The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 205: Whether You Like It or Not, You'll Be The Chief Student!

The Devil Instructor, Leng Jianfeng, pushed the door open and entered. He glanced around Ling Feng, and then rubbed the stubble on his chin as he chuckled. "Kid, you're really lucky. How does it feel? Are you comfortable now?"

Ling Feng nodded. "Thank you for the medicinal bath, instructor. By the way, how long have I been unconscious?"

"Oh, not long. You were just asleep for two days and two nights," Leng Jianfeng said, pursing his lips.

"Just two days?"

Ling Feng rubbed his nose bridge, feeling relieved. Fortunately, he hadn't missed the agreed time with Yan Cangtian.

"Two days and two nights are still not enough! Damn it, I've spared no expense, and even used a Thousand-year Purple Sage for you. If you didn't wake up soon, those little brats would have caused chaos!"

With a smirk, Leng Jianfeng said, "Well, now that you're awake, it's time to get back to business. Don't think you can slack off just because you made a splash with the East Court students. I've kept track of the 200 laps you missed while you were out. From now on, you'll need to run an extra twenty laps every day for the next month. Understand?"

Ling Feng rolled his eyes. This guy really lives up to the title of Devil Instructor!

However, thinking about how he actually brought out a Thousand-year Purple Sage for his recovery, Ling Feng felt a little grateful. He nodded and said, "Yes, Instructor Leng!"

"By the way, starting from now, you are the chief of the East Court. You will assist me in supervising all of the students' cultivation. Any objections?"

"Chief of the East Court?" Ling Feng blinked. "Are there any benefits to that?"

"You brat..." Leng Jianfeng almost couldn't resist kicking Ling Feng. The position of chief student was coveted by many, yet this bastard still wanted benefits!

"If there are no benefits, then forget it. Instructor Leng, I'm used to being free and idle. I can't even manage myself properly!"

Ling Feng shrugged. What a joke. He had no interest in overseeing others' progress in cultivation. Moreover, he had to visit Yan Cangtian every three days to study the Classic Formula of the Medicine King and treat his medicinal toxicity. He simply didn't have the extra energy for these additional responsibilities.

"Oh, come on! You worked so hard that day! Everyone has already unanimously approved and elected you as the chief!"

"I-I just felt like I could run an extra thirty laps..."

Ling Feng felt a wave of helplessness washing over him. In the heat of the moment, he had unwittingly dug himself into a hole. Who would have thought that the training on the first day would be linked to becoming the chief student!

If others were to find out that Ling Feng was so dismissive of the position of chief student, they would probably want to slap him. You don't want to seize the opportunity? There are plenty of people who would love to excel in that role!

"Fucking bastard! I'm giving you face, aren't I?"

With a swift kick, Leng Jianfeng sent Ling Feng flying out of the room, making a stubborn decision on his own. "Hmph! Whether you like it or not, you'll be the chief student!"

Then, with a loud slam, the old rascal shut the door, completely denying Ling Feng any chance to refuse.

"I..."

Ling Feng wore a helpless expression, unable to explain himself even though he was in the right.

Ling Feng spent half a day wandering among the various pavilions and towers before finally finding the place where the yellow-tier students resided.

After confirming that it was indeed the Tianshu East Court, where he resided, Ling Feng strode into the courtyard with large steps.

There wasn't a single person inside the courtyard, indicating that they were probably all attending academic classes.

According to the schedule, today should include imperial history and military strategy courses, along with instruction from a middle-aged, balding mentor responsible for teaching the rules of true qi attribute transformation.

"Nobody around, perfect!" Ling Feng shrugged and decided to practice swordsmanship on his own for a while, loosening his body in the meantime.

Just as he unsheathed his sword, Ling Feng saw Ouyang Jing and Jiang Xiaofan each carrying a refined iron sword, rushing into the courtyard.

"Oh my, Big Brother, you're finally back!"

Upon seeing Ling Feng return, Ouyang Jing immediately rushed over, excited tears welling up in his eyes. "I thought that old monster Instructor Leng took you back to abuse you!"

Ling Feng rolled his eyes at Ouyang Jing's vivid imagination, shaking his head with a wry smile. "It's nothing like that. Instructor Leng just brought me back for some treatment."

"That's a relief. Yesterday, Instructor Leng asked us to send your clean clothes over. I thought you were..." Ouyang Jing coughed awkwardly and lowered his voice. "I thought Instructor Leng had some unpleasant indulgence!"

"What unpleasant indulgence?" Jiang Xiaofan, being pure-minded, didn't understand Ouyang Jing's dirty thoughts at all.

"Piss off!"

Ling Feng's forehead darkened, and he kicked Ouyang Jing in the butt. I thought he was a decent person at first, but only after getting to know him did I realize how lecherous he was inside!

"Hehe... Just kidding!" Ouyang Jing rubbed his butt and grinned. "Brother, you're quite famous in our East Court now! I heard that many female students secretly shed tears for you behind closed doors!"

Ling Feng rolled his eyes. "Boring!"

"By the way, today's imperial history's class mentor, Mentor Su, asked about you!" Jiang Xiaofan added, "Mentor Su seemed quite concerned when she saw you didn't attend the class."

"Haha, Mentor Su is truly something else, with that figure, that appearance..." Ouyang Jing sighed softly. "If I could marry someone like her in my lifetime, tsk tsk..."

Ling Feng reached out and tapped his forehead, speechless. "Brother, instead of indulging in fantasies, you'd be better off focusing on your cultivation!"

Ouyang Jing slung his sword over his neck. "I'm just thinking, what's wrong with that?"

"Oh, speaking of which, where are Zhou Kai and Feng Mo? Why haven't they come back yet?"

Ling Feng rubbed his nose. He decided not to mention the arrogant Yang Jun. As for Zhou Kai and the others, they were usually quite friendly, so he asked about them.

"Feng Mo went to the library to borrow books on imperial history after finishing the imperial history class. He's probably there for other reasons."

Ouyang Jing pursed his lips and demonstrated a few basic sword techniques with the iron sword in his hand, as he casually remarked, "As for Zhou Kai and He Yiming, they seem to have gone to the sword fighting arena. I saw from afar that they seemed to have clashed with students from the West Court at the arena. I was in a hurry to find Xiaofan at that time, so I didn't stick around to see what happened specifically."

"What's Zhou Kai doing at the sword fighting arena?"

Ling Feng rubbed his nose. As a prestigious martial institution, the academy placed great emphasis on competition among its students.

The sword fighting arena was a place where students sparred and honed their skills, and was not necessarily limited to swordplay. It accommodated various weapons, including knives, spears, sabers, and more.

Moreover, depending on the number of participants, there were both individual and team matches in the sword fighting arena.

Because the students trained by the Tianwei Academy were all elites destined for service in the empire, there was a particular emphasis on teamwork in combat. Competitions like the five-person team sword-fighting matches were also the most popular format among the four major academies in the imperial capital.

"It's probably related to Zhou Kai's sister. I heard that Zhou Kai has a sister who came with him and was assigned to the West Court. It seems she was harassed by someone!" Ouyang Jing said, disdain evident in his expression.

Just then, the slightly ajar door was met with a series of gentle knocks, followed by a clear voice asking, "Excuse me, does Zhou Kai live here?"