The Art of Chaotic Divinity

Chapter 638: The Little Witch!

Chapter 638: The Little Witch!

When Ling Feng saw this young woman again, he couldn't believe his eyes.

Jiang Biyi!

Ling Feng rubbed his nose, never expecting that the woman standing before him was the same young girl he had met back in Hanwu County when he wiped out the entire Jia family. She was from the Shadow Organization! (See Chapter 491/492, she was the thief)

Back then, this woman was captured by the Jia family's head as a human shield. She had been hit by a stray palm strike, and Ling Feng had saved her life.

However, wasn't the Shadow Organization supposed to operate in secret? Yet here she was, brazenly attending a banquet like this. This was quite a bold move for someone from the shadows.

To be honest, though, Ling Feng had to admit that without her usual black outfit, Jiang Biyi was stunning. Dressed in a luxurious gown, she radiated an otherworldly beauty, her elegant eyes sparkling like stars. Her refined presence was like an orchid blooming in a secluded valley, graceful and serene. It was no wonder she captured the attention of everyone around her.

Standing beside Jiang Biyi was a young man. Though Ling Feng didn't recognize his face, he could immediately sense that this was Ye Xingnan. The man was definitely wearing a human-skin mask, disguising his true appearance as someone plain and unnoticeable.

It seemed the Shadow Organization was up to something again, most likely planning to steal something valuable.

Ling Feng rubbed his nose again but had no intention of exposing them.

Just then, another figure entered the hall. It was an exceptionally handsome young man with a radiant smile. As soon as he appeared, he became the center of attention. Many noble ladies gathered around him, greeting him warmly, and some were even eager to throw themselves at him. The young men from noble families also swarmed around him, bowing and scraping and trying to curry favor.

Before the banquet, Ling Feng had already investigated the Tianyang Empire's envoy delegation. Apart from General Xiahou Lie, the Eleventh Prince, and the mysterious woman in purple, most of the delegation consisted of disciples from the Lieyang Sect.

In fact, the Eleventh Prince himself was a core disciple of the Lieyang Sect.

The Lieyang Sect held a position in the Tianyang Empire akin to that of the Cangqiong Sect in the Tianbai Empire, if not even more influential.

The young man who had just entered the hall was Feng Wuji, the same youth who had mocked Ling Feng during their earlier meeting in the grand hall.

It turned out that Feng Wuji was the Eleventh Prince's junior brother. Although he was only in his early twenties, he had already opened sixty meridian gates and reached the Transformation Realm, so he was a rather impressive young genius.

Moreover, the Feng family was a prestigious clan in the Tianyang Empire, which only added to Feng Wuji's arrogance.

Ling Feng rubbed his nose, quietly sitting off to the side. He had no desire to interact with these second-generation heirs. It would only lower his IQ to get involved with them.

...

"Little ancestor, can you please tone it down a bit since Steward Wei isn't here?"

Ye Xingnan trailed behind Jiang Biyi, grumbling incessantly.

This little ancestor of his had barely recovered from her injuries, and here she was sneaking out again. Ye Xingnan was furious with Ling Feng for ruining his mission the other day, which left him no choice but to stay by this little ancestor's side, acting as her bodyguard.

Guarding this girl was far more difficult than completing a hundred missions. Not to mention, she constantly played tricks on him, leaving him on the verge of tears.

"Ye Xingnan, can't you act like a man for once? Go out, have fun, and flirt with some girls!"

Jiang Biyi turned around, glaring at him, her cheeks puffed out in annoyance. "Stop following me!"

Even though she was looking at Ye Xingnan, her body kept moving forward, and she accidentally bumped into none other than Feng Wuji.

"Who dares—!?"

Feng Wuji's brows furrowed, but when he saw that the person who bumped into him was a beautiful woman, his expression immediately softened, and a lecherous smile crept across his face.

"Little beauty!"

Feng Wuji stopped his angry outburst and adopted a gentlemanly demeanor, chuckling, "Young lady, you should be more careful when walking."

"Oh," Jiang Biyi pouted, taking a few steps back. "So, there's no problem, right? If not, I'll be on my way."

"Wait, young lady, it seems like fate brought us together. How about we have a drink?"

Feng Wuji feigned a refined demeanor, but his eyes kept lingering on Jiang Biyi's chest, making her feel incredibly uncomfortable.

"No thanks. We don't share any fate. Now move aside!" Jiang Biyi stepped back, glaring at him fiercely.

"Hahaha, I like girls with spirit," Feng Wuji grinned, clearly marking her as his next target. Compared to Jiang Biyi, the other women here were just plain and ordinary.

"Young lady, this is Feng Wuji, a direct disciple of the Lieyang Sect from the Tianyang Empire. Surely you should give Mr. Feng some face, right?"

"Yeah, look at all the guests here. Everyone would love to have a drink with Mr. Feng. It's a rare honor to receive an invitation from him!"

"That's right! Most people could only dream of such an opportunity."

The lackeys surrounding Feng Wuji acted as if he were their master, showering him with praises.

"Hmph, no interest means no interest. Stop blocking my way, or else!"

Jiang Biyi raised her hand and warned, "Or I won't be polite!"

"Oh, such delicate hands," Feng Wuji grabbed her hand, bringing it close to his nose. He sniffed it while grinning sleazily. "So fragrant!"

"Oh really?"

Jiang Biyi smiled and narrowed her eyes. "But I remember rubbing some itching powder on my hand. It should smell a bit spicy, no?"

"What? You—!"

Feng Wuji immediately let go of her hand, sneezing violently. He began scratching his nose furiously, and in no time, his nose swelled up, making him look like a pig.

"Hahaha! You big oaf, do you still dare block my way?"

Jiang Biyi clapped her hands before standing with her hands on her hips, a triumphant look on her face.

"You wretched girl! Somebody, arrest her!"

Feng Wuji was trembling with rage. His nose was bleeding from all the scratching, yet he still couldn't stop the unbearable itching.

This kind of powerful itching powder would last for half an hour, and by the time it wore off, his nose might be completely destroyed.

"You little witch! Hand over the antidote!"

At that moment, several hidden guards from the Tianyang Empire sprang into action, surrounding Jiang Biyi with swords drawn. They even activated a sealing barrier, ensuring she couldn't escape.