Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

"Something up?"

Outside Xuanjian Villa, Ling Feng gave Wei Xuantong a once‑over. Logically speaking, after getting his ass kicked that hard, this guy should’ve learned his lesson.

Even if he still wanted revenge, he should at least bring some backup with real weight.

Coming alone like this... is this guy really not afraid of dying?

Wei Xuantong’s eyes were full of venom as he glared at Ling Feng, his fists clenching tight. After a long moment, he finally said in a low voice, "Ling Feng, what happened last time ends here. I’m not here for revenge this time!"

"Oh?"

Ling Feng was a little surprised. "Then what are you looking for me for? Don’t tell me you’re addicted to getting beaten?"

Wei Xuantong’s teeth ground together with a crackling sound. He forced down the rage in his heart and said through gritted teeth, "I’m here to apologize!"

Thud!

The next instant, Wei Xuantong suddenly dropped to his knees, kneeling right in front of Ling Feng. "I’m sorry. What happened last time—I deserved it! I brought it on myself!"

What the hell?

Ling Feng was a bit dumbfounded, but then couldn’t help shaking his head with a faint laugh.

If this Wei Xuantong really had come alone to get revenge, Ling Feng would at least respect him as a man.

But looking at it now, whether he lost his manhood or not, he’s already a spineless excuse for a man.

"Looks like the Sun Family sent you, huh."

Ling Feng gave a cold little smile; he quickly figured out the key here.

The nine major families’ attitude and stance toward him were already crystal clear. They needed him to deal with Dragon Sword Mansion, to deal with the Long Family. As long as it didn’t touch the core interests of the nine major families, they would naturally stand on his side.

This Wei Xuantong, to put it bluntly, was just an outsider who married in, a guy they could toss out as a sacrifice at any time.

Thinking of that, Ling Feng actually felt a bit sorry for the guy.

Of course, pity was pity; a swaggering bully who only picked on the weak and feared the strong landing in this situation, he had it coming.

"Whatever the case, I’ve already apologized to you."

Wei Xuantong didn’t care whether Ling Feng accepted it or not. He just stood up and said bitterly, "Ling Feng, from now on, you and I stay out of each other’s way. You walk your Sunny Road, I cross my single‑plank bridge!"

With that, the guy left without looking back.

He was one of the Ten Strongest after all—still had a bit of pride.

Ling Feng shrugged. Living under someone else’s roof, that’s the kind of fate you get.

Even if you join some so‑called nine major families, once you hit the level of interest conflicts, you naturally become a sacrifice.

If you want to be the Sovereign of your own fate, you have to become stronger.

Relying on anyone else will never beat relying on yourself!

Ling Feng gave a faint, mocking smile, then tossed the matter from his mind and headed straight toward the Xiao Family.

Soon, Ling Feng arrived at the main gate of the Xiao Family.

Familiarity comes with repeated visits. The Xiao Family guards were already quite familiar with Ling Feng and politely let him pass.

Ling Feng was about to head to the side courtyard to look for Xiao Juanyun when he ran into someone who made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

The Xiao Family’s Fourth Young Master, Xiao Hen.

Ling Feng’s discomfort didn’t come from anything Xiao Hen had done; it was the cold, gloomy aura rolling off him that made people instinctively want to keep their distance.

Especially his eyes—like a venomous snake coiled in the dark. That gaze simply didn’t look like it belonged to a human.

The last two times they’d met, Ling Feng and this Fourth Young Master of the Xiao Family hadn’t really interacted. At most, they just knew each other’s faces.

"You’re Seventh Brother’s friend, right?"

Just as the two were about to brush past one another, Xiao Hen suddenly called out to Ling Feng.

That made Ling Feng a bit puzzled.

According to Xiao Juanyun, this Fourth Brother of his was withdrawn by nature; he shouldn’t have any interest in an outsider like Ling Feng.

"I’m Ling Feng." Ling Feng gave Xiao Hen a slight nod.

"I heard you took first place on the Newcomer Sword Master List."

A faint smile appeared on Xiao Hen’s pale face.

It was originally a handsome face, but with that deathly pale, almost translucent complexion, it looked downright unsettling.

"Just an empty title."

Ling Feng smiled modestly. This Xiao Hen had abandoned the Sword Dao to specialize in Soul Dao. The soul skills he commanded could kill a Semi-Saint Strong Person in the territory of Saint Level experts, silently and without a trace.

His strength was definitely nothing to underestimate.

"If there’s a chance, I’d like to spar with you, Mister First Place."

Xiao Hen narrowed his eyes and said lightly, "Especially a spar in soul skills."

Ling Feng’s eyelid twitched. Sure enough, this guy could sense his War Soul.

Then what level was Xiao Hen’s War Soul? Could it also have reached the Silver Battle Soul tier?

While Ling Feng was still mulling that over, the voice beside his ear was already drifting away.

"Ling Feng, right? I’ll remember you. We’ll meet again."

Xiao Hen’s figure grew more and more distant, like some wandering ghost in the dark—coming without a shadow, leaving without a trace.

Ling Feng shook his head. This Fourth Young Master of the Xiao Family really was shrouded in mystery from head to toe. Could he really have mastered such advanced soul skills relying only on a single secret manual, self‑taught with no teacher?

He truly didn’t know whether this man would end up an enemy or an ally.

"Maybe I’m overthinking it."

Ling Feng shook his head with a smile and stopped dwelling on it, heading straight off to find Xiao Juanyun.

Very soon, Ling Feng found Xiao Juanyun in the courtyard. The guy wasn’t idle—he was in the middle of practicing a set of swordsmanship.

After he finished one round of cultivation, Ling Feng stepped forward to interrupt him and said with a light smile, "Brother Xiao! Nice swordsmanship!"

"Brother Ling? What brings you here?"

Xiao Juanyun hurriedly sheathed his Sword and trotted over to Ling Feng, chuckling. "I’m just showing off. In front of you, the Number One on the Sword Master List, how could this count as ’nice swordsmanship’? Haha, I heard that the first time you went to Du Yue Heaven Palace, you crippled Wei Xuantong, one of the Ten Strongest Sword Masters! That’s badass!"

"He came looking for trouble himself; he can’t blame me for hitting hard."

Ling Feng shook his head with a laugh. The two of them sat down in the pavilion in the courtyard, chatted briefly, and then Ling Feng got straight to the point. "By the way, Brother Xiao, besides the Heart-washing Sword Pool, does Du Yue Heaven Palace have any place where you can quickly elevate your Sword Dao Realm?"

"You really don’t know when to quit, do you?"

Xiao Juanyun couldn’t help but give a wry smile. "Isn’t Xuanjian Villa already that kind of great place? You’ve got three months there, and you still think it’s not enough?"

"Xuanjian Villa is great, sure, but the insights you gain while sitting quietly are different from actual combat."

Ling Feng said slowly, "My Sword Force has already reached the Small Perfection Peak level. To take another step just by meditating in Xuanjian Villa? That’s hard."

"Actual combat, huh?"

Xiao Juanyun thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled. "I remember now—there really is such a place: the Sky-reaching Sword Tower!"

"Sky-reaching Sword Tower?"

Ling Feng’s eyelids gave a slight twitch. "What kind of place is that?"

Xiao Juanyun’s brows danced with excitement. "Of course it’s a great place. Not only can you stack up real combat experience, it’s also perfect for farming Contribution Points!"

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