Ling Feng looked up and quickly recognized the newcomer as a disciple of the Cangqiong Sect. With a faint smile, he promptly rose to greet him.
"I am Ling Feng. Senior Brother, you've come a long way. Please, take a seat and rest."
The disciple from the Cangqiong Sect waved his hand hastily and took out a parcel from his storage spirit ring, saying respectfully, "Mr. Ling, this is something Elder Wen asked me to deliver to you. My task is now complete, and it's time for me to return to the sect."
"I see." Ling Feng accepted the parcel with a smile, saying, "Very well then, Senior Brother. Take care on your journey."
After seeing off the Cangqiong Sect disciple, Ling Feng turned and walked back into the courtyard.
"Big Brother, who was that person just now? He seemed quite formidable. Is he not a student of our Tianwei Academy?" Ouyang Jing couldn't help asking.
"He's an old friend who came to deliver something. Consider him a messenger," Ling Feng replied casually, choosing not to disclose his relationship with the Cangqiong Sect.
Although he was technically considered a distinguished guest of the Cangqiong Sect, he saw no need to flaunt this connection.
The others nodded, except for Yang Jun, who seemed contemplative.
His background surpassed that of ordinary aristocratic youths; he would never mistake the emblem of the Cangqiong Sect.
Yang Jun silently rejoiced that he hadn't offended Ling Feng too deeply. Otherwise, if he had truly crossed swords with Ling Feng, his days would likely be numbered.
With the parcel in hand, Ling Feng returned to his room.
After arriving in the imperial capital, he had entrusted a messenger to deliver a letter to the Cangqiong Sect, informing Wen Tingguang of his presence in the capital and briefly mentioning his appointment as the sect leader of the Wenxian Sect.
He mostly did this because he didn't want Wen Tingguang to make a wasted trip to the Wenxian Sect the next time the sect leader of the Canqiong Sect needed treatment.
"Surprisingly, the efficiency of the messengers in the imperial capital is quite commendable."
Ling Feng pursed his lips and slowly unwrapped the parcel.
He was curious about what Wen Tingguang sent him.
As he opened the parcel, Ling Feng's eyes widened in surprise.
"Regenerative Golden Needles!"
Before him lay a neat row of golden needles nestled within a pouch made of golden threads.
Ling Feng counted carefully and found that there were not just the eight Regenerative Golden Needles he had originally requested, but a total of nine—surpassing his expectations.
Ling Feng couldn't help but swallow hard. Even with his current wealth, combined with the Wenxian Sect's resources, he could probably only afford one Regenerative Golden Needle. The Cangqiong Sect truly lived up to its reputation as a divine guardian sect. In less than three months, they had crafted nine Regenerative Golden Needles for him.
If you included his original needle, he now had quite a few!
"Haha, what a pleasant surprise!" Ling Feng exclaimed joyfully. With these ten Regenerative Golden Needles, he could set up a formidable Regenerative Needle Array to treat Yan Cangtian. While it might not completely eliminate the medicinal toxicity in his body, neutralizing a significant portion of it would be feasible.
Perhaps, through the method of steady perseverance, without even needing the Azure Cloud Striped Pill, they could eventually heal Yan Cangtian's eyes.
However, Ling Feng had no certainty about the timeline.
Continuing to search the parcel, he also found a letter.
Naturally, it was from Wen Tingguang.
The contents of Wen Tingguang's letter were concise, informing Ling Feng that the Regenerative Golden Needles had been completed under his supervision and sent to him ahead of schedule. He also mentioned being currently occupied but promised to visit Tianwei Academy for a chat when time allowed.
Furthermore, Wen Tingguang mentioned that Yue Yunlan and a group of disciples were currently on a mission for the sect, and were thus unable to return to Tianwei Academy immediately. Ling Feng and Yue Yunlan could reunite once she returned.
After reading the letter, Ling Feng couldn't help but shake his head with a smile, thinking that the term 'reunite' seemed somewhat ambiguous.
He and Yue Yunlan were merely acquaintances, after all.
Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, half a month had passed.
During the first half month at Tianwei Academy, most people had adapted to the hundred laps of training. Remarkable students like Ling Feng had even elevated their weights from 500 to 700 or even 1000 pounds.
In addition, the Devil Instructor, Leng Jianfeng, had finally begun guiding students in swordsmanship practice.
Starting from basic sword techniques and forms, he delved deeper into the true essence of swordsmanship, which was known as sword will.
Of course, sword will wasn't the only type of will; there was also knife will, fist will, spear will, and so forth.
However, within the Tianbai Empire, sword cultivation was the most common, hence the use of sword will as an example for comprehensive explanation.
Outside of martial arts instruction, theoretical and cultural courses were taught by mentors in the classroom.
In summary, this half month had provided Ling Feng with a comprehensive and systematic understanding of the martial arts system.
He now realized that what he coincidentally comprehended before was actually sword will!
Strictly speaking, what he had was more like a sword embryo. Only when the sword embryo had evolved completely into the phantom of a sword blade could it be considered true sword will.
However, this discovery had truly astonished Ling Feng because both Leng Jianfeng and the martial arts theory mentors had stated that sword will, even within Tianwei Academy, was extremely rare.
Even among the sky-tier students who had undergone rigorous selection and assessment, fewer than one hundred possessed sword will!
And yet, Ling Feng was a peculiar exception—a yellow-tier student possessing what could be described as half-step sword will.
No wonder Gu Tengfeng had been so thrilled when he sensed the fluctuations of Ling Feng's sword will that day.
The class of imperial etiquette.
Responsible for teaching imperial etiquette was a female mentor, who actually looked quite decent.
However, she was only deemed decent due to the fact that there was a far prettier mentor around. The presence of the beautiful mentor Su Qingxuan made everyone completely disinterested in the courses of this female mentor.
"Alright, that's all for today's lesson on imperial etiquette."
The female mentor snorted lightly when she saw the lazy students in the classroom. She thought to herself, "These annoying students. When it's time for midterms, I'll give you all a C!
All of the students stretched lazily and left the classroom.
Learning imperial etiquette was even more unbearable than enduring martial arts training from the devil instructor.
Perhaps because they were used to being pushed by the devil instructor, it seemed like their bodies couldn't function properly without being pushed around every day.
Qin Wanwan pretended to casually pass by Ling Feng and slipped a note to him, and then gave him a threatening look before proudly walking away.
Ling Feng opened the note and read the five words written elegantly on it: "Meet me at the library!"
Ling Feng frowned. He should have never agreed to such a humiliating condition from that woman!
"Big Brother, I'm a bit confused about the fist technique that Instructor Leng taught me yesterday. Can you give me some guidance?"
Jiang Xiaofan was completely obsessed with martial arts. No matter what class he attended, his mind was filled with thoughts of martial skills.
"I'm going to the library. If you're interested, come along," Ling Feng said calmly.
"The library?" Jiang Xiaofan quickly stepped back a few paces. "Big Brother, you go ahead. I'll wait for you at the Tianshu East Court."
Whenever it came to reading, his head would spin. The thought of going to the library, a place full of books, might make him faint immediately.
"Reading more can broaden your horizons!" Ling Feng sighed lightly, patting Jiang Xiaofan's shoulder gently.
Suddenly, he remembered Feng Mo, his roommate at Tianshu East Court, who frequented the library every other day. He wondered what irresistible attraction the library held for him.