The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 725: Brother Feng, Who Had Kept His True Abilities Hidden

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"Xiaofan, please ask the captain for leave on my behalf. I will return before tomorrow's registration for the Five Courts' Sword Team Grand Competition."

Ling Feng signaled to Jiang Xiaofan, who was still indulging in his meal, and then he took Tuoba Yan along as they hurried off toward the Tianmeng Chamber of Commerce.

"Brother Feng, let me accompany you!"

Yang Jun hesitated for a moment before following, exclaiming urgently, "Our Yang family has some standing in Tianmeng. We might be able to help a bit."

"All right." Ling Feng nodded, grasping Yang Jun with his left hand and Tuoba Yan with his right. He then drawn out the Eradicator of Realms, and with a swift "whoosh," he executed the Flying-Immortal Sword-Controlling Art. In an instant, they vanished from everyone's sight.

"F-F-Flying Sword?"

Wang Yishan's eyes nearly popped out as he watched, exclaiming, "Damn, the chief's move is too dazzling!"

"This is called the Flying-Immortal Sword-Controlling Art." Jiang Xiaofan scratched the back of his head and grinned goofily, "Big Brother even taught me a bit, but unfortunately, my brain is too dull—I hadn't managed to learn it yet."

"Xiaofan, since we're in this together, come on, let's examine it; it would surely be much faster than you groping around on your own!"

Wang Yishan hooked his arm around Jiang Xiaofan's shoulder, his expression extremely ambiguous.

"Damn, you two damned queers!"

Feng Mo looked at Wang Yishan with disdain and exaggeratedly stepped aside.

"Fuck you!" Wang Yishan shot Feng Mo a look before laughing and adding, "I wouldn't mind sacrificing my hole once for Xiaofan if he is willing to teach me that so-called Sword-Controlling Art!"

"Wang Yishan, the fuck!"

Feng Mo, Zhou Kai, and He Yiming immediately jumped up, nearly vomiting their leftover meal; they found that guy utterly disgusting.

"What's wrong with you guys? Yishan, what exactly did you mean just now?" Jiang Xiaofan asked, looking utterly bewildered—as pure as he was, he had no clue what Wang Yishan had meant.

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With the speed of his Flying-Immortal Sword-Controlling Art, it wasn't long before Ling Feng arrived outside the auction hall of the Tianmeng Chamber of Commerce, accompanied by Yang Jun and Tuoba Yan.

Upon seeing the magnificent building once again, Ling Feng felt no mood to marvel at it; instead, he turned to Yang Jun and said in a low voice, "Yang Jun, can you take us directly to Supreme Elder Feng, Feng Wuhen?"

"That might be a bit challenging, but I have a cousin who is one of the enshrined protectors of the Tianmeng Chamber of Commerce. Perhaps he could..."

"Only an enshrined protector, is that all..." Ling Feng shook his head; an enshrined protector's status was hardly significant.

"There is also an elder who is my uncle, though he isn't easy to find..."

"Forget it." Ling Feng shook his head with a smile. An image of someone flashed through his mind, and he said coolly, "There is one person who should be able to help."

With that, Ling Feng proceeded straight into the auction hall. Soon, a courteous attendant approached him with a smile, saying, "Honorable guest, may I ask what you require?"

"I'm here to see Master Jing Xuan." Ling Feng said coolly as he took out his Supreme VIP Card from his storage spirit ring.

Upon seeing the card in Ling Feng's hand, the attendant's attitude became immediately more respectful, though he still apologized, "Greetings, honorable guest. Master Jing Xuan is the chief appraiser of our Tianmeng Chamber of Commerce, you have to make an appointment first."

"I have long been friends with him!"

Ling Feng furrowed his brows slightly; since he now needed to find Feng Wuhen, it seemed he could only rely on Master Jing Xuan's referral.

"Brother Feng, Master Jing Xuan's status is indeed prestigious—you must make an appointment first," Yang Jun whispered.

In Yang Jun view, Master Jing Xuan was already a figure of unapproachable prestige; though Ling Feng was extraordinary, he was only remarkable among the juniors at Tianwei Academy, whereas Master Jing Xuan was a revered senior.

"Who is it that dares to be so brazen as to claim that they are an old friend of my teacher?"

At that moment, a slightly arrogant voice came from inside. A middle-aged man of about thirty or forty emerged from the hall. But when he saw Ling Feng, he immediately came over, bowing and nodding, "Master Ling! It is you!"

In the span of a second, his attitude changed completely.

"M-Master Bo Yang?" Yang Jun was immediately stunned. This middle-aged man was the youngest appraiser at the Tianmeng Chamber of Commerce and the direct disciple of Master Jing Xuan—a presence with boundless potential.

"It was you, then?"

Ling Feng paused, then recalled that this fellow had appraised the ancient medicinal pills he refined during his first visit to the Tianmeng Auction House with Yan Cangtian.

"It's me, it's me!" Master Bo Yang rubbed his hands together and grinned, "Just now uh... hehe..."

This fellow, having seen from a distance that it was a group of young people, had dared to claim that they were an old friend of his teacher. Naturally, he couldn't help but step forward to retort.

His teacher's status was so exalted—how could he ever stoop to fraternize with some juniors or peers?

However, when he saw Ling Feng, he suddenly recalled that there indeed was one junior who even his teacher held in the utmost respect, addressing him as "Master!"

It was none other than Ling Feng!

Though Ling Feng worn a cloak during his first visit, his face was revealed the second time he visited Master Jing Xuan to have the "Tiankui Holy Water" appraised. As an appraiser who had once seen his face, Bo Yang naturally did not forget it—especially considering that Ling Feng was someone even his own teacher greatly revered.

"No big deal," Ling Feng waved his hand and said coolly, "I wonder how Master Jing Xuan has been lately?"

"Teacher is doing well. Master Ling, do you have any favor you wish to ask of him? I will now escort you to him," Master Bo Yang said obsequiously.

"Well then, thanks for your help," Ling Feng replied with an indifferent expression, as if being addressed as "Master Ling" by Bo Yang fully suited him.

"Er..."

The attendant and Yang Jun were completely dumbfounded, their eyes nearly popping out—after all, Master Bo Yang was at least an advanced appraiser, a senior who possessed the bearing of a venerable elder. Moreover, Ling Feng seemed to be the junior, so why did it appear as though their roles had been reversed in front of Master Bo Yang?

"Brother Feng has been hiding his true abilities so well!"

Yang Jun nearly spat out a mouthful of frustrated, old blood; he had thought that his family's status might help a little, but in reality, he was utterly useless! Normally at Tianwei Academy, Ling Feng had been so low-key that his roommates had no idea that their Brother Feng was actually so formidable!

Under Master Bo Yang's lead, Ling Feng quickly arrived at Master Jing Xuan's residence. This time, when the gatekeeper boy saw Ling Feng, he did not dare to be arrogant and rude any longer, and obediently went to call for Master Jing Xuan.

"Master Jing Xuan, long time no see!" Ling Feng, upon seeing Master Jing Xuan coming toward him, immediately stepped forward and bowed.

"Young friend Ling Feng! Come, come, sit down quickly. Had you notified me in advance, I would have come to receive you!" Master Jing Xuan patted his round belly and quickly invited Ling Feng to sit. Such was his attitude that even if royalty had come, he would have acted no differently.

Yang Jun's lips twitched slightly; he almost wished he could slap himself. Why did I even tag along? Am I looking for excitement?

Well, he had certainly found it!

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