The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 721: Deep Loathing

In a certain part of the Battlefield of the Gods and Demons.

Feng Yan took a ring from a skeleton, gazing toward the purple light in the north with a faint smile.

The martial practitioners from the Tianbai Empire had departed eastward, while those from the Tiansheng Empire were heading north.

Each empire's array was distinct, and the Gods and Demons tokens they carried were likewise different.

If one exchanged tokens in the Battlefield of the Gods and Demons, upon leaving, they would return to the corresponding nation of that token.

"It's time to leave."

With a leap, Feng Yan jumped out of the abyss, where Yingying Lan and Fatty Huang had been waiting for some time.

"Young Master Feng!"

Both of them sighed in relief upon seeing Feng Yan emerge.

The Burial Abyss was filled with deadly dangers, and even with Feng Yan's strength, he'd narrowly escaped death.

"Well, the timing is just right!"

Feng Yan gave a faint smile, though his gaze involuntarily shifted eastward as he murmured, "Ling Feng... on this journey to the Battlefield of the Gods and Demons, I've met some interesting people. Brother Ling, I hope we'll meet again in the future, perhaps in the sacred land."

As beams of golden light rose in the east and purple in the north, beams of green in the south and red in the west followed suit. Geniuses from the four major empires quickly retrieved their Gods and Demons tokens and swiftly withdrew.

If they missed the timing, they would be trapped in the Battlefield of the Gods and Demons for fifty years. When the battlefield's plane returned to the boundless void, the space-time tide that filled this place would obliterate any living spirit completely.

Only immortal beings could survive in such an environment.

...

"They're back! They made it back!"

"Thank goodness!"

"..."

One figure after another flew out from the gate of the secret realm, and the elders of each sect sighed in relief upon seeing the return of their young geniuses.

Although the Battlefield of the Gods and Demons held immense opportunities, it also contained tremendous dangers. Those who returned alive would surely have great achievements ahead.

Ling Feng and his companions walked out of the gate of the secret realm with the crowd, spotting Wen Tingguang and Yue Zhonglian waiting outside the altar.

"Haha, that kid came out with Lan." Wen Tingguang laughed heartily, stroking his beard. "Sect Leader, it seems that Lan was well taken care of by that kid inside."

"Mmm." Watching Ling Feng walk side by side with Yue Yunlan out of the secret realm's gate, Yue Zhonglian could guess what had transpired.

With Ling Feng's strength and character, he would naturally look after his daughter. However, with so many experts and talents from the four major empires, and experts like Yan Jinghong around, if they had all headed to the ruins of the Huangji Sect, Ling Feng and the others probably wouldn't have gained much.

But surviving was enough.

Little did Sect Leader Yue know, not only had Ling Feng gained something, but he was actually the greatest beneficiary of this trip to the Battlefield of the Gods and Demons!

"Miss! You're finally back!"

Seeing Yue Yunlan, Qiao Qiao rushed forward immediately. Though they were nominally master and servant, the two women were like sisters, always inseparable. Yue Yunlan's ten-day absence had felt like years to Qiao Qiao.

"You silly girl." Yue Yunlan shook her head with a smile, taking Qiao Qiao's hand as they walked up to her father. She bowed gracefully and greeted, "Father, Uncle Wen."

"Girl, you didn't get hurt, did you?" Wen Tingguang asked with a grin.

"With Mr. Ling..." Yue Yunlan bit her lip, "and everyone else, there wasn't any major danger."

"Young friend Ling Feng, thank you for looking after my daughter," Yue Zhonglian said, saluting Ling Feng with a fist-and-palm gesture.

"Lord Sect Leader, you're too kind. Miss Yue was a great help to us as well."

Ling Feng smiled lightly, but he suddenly sensed a cold gaze locked onto him from behind.

Without looking back, Ling Feng knew that gaze could only belong to Yan Jinghong.

Seeing Ling Feng, Yan Jinghong was so furious that he almost spat blood.

In the Battlefield of the Gods and Demons, every day was precious, yet due to that damn array in the scripture depository pavilion, he'd been trapped for three whole days and nights!

By the time he and Murong Wu broke through the array together, the ten days were nearly up!

In other words, he'd gained almost nothing from his trip to the Battlefield of the Gods and Demons, aside from gathering a few herbs and finding a bit of medicinal pills in the ruins of the Tiandan Pavilion!

In his rage, he killed a few martial practitioners to vent his frustration and took their storage spirit rings, only to find some basic martial manuals from the lower levels of the scripture depository pavilion. It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing.

Since birth, Yan Jinghong had enjoyed smooth sailing in everything he did. But this time, he'd expected a grand opportunity to advance further, only for it to slip away!

Still, he wasn't about to let this go. Whether Ling Feng had taken the treasure from the golden vortex or not, Yan Jinghong was determined to make him return every martial manual he took from the pavilion.

But not now!

He wasn't that arrogant in front of Sect Leader Yue Zhonglian of the Cangqiong Sect.

"Hehe."

Ling Feng sneered, ignoring Yan Jinghong's murderous gaze. This guy had been hostile towards him for some time, but now, Ling Feng knew he'd finally gotten under his skin. The fact that he could anger this once high-and-mighty figure meant he could no longer ignore him.

"Just wait, kid!"

Yan Jinghong clenched his fist, flicked his sleeve, and left Cangqiong Mountain.

"It seems that Yan Jinghong from the Yan family has quite the grudge against you," Wen Tingguang remarked, slightly surprised. Though Yan Jinghong's killing intent wasn't directed at him, Wen Tingguang could still sense that icy chill, sending a shiver down his spine.

"It doesn't matter." Ling Feng shrugged indifferently.

Yue Yunlan covered her mouth and chuckled, "Uncle Wen, you probably don't know, but Mr. Ling cleared out the entire scripture depository pavilion of the Huangji Sect right under Yan Jinghong's nose. No wonder he despises Mr. Ling so much."

"Oh? Really?" Wen Tingguang's eyes widened, and even Yue Zhonglian gave Ling Feng an incredulous look.

He knew how formidable Yan Jinghong was, yet Ling Feng had managed to snatch a fortune from him. This young man was truly extraordinary!

"Mmm." Yue Yunlan giggled but refrained from sharing all the details in public.

What needed to stay secret would remain so.

"Sect Leader Yue, Brother Wen, I have some things to attend to, so I'll take my leave now." Ling Feng gave them a fist-and-palm salute before departing.

Ever since returning, Ling Feng had felt an uneasy premonition that the despicable donkey had likely stirred up trouble in his absence.

Remembering how the donkey had sworn to stay out of trouble before he left, he grew increasingly suspicious.

The troublemaker had surely caused some massive mess!

Either way, finding him would be the first step.

After Ling Feng left, Yue Zhonglian turned to his daughter and said, "Lan'er, tell me about this trip to the Battlefield of the Gods and Demons in detail. And tell me about any geniuses from other empires you encountered."

"Mhm." Yue Yunlan nodded, and the father-daughter pair took to the air, conversing as they went.