The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 1132: Cure It by Cutting It Off

"Daddy, you'll be all right. Once you recover, we'll go save Brother together. We'll bring him back, I promise."

Feng Chan wiped the tears from her face, forcing herself to suppress the urge to cry. At that very moment, she had to appear strong.

"Ah... Chan'er..."

The head of the Feng family clenched his fists. He despised himself for being so careless, for falling into the Tiejian Sect leader's trap.

Then, a mocking voice echoed across the courtyard.

"Hahaha, how touching. What a lovely display of fatherly love."

The courtyard doors burst open with a loud crash. Qi Hongwu strode in, surrounded by several Feng clan elders. His eyes gleamed with amusement, as if watching a farce.

"What's this, my dear Second Young Miss? I already kept my promise and let you see your father, yet you still refuse to behave and agree to marry me?"

Qi Hongwu threw back his head and laughed. His beard quivered with the motion, making him look every bit the lecherous old goat he was.

"You treat my father like this and still expect me to marry you? Give him the antidote. Now!"

Feng Chan's voice was cold as ice, her hand outstretched.

"No need to rush," Qi Hongwu said with a chuckle. His greedy gaze lingered on her face, her figure, her trembling hands. The lust in his eyes was nauseating.

He knew she was meant to be offered to the Tianluo Ancestor, but before that happened, such beauty shouldn't go to waste.

And those other two girls weren't bad either. Eventually, they too would belong to him. For now, he only needed to deal with Feng Chan first.

"Of course, if you agree to accompany me tonight, I might consider giving your father the antidote. It'll ease his pain!"

Qi Hongwu's throat moved as he swallowed. His eyes burned with desire, undressing her with every glance.

"Chan'er, don't agree! Run! I-I'll hold him off!"

The patriarch forced himself upright, summoning what little elemental force he had left. He swung a fist at Qi Hongwu, but before it landed, the sect leader began chanting an incantation. The patriarch's body froze, his mind exploded with pain, and his vision went black. His raised arm dropped helplessly as he fell to the ground, trembling and twitching uncontrollably.

"Still daring to resist? Truly a stubborn old dog!"

Qi Hongwu sneered, then looked at Feng Chan. His tone sharpened. "Well? You're a good daughter, aren't you? Surely you don't want to watch your father suffer like this."

Feng Chan bit down hard on her lip. Her eyes swept over the Feng family elders, her uncles, her seniors, yet not one of them met her gaze. They all looked away in silence.

So these were her elders!

These were the pillars of her family!

The grand elder sighed softly. He wanted to help, but he couldn't. Anyone who defied Qi Hongwu would trigger the curse within their bodies. When it struck, it felt as though countless venomous insects were devouring the brain and tearing at the soul. Each time it flared, the poison grew stronger, the pain worse than death itself.

After suffering that torment even once, who would still dare resist the Tiejian Sect leader?

Defy him, and they would end up just like the patriarch!

"I..."

Despair filled Feng Chan's heart. If sacrificing herself could save her father, perhaps she should do it.

"Second Young Miss, have you forgotten what I told you?"

A thought from Ling Feng's spiritual consciousness echoed in her mind. She turned her head and saw him rise slowly to his feet. He stepped forward and stood between her and Qi Hongwu. Stretching lazily, he said, "Hey, sect leader of the Green Hat Sect, trying to get a woman by threatening her father? That's pathetic!"

"Hmph. This is my affair. You have no right to interfere!"

Qi Hongwu's expression darkened. This brat thinks I won’t kill him?

"Why wouldn't it concern me? The Second Young Miss's brother is my sworn brother. That makes her my little sister. As long as she's not married, I'm closer to her than you'll ever be."

Ling Feng pointed straight at Qi Hongwu's nose. "Besides, you old turtle, your face says it all. You've got kidney deficiency and impotence. What are you even in such a hurry for?"

"Pfft!"

"Hahaha!"

Fatty Huang and Lan Yingying burst into laughter before quickly covering their mouths, realizing the tension of the moment. Their faces turned red, but they couldn't completely stop the snickers.

"You!"

Qi Hongwu's face turned crimson. "You're asking for death!"

"Struck a nerve, did I? Feeling jumpy now?"

Ling Feng folded his arms and smiled. "If it's that bad, you should just cure it once and for all. Cut it off. It's useless anyway."

"Bastard! I'll kill you!"

Qi Hongwu trembled with fury. He raised his hand, his aura exploding outward. The burst of energy sent several weaker disciples flying.

"Stop!"

Feng Chan darted forward, shielding Ling Feng with her body. She shot him a quick glance filled with gratitude, then turned to face Qi Hongwu again. "Leave first. I... I need time to think!"

"Hmph!"

Qi Hongwu gave Ling Feng a cold glare. His killing intent deepened, but he forced it down. He still needed Feng Chan alive to offer her to the Tianluo Ancestor.

"Boy, people who can't keep their mouths shut don't live long."

Having lost his mood, Qi Hongwu turned and swept his sleeve as he left with the Feng family elders.

When they were finally gone, Ling Feng quietly cursed. "That old fox! Everywhere he goes, he drags along the Feng family's Human Emperor experts as his shields!"

He rubbed his nose. If not for those guards, he would have summoned the Despicable Donkey and crippled the old scoundrel right there.

Feng Chan knelt beside her unconscious father. Her expression dimmed. She turned to Ling Feng, her voice firm. "Mr. Ling, you're the only one I can rely on now."

"I'll do my best!"

Ling Feng once again placed his hand on the Feng family patriarch's wrist.

Previously he had only sensed a deadly poison. But now, after closer examination, he realized it was two poisons combined. One part attacked the mind, while the other corroded the body.

It would take great skill to purge them completely.

But to Ling Feng, who had already obtained the latter volume of The Profound Art of Acupuncture and Moxibustion, this was far from impossible.