The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 1142: Heaven-Patrolling Angels

"What?"

The entire Feng Family erupted in shock and fury.

So that was the reason their clan had been targeted!

"Damn it! Outrageous!"

Flames of anger surged in Feng Zhengde's eyes. The mastermind behind all this had set their sights on the Feng Clan because they intended to use his children as stepping stones to restore their cultivation!

Indeed, a thousand years ago, a member of the Feng Clan had once awakened a rare and extraordinary bloodline. Once awakened, that bloodline's power surpassed even the Sacred Body. Yet that clansman had been but a fleeting miracle, for in all the centuries that followed, no one else in the Feng Clan had ever possessed it again.

Who could have imagined that his own son and daughter would inherit that same divine gift? But precisely because of it, they had drawn the greed of those with sinister hearts.

"It seems the ancestor of your Feng family must have been a mighty expert who possessed the so-called Blood of the Great Wilderness."

Ling Feng frowned slightly. The reason the Tianluo Ancestor had turned against the Feng Clan was now completely clear. But the identity of the one behind him was surely far more terrifying than they could imagine.

That person might well be one of the Heaven-Patrolling Angels.

(Author's Note: As explained earlier, the Heaven-Patrolling Clan sends some of its weaker members into the lower realms to search for remnants of the child of the Heavenly Dao. Those envoys who descend to act on behalf of the heavens are known as the Heaven-Patrolling Angels.)

Even if the one behind this was not a Heaven-Patrolling Angel, he was definitely connected to that clan in some deep way.

Otherwise, how could the Tianluo Ancestor possibly possess the Heavenly Fire Seal, a divine artifact capable of awakening the Blood of the Emperor within oneself?

"Patriarch Feng, I'll extract the route to Tianluo Island and the whereabouts of Brother Feng Yan from him. But there's also a personal matter between me and this old monster. Please prepare a quiet place for me. I don't want anyone interrupting."

Ling Feng turned to the Feng Clan Patriarch, his voice cold and steady.

"Of course."

Though the patriarch longed to cut down the Tianluo Ancestor himself, Ling Feng was their family's savior. His request could not be refused.

...

Before long, Ling Feng dragged Tianluo Ancestor into a secluded chamber. The rest of the clan, though curious, dared not approach.

Ling Feng threw the Tianluo Ancestor hard onto the ground. His tone was icy. "Who is your master?"

"He is no mere man. He is a god, a god exalted above all!"

A feverish light burned in the Tianluo Ancestor's eyes. "Young friend, you shouldn't make an enemy of me. With your talent, you should serve our master together with me. The god can grant us strength and endless life essence!"

"Ha! To hell with your so-called god!"

Ling Feng clenched his fists. Seeing the man's crazed expression only confirmed his suspicion. The master he spoke of must be a Heaven-Patrolling Angel!

That Heaven-Patrolling Angel was likely injured and sought to use the Blood of the Great Wilderness to heal himself.

In that case, a wounded Heaven-Patrolling Angel might just be something he could kill.

That hatred sealed deep within his bloodline could only be washed away with blood!

Every member of the Heaven-Patrolling Clan carried the blood of his ancestors on their hands. Ling Feng could feel his sanity slipping, a primal rage urging him to storm Tianluo Island and tear that Heaven-Patrolling Angel to pieces.

"You... you dare insult a god?" 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Tianluo Ancestor's eyelids twitched violently. This youth was a madman!

"I won't just insult them. I'll kill them all."

Ling Feng grabbed the Tianluo Ancestor by the collar. Yin-Yang light rippled in his eyes as divine patterns of the Human Dao condensed. He unleashed the power of Memory Plunder.

"Ahhh!"

A scream ripped through the chamber. Tianluo Ancestor felt as if millions of golden needles had pierced his mind, agony surging from the depths of his soul until even his spirit convulsed.

Moments later, his life force was extinguished. Ling Feng had already taken everything he needed.

"So they call themselves Heaven's Hunting Patrol? The Heaven-Patrolling Clan dares claim to act on behalf of the will of the Heavenly Dao?"

Ling Feng tossed the corpse aside. In his mind appeared the image of a lone figure. Tall, proud, and wreathed in crimson hair, standing atop a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

That was the Tianluo Ancestor's only memory of the Heaven-Patrolling Angel. He had never even seen the Heaven-Patrolling Angel's face.

But that back, Ling Feng had already engraved it into his memory.

If the Heaven-Patrolling Angel was wounded, then there would be an opening. While he was weak, Ling Feng would strike to kill!

...

A deep rumble echoed. Under the gaze of the onlookers, the hidden door of the chamber finally opened. A young man in purple stepped out, his killing intent withdrawn, his demeanor once again calm and refined.

They had heard screams from within moments ago, screams so sharp that even the stone walls could not muffle them. Chills ran down their spines as they imagined what had happened to the Tianluo Ancestor.

Gratitude mingled with fear in their hearts.

Thankfully, this young man was not their enemy!

"Young friend Ling."

"Mr. Ling!"

The Feng Clan Patriarch and Feng Chan rushed forward, anxiety written all over their faces.

"Don't worry."

Ling Feng glanced at the father and daughter. He already knew what they wished to ask.

"Brother Feng Yan is trapped on Tianluo Island, but he's unharmed. On the contrary, he's being fed all kinds of spiritual treasures every day to stimulate his Great Wilderness Bloodline."

Ling Feng paused, then added, "I can draw the map to Tianluo Island later. According to the Tianluo Ancestor's memories, his master was gravely wounded. The island's defenses are thin. Only a few disciples remain there, and not more than three experts at the level of Human Emperor. The odds of rescuing Brother Feng Yan are high."

"That's wonderful!"

The patriarch's joy was plain to see. Knowing that his son was safe, the tension in his chest finally eased.

"Once our elders recover, we'll sail straight for Tianluo Island and bring Yan'er back!"

He turned to Ling Feng, his voice brimming with gratitude. "Young friend Ling, our Feng Clan owes everything to you. If you have any request at all, as long as it's within my power, I'll fulfill it without hesitation, even if it costs my life!"

"There's no need for that."

Ling Feng shook his head. "For now, let me remove the Soul Enslaving Parasite from your elders. In three days, they'll be fully recovered. After that, I'll go with you to Tianluo Island."

"Uh..."

The patriarch gave a wry smile. "You've already done so much for us, Brother Ling. You can simply stay here and wait for our good news."

"I'm not going only for Brother Feng's sake. I have matters of my own to settle on Tianluo Island!"

Ling Feng's tone was calm, yet resolute.

"Very well. I'll have our men prepare the ship. In three days, we set sail!"

The Feng Family Patriarch nodded firmly. Although he had no idea what tie Ling Feng had to Tianluo Island, the young man's obvious strength was clear to everyone. With Ling Feng accompanying them, the chances of successfully rescuing Feng Yan would be greater.