The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 1130: Blood of the Great Wilderness

"Second Young Miss, it is time you accepted your fate. Come home with your husband obediently! Heh heh heh..."

Qi Hongwu grinned with malicious delight. He had waited at the Feng family estate for a long time, and now, the credit for capturing Feng Chan alive was about to fall squarely into his hands.

Feng Chan bit down on her lip until it bled. Her palms were pale from the force of her clenched fists. She felt completely abandoned, as if the last bit of support in her heart had crumbled away.

Her legs weakened, and she nearly collapsed.

"Ah..."

Ling Feng let out a quiet sigh. With a single stride, he reached Feng Chan's side and gently supported her. His gaze turned to Qi Hongwu, his voice cold.

"To reach such a level of shamelessness is rare indeed. On the surface, you claim to be marrying a concubine. In truth, you are only offering her to that cuckolded old ancestor of yours. Could it be that everyone on Tianluo Island takes pride in such disgrace, wearing each other's green hats as if it were an honor?"

"You brat, what did you just say?"

Qi Hongwu's eyes darkened. He clenched his fists, and the cracking of his joints rang out like beans frying in a hot pan.

"Are you looking for death?"

The murderous intent on Qi Hongwu's face thickened. The aura of a Human Emperor burst forth violently.

Even worse, the Feng family elders around them also revealed killing intent and closed in, encircling Ling Feng and his companions.

Ling Feng's brows furrowed slightly. With so many Human Emperors gathered, even the Despicable Donkey might be overwhelmed.

"Second Young Miss, go with them back to the Feng family. He doesn't know that we killed that old cuckold. All you need to do is stall him for now. I have a way to break the control over your father and the clan elders. I can see that you are of great importance to that Tianluo Ancestor. As for how you put on the act, follow your own judgment. I will let Zifeng merge with you temporarily. With Zifeng by your side, that man cannot touch you."

Ling Feng's spiritual consciousness voice sounded in Feng Chan's mind. Her pupils contracted, but she quickly steadied herself.

At that point, she had no choice but to place her trust in Ling Feng.

"Very well. I will go with you!"

Feng Chan clenched her delicate fists, stepped forward from behind Ling Feng, and said through gritted teeth, "But I must see my father first!"

"Of course."

The sect leader of the Tiejian Sect lit up with joy when he heard Feng Chan's agreement. He waved for the Feng elders to step back, then laughed heartily. "That is how it should be. If you wed me, your father will become my honored father-in-law. Naturally, I will treat him with the utmost respect."

"And my friends. You must not harm them either!"

Feng Chan bit down on her lip and declared firmly, "If you refuse, I will cut my throat and die here and now!"

"Absolutely not!"

Qi Hongwu's eyelids twitched violently. He nodded at once. "You cannot die. Since these people are your friends, I will not trouble them. Whether they wish to leave or stay, let them do as they please."

Ling Feng arched his brow. As he suspected, the only reason Qi Hongwu had the patience to bicker with Feng Chan was because he feared she might take her own life. Now that he had grasped this weakness, he held at least a sliver of initiative.

"Heh, of course I am staying. Since you green-hat bastards take pride in your disgrace, if there is to be a wedding, how could I not attend in person?"

Ling Feng laughed loudly.

"You..."

Qi Hongwu clenched his fists again, drawing deep breaths one after another. He seared Ling Feng's face into memory and thought darkly, "Once that girl has lost her value, the first one to die will be you!"

"Hmph!"

With a flick of his sleeve, Qi Hongwu turned and returned to the Feng family.

Once there, he had Feng Chan and the others confined to a separate courtyard. He did not mistreat them further and even agreed to Feng Chan's request to see her father.

Afterward, Qi Hongwu left, no doubt to inform the Tianluo Ancestor that Feng Chan had been captured.

"Whew..."

Once Qi Hongwu was gone, Feng Chan finally let out a long breath. She turned to Ling Feng with a bitter look. "Mr. Ling, thank you for speaking up for me earlier."

"A real man would stand up against such a shameless old thief."

Ling Feng gave her a faint smile.

"Uh..."

Fatty Huang, who was lifting a teacup while eyeing the pastries on the table, twitched at Ling Feng's words.

"Ahem..."

His face turned awkward as he comforted himself silently. He had not found the right moment to speak up, that was all. Yes, that had to be it!

He took a deep breath, then reached for the pastries again. Before he could take a bite, Ling Feng flicked his finger and sent out a thread of qi, shaking his head.

"Brother Huang, those pastries are not clean."

"What?"

Fatty Huang looked up at Ling Feng. "Th... that cannot be, right?"

"Why do you think the Feng family listens so obediently to that old man? They must all be poisoned."

Ling Feng gestured lightly with his chin. "In short, be cautious."

"I knew it."

Feng Chan's brows knit together. She ground her teeth. "That vile wretch. My father must have fallen to his treachery!"

"For poison that even a Human Emperor cannot dispel, it will not be simple."

Ling Feng rubbed his chin. Fortunately, the Feng family was lucky enough that he was here.

Ling Feng would not claim he could cure every poison in the world, but at the very least he could handle ninety-nine point nine percent of them.

"Do not worry. When your father arrives, I will see if I can purge the poison from his body. Once he regains his strength, the Tiejian Sect's scheming old fox will no longer be able to run wild."

Ling Feng gave a faint smile. As the saying went, even the most careful plans had their flaws. No matter how cunning the Tiejian Sect's leader was, how could he possibly have guessed that the "useless pretty face" happened to be the heir of the Medical Saint?

...

Far away, on a desolate island, there stood a mountain built from tens of thousands of bones, towering beneath a blackened sky.

The wind howled like the weeping of lost souls. Tattered robes flapped like angry wails of resentment. Malevolent qi and endless grievances condensed from countless bones and swirled about, refusing to disperse.

That white mountain of death rose like snow against the dark sky.

At its summit sat a towering man!

He was over two meters tall, his scarlet hair falling past his shoulders, whipping madly in the wind. His eyes held no trace of human warmth. They were cold, indifferent to all life, and contemptuous of the world itself.

Alone, he stood above ten thousand bones, his presence like that of the master of heaven and earth.

A sinister aura spread endlessly from him, as if he were an Asura who had crawled out from the deepest hell. A single glance from afar was enough to make one's hair stand on end.

From the distant sky, a massive owl-like beast descended. The red-haired man reached out casually and plucked a bamboo tube tied to its leg.

Moments later, he threw back his head and roared with laughter.

"Hahaha! At last! The Feng clan's son and daughter, one yin and one yang, blood pure from the Great Wilderness. They are destined to belong to me!"

Swoosh!

In the next instant, a streak of blood light flashed. The red-haired man vanished without a trace.