The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 215: A Prodigal Son's Return Is Worth More Than Gold!

Surrounded by the crowd, Ling Feng resembled a triumphant general as he was welcomed back to the Tianshu East Court.

Though Su Qingxuan initially felt annoyed by Ling Feng's absence from class, his notable achievement in the earlier battle left her with little to say. She casually reprimanded Ling Feng, saying that she wouldn't allow such absences in the future, and then left.

Ling Feng felt somewhat helpless. After all, it wasn't like he intended to be absent!

Soon, after Ling Feng's persuasion, the crowd dispersed. Ling Feng and Zhou Kai helped Jiang Xiaofan and the others into the courtyard, where they received some basic medical treatment.

Speaking of which, it was only some external injuries. Though they looked quite severe, with Ling Feng's medical skills, a few stitches would suffice.

Ling Feng pressed on Jiang Xiaofan's dislocated arm lightly, manipulating it a few times before resetting it. He said calmly, "There, all done."

Jiang Xiaofan looked back at Ling Feng with gratitude, tears welling in his eyes. "Big Brother, you're truly the best!"

"Alright, enough with the mushiness."

Ling Feng pursed his lips and then gave Ouyang Jing a pinch, waking him up with a squeeze.

"What's happening? Damn it! Those West Court bastards, I'll take them on!"

Ouyang Jing roared upon regaining consciousness. Feeling somewhat resigned, Ling Feng swiftly knocked him out again with a single blow. It was better to treat his injuries first before dealing with his awakening, to save him from the trouble of having to explain everything later.

"Brother Ling..." Zhou Kai approached Ling Feng with his fists clenched, and then with a "plop," he knelt directly in front of him.

"Brother Ling, from this day forward, my life belongs to you. Wherever you lead, I will follow without hesitation."

Despite having tons of pride, Zhou Kai also harbored a sense of gratitude. While his status might not be prominent, in their city, he was recognized as a top-tier talent.

His willingness to kneel before Ling Feng demonstrated the depth of his gratitude and respect for Ling Feng's formidable strength.

On the Xuanling Continent, strength reigned supreme.

Naturally, the powerful were revered by all.

"Please rise. There is gold under a man's knees." Ling Feng extended his hand to help Zhou Kai up, saying calmly, "From now on, your sister will no longer have to endure He Zhonglei's harassment."

"Thank you, Brother Ling!" Zhou Kai looked deeply at Ling Feng, convinced that from this moment on, Ling Feng was his lifelong benefactor.

"We're roommates after all," said Ling Feng as he patted Zhou Kai's shoulder. This black bear-like fellow was indeed a man of courage, worthy of being his friend.

On the side, Jiang Xiaofan and He Yiming chuckled happily, contributing to the harmonious atmosphere.

Then there was Yang Jun who was observing Ling Feng and the others bonding whilegritting his teeth. He hesitated for a moment and then finally made his way over toward Ling Feng.

Thud!

Yang Jun dropped to his knees before Ling Feng, and then raised his hand to deliver several hard slaps to his own face. "I'm sorry, Big Brother Ling. I was a fool before, and I'm not worthy!

"I'm sorry, Brother Xiaofan. I was narrow-minded and disrespectful. I'll never do it again. Big Boss Ling, please forgive my past rudeness and be generous enough to overlook it!"

Yang Jun's family background was similar to Ouyang Jing's, originating from a lineage of merchants.

However, the business he was associated with was significantly more extensive compared to Ouyang Jing's family, whose family head merely held the position of branch president at the Treasure Pavilion.

This upbringing had led Yang Jun to develop a somewhat snobbish attitude, looking down on people like Jiang Xiaofan for his humble origins.

In the beginning, after Ling Feng, who displayed immense strength, stood up for Jiang Xiaofan, Yang Jun always felt a bit resentful and harbored thoughts of seeking retribution against Ling Feng and his companions. However, over time, Ling Feng's actions consistently captivated everyone.

Only then did Yang Jun understand that being at odds with Ling Feng meant making enemies with the entire East Court.

He grew more convinced that Ling Feng would undoubtedly rise to greatness in the future. Consequently, he regretted not befriending Ling Feng sooner.

"Uh..." Witnessing Yang Jun kneeling before him, Jiang Xiaofan's heart softened. Hastening forward, he offered a hand to help him up. "Senior Brother Yang, please rise. I hold no grudge against you."

This innocent-hearted youth was gentle to his core.

Without Ling Feng's consent, Yang Jun dared not stand. He remained kneeling on the ground, teeth clenched. "Big Brother Ling, if you won't forgive me, then I'll remain kneeling forever!"

Ling Feng let out a light sigh. Since Jiang Xiaofan, the one who had been bullied, harbored no resentment towards him, what more could he say? With a casual wave of his hand, he said, "A prodigal son's return is worth more than gold. Let the past be the past."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jun felt as if he had been pardoned. Rising from the ground, he was filled with joy as he expressed, "Thank you, Big Brother Ling. Thank you, Brother Xiaofan! Rest assured, I will truly mend my ways from now on and never act arrogantly again!"

Ling Feng pursed his lips. Regardless of whether Yang Jun's words were sincere or not, since everyone lived under the same roof, it was best for their relationships to be harmonious.

At that moment, Ling Feng reached into his robe, preparing to retrieve the golden needle to treat Ouyang Jing, when suddenly his heart skipped a beat.

Damn it! Where's my Taoist Art of Heavenly Fire?

He had carelessly stowed it away in his robes when he left Yan Cangtian's medicine garden earlier in the morning, forgetting to transfer it to his storage ring.

As he carefully retraced each detail, his eyes brightened as he recalled the sword fighting platform.

Realizing there was still time, he quickly rose to his feet and dashed out of the courtyard.

"Big Brother, where are you headed?" Jiang Xiaofan asked, bewildered.

Without a word, Ling Feng raced towards the sword fighting arena at full speed.

...

Soon after, Ling Feng reached the sword fighting arena and hurried to the spot where he had previously been, carefully searching around.

Where could it have gone?

Ling Feng realized with a frown that the Taoist Art of Heavenly Fire wasn't a martial skill, and the copying ability of his Heavenly Dao Eye had limited effect on it; at best, it enhanced his comprehension.

He had only managed to read half of the book; however, missing out on reading the remaining content appeared inconsequential when weighed against the other potential consequences: If Yan Cangtian found out he had lost this manual, he would definitely scorn him severely.

Just then, he suddenly heard someone wailing in the distance. Though the voice was faint, it couldn't escape Ling Feng's ears.

Turning to look, he saw Wang Yishan, the unfortunate fellow who had been abandoned by everyone.

Hurrying over to Wang Yishan's side, Ling Feng lightly pressed a few acupoints on his body, and then cracked a few joints before asking, "Feeling better, Wang Yishan?"

Wang Yishan felt a wave of relief throughout his body. Looking up, he saw Ling Feng and exclaimed, "Ling Feng? It's really you! So Miss Qin didn't deceive me."

"Miss Qin? Qin Wanwan?"

"Yes, that's her." Wang Yishan stretched lazily, realizing his arm could move again. He chuckled, "Brother Ling, Miss Qin told me to tell you that if you want to find your things, you have to go to Tianxuan East Court to find her."

Tianxuan East Court.

Um, if he wasn't mistaken, that was where the female students lived.

In short, it was the girls' dormitory...