Chapter 159: Black Scale Dragon Horse!

Packing up his belongings, Ling Feng tossed everything into the Spirit Storage Ring and prepared to set out on his journey.Stepping out of the Sect Leader’s residence, the courtyard outside was already filled with the Masters of the Wenxian Sect’s Nine Peaks and a group of high-ranking Elders, all waiting at the entrance.

Ling Feng scanned the crowd and noticed that Elder Yao was not present, which prompted him to ask, "Where is Elder Yao?"

Beside him, one of the Peak Masters squinted and smiled, "Elder Yao knew you were departing, Sect Leader, and said he had a gift to prepare for you."

"A gift?" Ling Feng’s eyebrows rose, and he nodded, "Elder Yao has really gone to great lengths."

At this moment, the sun was directly overhead, its rays showering down as a mountain breeze whisked by, causing the trees to sway and their shadows to dance.

The group had been waiting at the entrance for a while when they saw Elder Yao riding a tall horse, coming from the direction of the rising sun through the clouds.

Everyone’s attention turned to the impressive steed. The horse was pitch-black, muscular, and extremely robust. Its mane shone with a glossy sheen tinged with faint red, while sharp barbs adorned its hooves, exuding an unbridled and haughty demeanor.

Clearly, this was no ordinary horse but a hybrid with demon blood.

Ling Feng narrowed his eyes, knowing even the weakest cloud-riding demon beasts reached at least the Third Rank, comparable to a human expert of the Magnetic Condensation Realm!

Elder Yao had clearly put much thought into finding such a mount for him.

Elder Yao leaped off the horse’s back and strode toward Ling Feng, speaking warmly, "Sect Leader, this is the gift I present to you, the Black Scale Dragon Horse! What do you think?"

"Neigh!"

With a long whinny, the Black Scale Dragon Horse exhaled a puff of white mist from its nostrils, its pitch-black eyes radiating a domineering air and a faint killing intent emanating from its body.

Had it not been subdued by Elder Yao, it would undoubtedly be a wildly ferocious demon.

However, this killing intent suited Ling Feng’s taste. He stepped forward and stroked the neck of the Black Scale Dragon Horse.

Defiant and unruly, the Dragon Horse opened its mouth to bite Ling Feng’s hand, but as soon as it sensed the sharp and overwhelming killing intent Ling Feng emitted, it shuddered in fear and no longer dared to make a move.

Seeing the Black Scale Dragon Horse quickly subdued, Ling Feng grinned and said, "Thank you, Elder Yao, I really like this gift."

Elder Yao stroked his beard and laughed heartily, "As long as the Sect Leader is pleased. This horse can travel eight thousand li in a day, ride clouds, and possesses incredible brute force. With it as your mount, you’ll save a lot of effort."

"Alright, I’m leaving now! Thank you, Elder Yao!"

Ling Feng nodded at Elder Yao, lifted his leg to mount the Black Scale Dragon Horse, turned it around, and was about to depart.

"Sect Leader!"

At the end of the road, suddenly, a figure emerged, slowly advancing with the help of several people.

It was none other than Lo Jianying and others like Jiang Wanqing, Zhou Yan, and Wang Qiang, who had entered Luofeng Canyon with Ling Feng, all present.

Lo’s injuries had recovered a lot. Although he still wasn’t walking normally, he was able to get out of bed and walk on his own.

"It’s you guys!"

Ling Feng disembarked from the Black Scale Dragon Horse with a knowing smile and stepped forward to support Lo, "Your wounds haven’t fully healed, why trouble yourself like this?"

"Sect Leader, your grace in rebuilding me, Jianying will never forget. As you head to the Imperial City, it’s only right for us disciples to see you off," Lo said and was about to kneel in gratitude to Ling Feng.

"Alright, if you are grateful, once your injuries are healed, dedicate yourself to cultivation and glorify Wenxian Sect," Ling Feng patted his shoulder and looked towards the disciples around his own age, simply stating, "Young people, you must continuously strive to become stronger. Cultivate well!"

"We will heed Sect Leader’s teachings!"

The disciples bowed deeply, Ling Feng nodded slightly, and turned back to Elder Yao, "Lo Jianying and Jiang Wanqing both have good talent and determination. After I leave, Elder can cultivate these two, and in the future, they may also become pillars of our Wenxian Sect."

"Yes, Sect Leader!" Elder Yao promptly nodded in agreement, recognizing the importance of nurturing the talent personally selected by the Sect Leader.

"Then that’s settled. Everyone, take care. I’m off!"

With a powerful leap, Ling Feng once again mounted the Black Scale Dragon Horse, which took to the air like a gust of wind. In the blink of an eye, it soared skyward, and Ling Feng felt the whistling of the wind in his ears as they shot forth like lightning.

The speed of this Demon Horse far surpassed his Qinling Light Wings by more than a few times over.

Before long, Ling Feng’s figure had receded into the distance against the backdrop of the setting sun, completely disappearing from view.

"Sect Leader..." Jiang Wanqing watched Ling Feng’s retreating figure and couldn’t help but sigh softly to herself, realizing that she and he were from different worlds after all.

Indeed, one’s entire life can be changed by a single encounter with Ling Feng...

About half a day later, Ling Feng arrived once again at Hanwu County. According to the map, once he left Hanwu County, he could then take the official road straight to the Imperial City.

Ling Feng touched his nose and urged the Black Scale Dragon Horse back to the ground. Although the hybrid Demon Horse was fast, it consumed a lot of energy, requiring meat for every meal.

Fortunately, as the leader of a sect and having slaughtered the Blood Night Four Fierce, the wealth inside their Spirit Storage Rings was now solely his. At this moment, he could be considered somewhat wealthy.

With an entire month remaining before the Four Great Universities’ recruitment, Ling Feng was in no hurry to travel and spurred the Black Scale Dragon Horse into the city.

Passing merchants and travelers couldn’t help but give Ling Feng’s Black Scale Dragon Horse a few extra glances, noting that such a horse was far from the ordinary, signifying that the rider must belong to a distinguished and wealthy family. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ NovᴇlFɪre.ɴet

As evening fell, Ling Feng had no choice but to stop in front of a bustling inn.

The sharp-eyed attendant saw the value of Ling Feng’s horse immediately, realizing that this patron was sure to be wealthy—in other words, a cash cow had arrived!

"Good sir, are you looking for lodging or just a rest stop?" the attendant said, bowing and greeting him with a smile.

"Lodging," Ling Feng replied indifferently. "Take good care of my horse, and remember, it must be fed meat!"

With that, he tossed out several Crystal Coins as a tip for feeding his horse.

"Right away!"

Upon receiving the Crystal Coins, the attendant promptly instructed the stable boy to take the Black Scale Dragon Horse, and then led Ling Feng to the innkeeper to check in.

Ling Feng booked an upper-class room, settled his luggage, and then chose a window-side seat in the upstairs hall. He ordered a table full of delicacies and began to feast with gusto.

While eating, he suddenly heard a neighing sound, "Xiuluolu." Ling Feng’s eyebrows furrowed; he recognized it as his own Black Scale Dragon Horse’s call.

"Hmm?"

His eyes narrowed, a sly smile touched his lips. "It seems I’ve encountered an ’old friend’!"

With a swift motion, Ling Feng leaped up and jumped straight out of the window.