Chapter 157

"I’m not content... I’m not content!"Lin Canglang struggled on the ground, howling, and during his struggle, he finally made out the black figure.

The voluminous black robe covered his entire body, even the head was masked by a Ghost Mask, hideous and terrifying.

Upon seeing, one could only make out a pair of eyes, a pair that defied description in words.

Within those eyes were filled with peculiar runes that seemed not to be from this world.

The black-robed figure stared at Lin Canglang, his gaze devoid of any emotion, yet it possessed a sort of wisdom deep as the mysteries of Heaven and Earth.

Finally, the black-robed figure spoke slowly, "You, are not yet dead."

His voice was extremely calm, tranquil like the surface of a lake without a single ripple, even capable of soothing the soul and the mind.

The panicked Lin Canglang calmed down instantly, even the terrifying oppressive sensation disappeared in a flash.

Lin Canglang felt a surge of relief throughout his body, and even the injuries on his body were fully restored.

He slowly sat up, looking incredulously at the black-robed figure in front of him and timidly asked, "May I ask who you are, senior, and why you would save me?"

"That’s not a question you should ask." The black-robed figure stood with his hands behind his back, speaking slowly in that calm voice, "You are not dead now, not because you should not die, but because I do not need you to die. When I need you to, you would be unable to escape, whether to the skies above or beneath the ground."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Lin Canglang’s teeth chattered, "Senior’s divine skills are unparalleled in my life, could senior be that Immortal God above the Nine Heavens?"

"Immortal God, what is that," the figure retorted. "The Heavenly Dao, what right does it have to dominate the fates of mankind." The runes in the figure’s eyes flickered, and the world around them collapsed completely. The next moment, Lin Canglang found himself in a land of ice and snow.

In an instant, the ice and snow dispersed, and the surrounding area turned into a molten rock hell!

Then, thunder rolled, and Lin Canglang found himself mired deep in a tumultuous Thunder Swamp! ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novᴇl(ꜰ)ire.ɴet

In a mere moment, Heaven and Earth alternated, Qiankun reversed! Such abilities could only be described as Divine Miracles!

Cursing the Immortal Gods! Denouncing the Heavenly Dao!

Who was this person, to dare to go against such great taboos!

Lin Canglang’s heart, even his soul, trembled, why had he met such a person?

If he wasn’t going to kill him, could it be that he intended to take him as an apprentice?

Lin Canglang took a deep breath, but didn’t dare to say another word, simply waiting for the black-robed figure to initiate conversation.

After a long while, the black-robed figure closed his eyes slightly and then opened them again, but when Lin Canglang looked again, he found himself back in the dense forest where it all began.

"Your injuries are healed," the black-robed figure said with a flick of his sleeve, indifferently, "You can go now."

"Go?" Lin Canglang’s eyelids twitched. This mysterious black-robed figure saved him and asked nothing of him, just letting him go like that?

"Yes, you are free to go." The black-robed figure’s eyes locked on Lin Canglang’s, and then, Lin Canglang shuddered, as if he had received something, or perhaps not received anything at all, suddenly lost in thought. When he came back to his senses, the black-robed figure had already disappeared without a trace.

As if he had never been there at all.

However, the healed wounds on his body were obviously telling him that everything that had just happened was not a dream.

"Go pursue your ambitions..."

A voice filled with temptation echoed in his mind, as if a demon’s hand had seized his soul.

The next moment, Lin Canglang suddenly realized that in his mind, there had emerged some new information, seemingly a Cultivation Technique.

"Heavenly Demon Forget Love Technique!"

"Severing all love and righteousness, recognizing no kin, following the Heavenly Demon’s path, where one reigns supreme above all emperors..." Lin Canglang’s hands were trembling slightly.

"So it’s like that, so it is!" Lin Canglang laughed wildly toward the sky, "Hahaha... Ultimately, this is the will of heaven; what does the measly Wenxian Sect amount to? With the ’Heavenly Demon Forget Love Technique,’ even the entire empire is in my hands! Hahaha... Thank you, predecessor, thank you!"

His laughter echoed through the mountains and forests, unceasing for a long time...

Not far away, a dark figure stood atop a mountain peak, clad in a black robe that concealed his body, revealing only a pair of eyes.

Within his eyes, myriad mystical engravings spread out, as if they contained the utmost principles of heaven and earth.

At this moment, a slightly hunched old man approached slowly, his eyes somewhat vacant, and spoke faintly, "Why did the master pass on the ’Heavenly Demon Forget Love Technique’ to him?"

"The ’Heavenly Demon Forget Love Technique’ is not something a mediocrity like him can cultivate." The man in the black robe let out a bizarre laugh, "The wheel of fate has only just begun to turn sluggishly."

"Another pitiful soul," the hunched old man sighed softly.

"Pitiful ones often have aspects that make them detestable," the man in the black robe said with a flick of his sleeve, "Let’s go, we’ve been exposed for too long, and those Sky Patrol Angels might discover us."

With that, the man in the black robe and the hunched old man immediately disappeared into a void.

Just as they vanished, the hunched old man’s gaze drifted into the distance, and a hint of tear glimmered in his vacant eyes...

Three days later.

With the assistance of Elder Yao and several other seniors, Wenxian Sect’s affairs had finally returned to order.

In truth, with the Nine Peaks of Wenxian Sect governing independently, the role of Sect Leader involved little actual management.

Once he became familiar with the position, Ling Feng realized that being Sect Leader was in essence just a figurehead for the sect; he didn’t need to do much beyond cultivating his own skills.

However, simply being an effective figurehead for a sect wasn’t an easy task.

At the Liuxian Main Peak, in the Council Hall.

The Peak Masters had been elected anew and were now presenting themselves before the new Sect Leader.

Within just three short days, the news of Ling Feng becoming the Sect Leader of Wenxian Sect had spread throughout the Immortal Trace Mountain Range’s Sect World.

However, as Wenxian Sect was merely a third-rate small sect, changing such a minor Sect Leader was of little significance to the broader Sect World, incapable of stirring the slightest ripple.

"Sect Leader, the various teams sent to search for Lin Canglang have found no trace of him," a disciple said, bowing.

"Three days have already passed; it no longer makes sense to continue the search," Ling Feng waved his hand slightly and said indifferently, "Tell the disciples to return. There’s no need to look any further."

"Yes, Sect Leader."

Duanmu Qingshan, who was sitting to one side, heard the news and sighed, clenching his fists as a sharp glint flashed in his eyes, as if he had made some decision.

Shortly afterward, once all matters were concluded, the Peak Masters left, leaving only Ling Feng, Duanmu Qingshan, and Elder Yao in the great hall.

Duanmu Qingshan stood up and said solemnly, "Xiao Feng, you have done very well these past three days; it is time for your Master to leave."

"Master, why are you in such a hurry to go?"

"Yes, fellow disciple, wouldn’t it be better to wait until the sect stabilizes before leaving?" Elder Yao quickly chimed in with words of persuasion.

"Leaving sooner or later makes no difference. Xiao Feng, with your assistance, it will be sufficient," Duanmu Qingshan let out a light sigh, "My departure this time serves two purposes: first, I need to search for my ill-fated daughter; second, I plan to eliminate that scoundrel Lin Canglang. As long as he lives, my hatred remains unquenched!"