hands! Impossible! He will kill you, monster. He will tear you apart!"

"Tsk, tsk."

Lin Canglang smirked. "Your faith in him runs deep. I admit, he is an exceptional disciple. The moment he learned you were in my hands, he grew desperate."

"You... devil! You beast!"

Duanmu Qingshan cursed, but a cult disciple behind him kicked him to the ground. "Old wretch, how dare you insult my master?"

"Let him shout," Lin Canglang said with a grin. "His mouth is the only weapon left to him."

Then his smile sharpened. "Old thing, today I will show mercy and let you meet your disciple. Ling Feng, come forward and greet your master!"

Ling Feng stepped up. When he saw Duanmu's battered state, fury burned in his chest, but his expression remained calm and indifferent, betraying nothing.

"Feng'er, it is you. It is really you!"

Duanmu Qingshan's heart sank like a stone. His disciple had been captured too. It was finished. All hope was lost!

"Well, old geezer, were you still hoping your disciple would save you? Too bad. That hope is gone!"

Lin Canglang's voice turned ice-cold. He jabbed a finger toward Duanmu and shouted, "Ling Feng, kill that old geezer!"