The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 301: Li Bufan's Determination!

Utilizing the key to the treasured item vault, Ling Feng opened the eighth floor of the treasure vault, only to find a row of bookshelves inside. Each shelf held volumes of martial arts manuals.

At first glance, the lowest ranked ones were skills or martial arts of the mystical tier, and there were even some coveted secret arts!

Undoubtedly, secret arts were the best, followed by techniques for physical strength application. After that came skills for elemental force manipulation, and finally movement arts. As for other martial arts and body refinement arts, Ling Feng did not consider them.

He already possessed quite decent copies of the True Art of Xuanyuan and the Eight Desolations Body Refinement Art. He truly looked down upon ordinary martial arts.

After spending nearly half an hour there, Ling Feng reached the end of the treasure vault. He had selected eight volumes, three of which were secret arts.

The first was Swift Wind Blade, which was a rare secret sword art that incorporated raging wind blades into his attacks, significantly enhancing sword speed and tearing effect.

The next was Thunderous Flame Tempest, a fused attribute secret art that combined the attributes of wind, fire, and thunder and belonged to an extremely powerful secret sword art. However, the requirement for cultivating it was extremely high, requiring one to be in the Spiritual Element Realm to qualify to use it. Ling Feng temporarily put it away for future use.

The last secret manual he chose was Ice and Fire Twin Dragons Destruction, another fused attribute sword art. Perhaps it was not as explosive as Thunderous Flame Tempest, but its single-point striking ability was unparalleled and was perfect for brute force destruction of various seals. Only those in the Spiritual Element Realm could cultivate it.

The remaining five volumes were techniques for the use of the four attributes: ice, fire, wind, and thunder, along with a volume of movement arts called Shadow's Face.

However, even after diligently searching for nearly half an hour, Ling Feng still couldn't find what he was looking for.

"Damn it!" Ling Feng felt anxious, giving the bookshelf a pat. Although he didn't exert much force, he noticed that these shelves, made of Sun-refined Iron of sacred tier and above, trembled slightly. Ling Feng lowered his head and saw that a book was actually wedged under the shelf.

"What's this?" Ling Feng pulled out the book, and then casually grabbed another book to put in its place.

The book felt heavy in his hands, and its cover was heavily worn and slightly yellowed, with only the word 'Source' vaguely discernible on it.

"Source?"

Ling Feng's curiosity was piqued, and he couldn't wait to open the book, only to find that no matter how much force he exerted, he couldn't even flip through it.

"How peculiar."

Ling Feng pocketed the book and exited the eighth floor of the treasure vault.

Although the tattered book seemed worthless, a book that even a cultivator of body refinement like himself couldn't open couldn't just be an ordinary item.

"For now, only Swift Wind Blade and Shadow's Face can be cultivated. I don't know what formidable opponents await on the ninth floor. It's better to cultivate these two arts first!"

Ling Feng pursed his lips. The eighth level nearly took his life; he couldn't afford to be careless in the ninth.

With his Eye of Replication, even if he tried to cultivate these two martial skills to a novice level, it wouldn't take too long.

As the Heavenly Dao divine inscriptions converged, Ling Feng wasted no time and began to comprehend Swift Wind Blade and Shadow's Face.

Swift Wind Blade could be integrated into any sword art, and as for Shadow's Face, Ling Feng planned to integrate it into the Boundless Sword Steps. Both of these movement arts emphasized an elusive and unpredictable nature. In a sense, their essence was interconnected.

An hour later, Ling Feng had thoroughly mastered both arts.

"That should do."

Ling Feng stood tall, a glint of determination flashing in his eyes.

Clearing his mind of all distractions, Ling Feng took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the teleportation array leading to the ninth floor.

"The ninth level, here I come!"

...

Outside the Wind and Thunder Sword Lake.

The students of Tianwei Academy waited for two days and nights, but Ling Feng still hadn't emerged from the water.

"It seems he has failed."

Du Shaoling, who had been standing by the lake like a wooden man, shook his head and crushed the return talisman in his hand.

Ling Feng had been in the Sword Tower of Wind and Thunder for three days and nights. In Du Shaoling's eyes, this presumptuous fellow had chosen the hellish difficulty, so he was dead.

People without self-awareness die in vain!

Seeing Du Shaoling leave, the other students of Zhenlong Academy immediately crushed their return talismans and returned to their academy.

"Senior Brother Jun, it seems that that yellow-tier student should be dead by now."

Said a sky-tier student who opened his eyes, stood up slowly, and glanced at Jun Moxie.

They had waited by the lake for two days and nights. Even though they were fellow students, they had done their utmost.

"It seems so," Jun Moxie nodded. "Alright, let's head back. There's no need to waste any more time."

"Mhmm, a yellow-tier student is just a yellow-tier student after all. He was too inexperienced."

"That's right. Sometimes, it's better not to force it when you don't have the strength, lest you lose your life for nothing."

Several sky-tier students sneered. In their eyes, Ling Feng was nothing but an ignorant fool.

"What are you all implying?" Ye Nanfeng clenched his fists. Ling Feng's strength surpassed his own. If Ling Feng was an ignorant fool, what did that make him?

"Hmph, a bunch of brainless fools!" Ye Nanfeng snorted and retorted.

"You, Ye Nanfeng, shouldn’t get too arrogant. Who do you think you are?" A sky-tier student frowned, rolling up his sleeves. "Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

"Forget it." Another student immediately stopped the previous one and advised, "Brother Zhu, that yellow-tier student was a newcomer recruited by East Court's sword team this year. We thought he could help change the fate of East Court's sword team, but now it seems that he died before his ambitions were fulfilled! Haha..."

"So that's it? East Court's sword team was already a mess, and anyone coming from there would naturally be a mess. It's no surprise he died!" The student surnamed Zhu burst into laughter.

"Bastard!"

Ye Nanfeng drew his sword. "Watch your damn mouth!"

"East Court has always been a bunch of garbage!" The student surnamed Zhu sneered. "Can your East Court's sword team defeat our West Court's sword team this year?"

Ye Nanfeng gritted his teeth audibly. If Ling Feng is still here, there might still be hope.

But that hope...

Ye Nanfeng could hardly imagine it. If Gu Tengfeng learned of Ling Feng's death, his hope would shatter once again. He might not be able to bear such a blow.

"East Court is not trash!"

Li Bufan, who had been standing indifferently on the side, flashed a cold glare at Zhu. His gaze was piercing like winter water, chilling to the bone.

Zhu couldn't help but shiver, his tone becoming somewhat subdued. "Even if you're the son of the Grand Commandant, you can't change the fact that the East Court is the weakest of the five courts! East Court's sword team has never made it past the preliminaries!"

Li Bufan snorted lightly. "I want to join the East Court's sword team!"

With that, Li Bufan crushed the return talisman.

Ling Feng had been in the Sword Tower of Wind and Thunder for three days and nights, far beyond the limit of an ordinary person. There was practically no hope of survival.

Phew...

As Li Bufan disappeared, Zhu breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

Unexpectedly, he, a sky-tier student, felt a sense of trepidation in the face of the aura of a yellow-tier student.

"This year's yellow-tier students are all freaks..."

The surrounding sky-tier students shook their heads, one by one crushing their return talismans.

Ling Feng was probably not going to survive. There was no need for them to continue waiting.

"What? Li Bufan wants to join our sword team?"

Ye Nanfeng's eyes flickered as he took out his own return talisman, glanced back at the lake, and said in a deep voice, "Ling Feng, oh Ling Feng, although I don't want to believe you're already dead, three days and nights is indeed quite long. You... sigh."

With a long sigh, Ye Nanfeng also crushed his return talisman.

Ling Feng is gone but Li Bufan is joining. He is the freak who has inherited the Wind and Thunder Transformation. He should be able to take Ling Feng's place.