The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 239: Just Friends!

After a casual conversation, Yue Yunlan departed in haste.

Of course, this wasn't Yue Yunlan's original intention. She had hoped that Ling Feng would say something nice to send her off, but as usual, this fool remained indifferent to the situation, merely giving a fist-and-palm salute before bidding her farewell.

Though Yue Yunlan felt urgent in her heart, she couldn't express it openly. She could only cast a disdainful glance at Ling Feng, her eyes filled with bitterness.

After all, she could not bring up the sickness of the Canqiong Sect Leader in public.

After Yue Yunlan left, the joint evening event of the five courts continued, but the attendees lacked the enthusiasm they had before. Throughout the event, everyone seemed disinterested.

As for Ling Feng, who had made a splash tonight by being personally invited by Gu Tengfeng to join the East Court sword team and who was favored by the number one ranked beauty of the Central Court, he had already left the venue early, heading back towards the Tianshu East Court.

As night fell, a cool breeze blew along the riverbank.

Ling Feng walked back along the path beside the riverbank.

Suddenly, there was a sound behind him. Ling Feng pursed his lips, stopped in his tracks, and said lightly, "Qin Wanwan, come out."

Following behind Ling Feng was Qin Wanwan.

After seeing Ling Feng leave, she couldn't help but follow him. She had some questions on her mind that she needed to ask.

"What? I'm just going back to the Tianxuan East Court. I'm not following you!" Qin Wanwan bit her lip, speaking with some hidden meaning.

Ling Feng turned around, glanced at Qin Wanwan, and said lightly, "Good timing. I have something to say to you."

Qin Wanwan's eyebrows relaxed, and she walked up briskly while smiling. "Well, it's you wanting to talk to me, not me following you!"

"Sorry, I admit I was biased against you before. But from today onwards, we are friends, right?" Ling Feng looked into Qin Wanwan's eyes and said calmly.

At least, when He Zhongjie wanted to engage in a fight to the death with him, Qin Wanwan had stepped forward, even using up a condition to ensure that he wouldn't agree to He Zhongjie's challenge no matter what.

She wasn't as selfish as he had imagined.

"Are we... friends?" Qin Wanwan blinked her pretty eyes. "Tsk, I'm definitely not your friend! Don't forget, you still owe me two favors. I'm your creditor!"

"Two?" Ling Feng's forehead darkened. "Isn't there only one left?"

"Nope, you never promised not to fight He Zhongjie to the death, so that doesn't count. You still owe me two favors, remember!"

Qin Wanwan squinted and smiled, a rare playful and cute expression on her face.

"Fine, two it is then." Ling Feng shook his head, never intending to reason with this woman in the first place.

He quickened his pace, continuing along the riverbank.

Qin Wanwan walked alongside him in silence for a while. Finally, she clenched her fist and couldn't help but speak up. "Hey!"

"Hmm?" Ling Feng turned to look at Qin Wanwan. "What is it?"

"You... and her..." Qin Wanwan bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and finally asked, "Do you like her?"

"Uh..." Ling Feng paused. "If it's the liking between friends, then yes, I like her. But, we're just friends."

"Just friends?" Qin Wanwan blinked, feeling inexplicably pleased.

"Just friends." Ling Feng frowned, feeling like this woman was asking too many questions. And to think he actually answered her pointless question.

"Then I'm your friend too, right?"

"If I said you are, then you are." Ling Feng nodded silently, picking up his pace.

"Hey, Ling Feng, why are you walking so fast!?" Qin Wanwan had to gather her true qi and use her footwork to barely keep up with Ling Feng. She asked again, "Since we're all friends, if both she and I fell into the river at the same time, who would you save first?"

Ling Feng's mouth twitched a few times. "You're both martial artists. A little river won't drown you."

"What if we had no cultivation and were just ordinary people?" Qin Wanwan widened her eyes, staring into Ling Feng's eyes. "Who would you save first?"

Ling Feng was utterly speechless. He swiftly executed the Boundless Sword Steps, leaving Qin Wanwan far behind, only throwing back a short sentence, "Next time!"

"You stupid Ling Feng! I hate you, I hate you so much!"

Qin Wanwan stamped her feet in frustration. This jerk, doesn't he know how to placate a girl? Even a little white lie would do.

However, in the next moment, Qin Wanwan returned to the direction of the Tianxuan East Court with a joyful expression, muttering to herself, "Hehe, she's also a friend, and I'm also a friend. Hmph! I won't lose to her!"

...

After returning to the Tianshu East Court, Ling Feng went straight to his room, crossed his legs, and prepared to cultivate the True Art of Xuanyuan.

As for Qin Wanwan or Yue Yunlan, he temporarily set them aside. At least for now, he didn't have much concern for matters of love and affection.

The divine inscription of the Human Dao condensed, and sixty breaths later, Ling Feng slowly exhaled a turbid breath.

True qi merged into his dantian, and the seventh meridian gate seemed to be on the verge of a breakthrough.

"Starting tomorrow, my life at Tianwei Academy will have an additional place besides the training ground, classrooms, and Elder Yan's medicinal herb garden."

The East Court's sword team!

He had already agreed to Gu Tengfeng's invitation and consented to become a member of the East Court sword team.

Thinking of Gu Tengfeng's formidable aura, a hint of excitement rose in his heart.

What kind of training do the members of the sword team undergo on a regular basis?

How powerful are my companions in the sword team?.

Just thinking about it made Ling Feng's blood boil with excitement.

This night was destined to be sleepless!

...

The sword team, generally speaking, should be very unfamiliar and almost inaccessible to yellow-tier students who had just joined Tianwei Academy.

This was because the strength of yellow-tier students was usually not up to the standard required for team-based sword fighting competitions.

However, Ling Feng was not an ordinary person. Just one month after joining Tianwei Academy, he was personally recruited by Gu Tengfeng, the captain of the East Court sword team.

For this, Gu Tengfeng even made a special arrangement with the devil instructor, Leng Jianfeng.

From now on, Ling Feng would spend about half of his time each month participating in team training sessions with the members of the sword team.

Naturally, Leng Jianfeng had no objections. In fact, with Ling Feng's talent, even spending only one-tenth of the time in training would result in much faster progress than regular students.

Moreover, with a student directly recruited by the sword team under his guidance, Leng Jianfeng now had something to further motivate those ordinary students. Why not take advantage of it?

The next day, Ling Feng got ready early, holding the sword team badge that Gu Tengfeng had given him. He passed through the area designated for yellow-tier students' activities and headed straight to the core area of Tianwei Academy.

Here was the activity area for sky-tier students.

However, faced with almost identical buildings, Ling Feng felt a bit overwhelmed for a moment.

He regretted not asking about the training grounds for the East Court sword team yesterday.

Just as Ling Feng was at a loss, a soft voice came from behind him, tinged with surprise, "Huh? Ling Feng, is that you?"