Chapter 43 - Sect Leader Serving Tea!

Ling Feng had personally escorted Miss Yue Yunlan and her servant out of the Wenxian Sect’s mountain gate and had then returned to Little Bamboo Peak via the original route.

Along the way, whether Outer Sect Disciples, Inner Sect Disciples, and even some Stewards and Elders, the look in their eyes when they saw Ling Feng had changed.

Previously, due to Duanmu Qingshan’s influence, they had all treated him with respect but kept their distance.

Now, it seemed Ling Feng had a rather good relationship with the young lady of the Cangqiong Sect; and perhaps even the Sect Leader wouldn’t dare to treat him with slight carelessness!

After learning of this news, the one who was most unwilling to accept it was none other than Yang Wei, the Peak Master of Feixing Peak.

Ling Feng was the one Yang Wei had personally sent to Duanmu Qingshan’s side.

Not only had he sent away a talent, but now he had even connected with a young lady with such a profound background as Yue Yunlan.

At the moment, the Sect Leader of Wenxian had gathered Yang Wei, Lee Liang, and other Elders, as well as trusted disciples like Yun Zheng, inside the Main Peak Hall, all with somewhat somber expressions on their faces.

“Master Sect Leader, Ling Feng has already sent Miss Yue down the mountain,” a disciple rushed into the hall and reported loudly.

“Good, go and call Ling Feng here — tell him the Sect Leader has requested his presence and that he should hurry!” Lin Canglang said with a solemn face.

ic Condensation Realm sitting in the hall also surrounded Ling Feng with hearty laughs, “Junior Brother Ling Feng, you’ve finally arrived.

I only caught a glimpse of you from a distance in the Outer Sect Plaza earlier, and I thought you were a standout among men, a real dragon among people.

Now, seeing you up close, you’re indeed extraordinary!”

“What do you mean Junior Brother Ling Feng!

By seniority, we should be calling him Senior Ling Feng!”

“Yes, yes, Senior Ling Feng!

Look at my big mouth, I deserve to be smacked, I really do!”

The disciple who spoke last actually smacked himself twice hard on the face.

“Glug.” Yun Zheng swallowed hard.

If Miss Yue had taken an interest in him, he would be the one sitting here today, being revered as an “ancestor” by everyone.

He clenched his fists, attempting to force a smile and join in the flattery.

With a devilish curve on his lips, Ling Feng looked towards Lin Canglang, speaking indifferently, “Sect Leader, you asked for me, what business do we have?”

“Heh, it’s nothing too serious.” Lin Canglang picked up a cup of tea and said with a light smile, “Come, come, you must be tired from the journey, have some tea first.”

“Now that the Sect Leader mentions it, I am feeling a bit thirsty,” Ling Feng accepted the cup, then suddenly frowned, “It’s a bit cold though!”

“Is it?” Lee Liang quickly approached and felt the cup, “It is a little cold.

Let me warm it up for you!”

As he spoke, Lee Liang held the tea cup between his hands, circulating his robust True Qi.

Shortly after, the tea began to simmer lightly and when it emitted a delightful aroma, it was clear that it was indeed top-grade tea.

“Not bad, not bad at all.” Ling Feng took a small sip from the cup.

The Sect Leader serves tea, an Elder heats it!

Such treatment was awesome!

“This tea is good.” Ling Feng put down the cup and stretched in his chair, “Ah, after drinking tea, my legs feel a bit sore.”

“I’ll do it!”

A Main Peak Disciple immediately knelt down and began to massage Ling Feng’s calf, “Senior Ling Feng, my family has a tradition of foot reflexology!”

“No need for you,” Ling Feng’s gaze fixed directly on Yun Zheng.

Pointing at him, he said lightly, “You, come!”

“Me?” Yun Zheng frowned.

He was the true disciple of the Sect Leader, possibly the future Sect Leader of Wenxian Sect, and now he was expected to massage the feet of an Inner Sect Disciple!

“Don’t want to?

It’s okay then!” Ling Feng shook his head, “You know me, when my feet are sore, I tend to get a loose tongue, prone to saying random things, and my memory slips too!”

“You disobedient disciple, will you not come over!” Lin Canglang suddenly stood up and turned back to glare fiercely at Yun Zheng.

A jolt of fear struck Yun Zheng’s heart; his Master always pursued interests above all else.

Even as his close disciple, he knew that in crucial moments, his Master would be the first to sacrifice him, to protect the more valuable pieces.

“I’m coming!

I’m coming!”

Gritting his teeth, Yun Zheng stooped down in front of Ling Feng, reaching out to begin the massage.

However, before his hand even touched Ling Feng’s calf, Ling Feng scrunched his eyebrows and kicked out, sending Yun Zheng flying a good ten meters away and landing in a complete mess!