The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 1479: Rising Prestige

"Alright, where are they gathered?"

Ling Feng thought for a moment and decided to explain everything in person.

This place could not be stayed in for long. If everyone continued to hide in the valley, there would only be one outcome. The devil would crush them all with a single strike and wipe them out completely.

"Other than a few patrolling around the valley, everyone else is gathered in the central area." Fairy Qingping pointed in the direction.

Ling Feng nodded and flew off. Before leaving, he paused and glanced at her. "You should leave this place soon as well. Danger is coming. Be careful."

Fairy Qingping froze for a moment. In her eyes, Ling Feng had always been the embodiment of coldness and shamelessness. Yet now he was actually concerned about her safety.

"Hmph. Refuse good advice now and you will regret it later. If you insist on opposing Senior Brother Qin, do not expect me to help you when the time comes!"

Fairy Qingping snorted softly as she watched Ling Feng's departing figure, then leaped back into the treetops and hid herself once more.

...

Ling Feng naturally had no idea what she was thinking. He flew into the middle of the valley and, as expected, saw the Hall of War disciples gathered together.

They seemed to be under Yang Zhen's strict control and were confined to activity within a central area.

"Well, this is perfect. If that devil makes a move, a single strike will wipe them all out."

Ling Feng shook his head and landed.

Out of sheer boredom, the Hall of War disciples had even started sparring with one another to pass the time.

"Senior Brother Donghuang, why not ask Senior Brother Yang when we are going to attack? It has been almost two days. We cannot just sit here doing nothing without killing any enemies!"

An early-tier Great Emperor, eager to earn merit, could not help but urge Donghuang Xuanyi.

Donghuang Xuanyi also had ambitions of his own. He was aiming for a gold-level token or higher. However, aside from killing one barbarian elite on the way to the valley, he had gained nothing in the past two days.

Everyone had entered the Hunting Battlefield to earn merit. Hiding in one place and refusing to act made no sense.

"What can I do?"

Donghuang Xuanyi let out a sigh. His strength was not weak, but he was far inferior to the Heaven Slaying Ten Absolutes. Even "Wind Master" Song Feilian had not spoken yet, so it was not his place to complain.

Meanwhile, Yuwen Liang, who used to follow Donghuang Xuanyi like a shadow, had grown unusually close to Yang Zhen after entering the battlefield.

At that moment, a shout suddenly rang out.

"Look! Junior Brother Ling is back!"

"He has not shown up for so long. I thought he had already died!"

Those words immediately drew everyone's attention. The disciples who had been sparring all stopped and turned to look at Ling Feng.

After his brutal defeat of Clair, Ling Feng's reputation within the Hall of War had risen sharply. He was now no less respected than an ordinary Great Emperor. In some ways, he even surpassed figures like Donghuang Xuanyi.

After all, he had reclaimed the three Bloodthirsty Soul-Chasing Arrows for the Hall of War.

From any perspective, he was a true rising star. If not for the gap in cultivation, he might already have been ranked among the Heaven Slaying Ten Absolutes.

Those who had suffered under Clair, such as Yan Wufeng and Yuan Ling, looked at Ling Feng with genuine admiration.

Even the early-tier Great Emperors showed him respect. None of them put on airs as they stepped forward to greet him.

Even Ling Feng himself had not expected to suddenly become so well received.

His figure flashed as he landed in an open space. He cupped his fists briefly toward the surrounding senior brothers, and many immediately came forward to greet him.

"Junior Brother Ling, you are finally here!"

"Junior Brother Ling!" Chu Tiange also stepped forward. Seeing that Ling Feng was unharmed, he clearly felt relieved.

"Figures. Good people die young, but troublemakers live forever. I worried for nothing!" Feng Ling curled her lips. Though she was concerned, her words came out differently.

"I told you he would not die so easily. He must have killed quite a few barbarian elites already!"

Bai Qi laughed loudly. Though he was arrogant by nature, after witnessing Ling Feng's monstrous strength time and time again, he had completely accepted it.

Ling Feng simply smiled faintly at everyone, then asked, "Where are Senior Brother Song and the others? I have something important to tell them!"

Donghuang Xuanyi glanced over. After the incident with Clair, his attitude toward Ling Feng had improved somewhat.

He sized Ling Feng up before asking, "Kid, what do you need them for?"

"For something important."

Ling Feng met Donghuang Xuanyi's gaze calmly. He held no particular prejudice against him. The only issue was that Donghuang Xuanyi was too easily influenced and quick-tempered.

"Hmph! Follow me!"

Donghuang Xuanyi snorted, shot Ling Feng a glare, and took the lead.

Soon, under Donghuang Xuanyi's guidance, Ling Feng arrived at a relatively open camp deep within the valley. Several disciples stood guard nearby. Song Feilian stood atop a treetop, holding his sword, seemingly resting with his eyes closed.

As for the "Thunder Master" Yang Zhen, he stood before a large sand table, continuously adjusting small flags as if arranging troop formations. He looked completely confident.

Standing beside him was Yuwen Liang, wearing a smiling expression that made him seem untrustworthy at a glance.

Ling Feng's eyes flickered. Back then, Yuwen Liang had leaked the news that he killed Silver Fox Bo Ershu. Not long after, the barbarians learned that the three Bloodthirsty Soul-Chasing Arrows had been awarded to him.

Ling Feng had every reason to suspect that this man might be the traitor!

A person like that would do anything for profit!

After a brief pause, Ling Feng strode forward. At present, Yang Zhen was the only one who could mobilize everyone.

Even though Yang Zhen seemed to have a problem with him, Wen Te's plot had to be reported.

When Yuwen Liang saw Ling Feng approach, a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes before quickly disappearing.

Ling Feng walked up to the sand table and cupped his fists toward Yang Zhen. "Senior Brother Yang, I obtained some information on the way here. It is extremely important. Please make a decision as soon as possible."

Yang Zhen lifted his eyes slightly and gave Ling Feng a cold, indifferent glance. A sharp glint flashed in his gaze as he scolded, "I already gave clear orders. After entering the Hunting Battlefield, everyone must gather in the valley immediately. You delayed until now. Do you even regard me as your senior?"

The moment he opened his mouth, Yang Zhen started scolding him harshly, not holding back at all.

Ling Feng frowned but held back his temper and explained, "There were unavoidable circumstances. I was teleported to the southeast corner and encountered enemies on the way. That is why I was delayed."