The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 775: The Return of the Despicable Donkey

As the teleportation talisman in Yan Shuying's hand burned, golden light swirled around her, forming a space-time vortex. In the blink of an eye, she was about to escape right under everyone's noses.

Ling Feng frowned, wanting to stop her but finding himself powerless.

Teleportation talismans were life-saving treasures—once the space-time vortex opened, his current cultivation level was far from sufficient to interfere.

However, just as everyone thought Yan Shuying would slip away unscathed, a black shadow suddenly fell from the sky.

"Ouch!"

Just as everyone thought Yan Shuying was about to escape, a shadow suddenly fell from the sky. She could only watch in horror as the priceless teleportation talisman turned to ashes, while she was caught and stopped in her tracks.

"It's you!"

Ling Feng's eyelids twitched, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

On Yan Shuying's back stood a black figure draped in a wide cloak. Though his face was hidden, Ling Feng recognized him instantly.

Who else could interrupt a teleportation talisman and make such a flamboyant entrance but the Despicable Donkey?

Sure enough, the next moment, Despicable Donkey's familiar, sly laughter rang out. He plopped his rear down, nearly snapping Yan Shuying's spine in the process.

"Ah!"

Yan Shuying screamed again, cold sweat pouring down her forehead. "You bastard! How dare you disrespect me!"

"Hahaha! Being used as a cushion by this divine beast is an honor for you!"

Despicable Donkey tossed his cloak aside with flair, revealing his true form—a pitch-black donkey with gleaming white teeth, grinning mischievously. "Heh, kid, as soon as this divine beast shows up, this divine beast is already doing you a huge favor! Hehehe... Treasures, treasures!"

Despicable Donkey's eyes sparkled greedily, drool dripping from his mouth onto Yan Shuying, making her tremble with rage.

No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't break free.

Though this donkey may not be striking in appearance, it's a genuine demon emperor!

The onlookers gasped as they recognized him.

"Holy crap! Isn't that the black donkey that caused chaos at the Tianmeng Chamber of Commerce a while back?"

"Damn, this donkey even dared to fight the Tianmeng Chamber of Commerce's supreme elder! And now he's back in the imperial capital?"

"You don't know? I heard some big shot intervened and got the Tianmeng Chamber of Commerce to revoke the sky-tier kill order. That's why this donkey could return."

"..."

The crowd buzzed with fear and awe.

The elegant young lady of the Yan family was now being used as a seat cushion by this donkey—she must be going mad with fury.

Ling Feng rolled his eyes. This donkey never did anything useful—just caused trouble and left him to clean up the mess.

If not for him negotiating with the Tianmeng Chamber of Commerce to revoke the sky-tier kill order, this donkey would've been turned into a plate of donkey meat long ago.

Still, Ling Feng had gained two abnormal fires from the ordeal, so his anger subsided slightly. He said coolly, "So, you finally decided to come back, huh?"

"Hehe, this divine beast has been out slaying demons and upholding justice! A great deed!"

Despicable Donkey shifted on Yan Shuying's back, making himself more comfortable while she groaned in pain.

He even complained, "You skinny little thing, all bones! So damn uncomfortable!"

The crowd twitched. This donkey was using her as a seat cushion and still had the nerve to complain!

Ling Feng ignored him and crouched beside Yan Shuying. "Miss Yan, a bet is a bet. Tell me about that medical book."

"Hmph! Just you wait!"

Yan Shuying bit her lip, vowing to stew this damned donkey and make Ling Feng pay dearly!

Ling Feng smirked and signaled Despicable Donkey to get up. Despicable Donkey shrugged and hopped off Yan Shuying's back.

Grabbing Yan Shuying's collar, Ling Feng sneered, "I already know you don't have any real clues. You just wanted me to refine Youth-Preserving Pills for you."

Yan Shuying glared at him, humiliated and furious. This time, she had truly lost to Ling Feng.

"Who says I don't have clues? That worthless medical book of your Ling family has always been with Grandmother Empress Dowager—"

She blurted it out in anger before clamping her mouth shut, realizing her mistake.

"Oh?" Ling Feng raised an eyebrow and released her. "Thank you for the information, Miss Yan. Now I don't have to waste a trip to the Yan family in the Eastern Capital."

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"So what if you know?" Yan Shuying regretted her slip-up. The Empress Dowager would surely punish her severely.

"It just proves someone's hypocrisy." Ling Feng smirked. He had long suspected the Empress Dowager's deceit, but now, with Yan Shuying's confirmation, he no longer needed to hold back.

Still, the Empress Dowager was the nation's matriarch—dealing with her wouldn't be easy.

Retrieving The Profound Art of Acupuncture and Moxibustion from her would be far harder than taking it from the Yan family.

But no matter who stood in his way, he would reclaim this medical scripture.

Yan Shuying bit her lip and glared. "I told you the clue. Now let me go!"

"Who's holding you?"

Ling Feng shrugged. "But a servant should know their place. Where are your manners?"

"You—!"

Yan Shuying's teeth ground together. Earlier, she had bet that the loser would kneel, kowtow, and call the winner "master" three times.

She had wanted to humiliate Ling Feng publicly, but now the tables had turned.

And it was all that useless Liu Fanyu's fault! He couldn't even beat a mere maid!

Trash! Absolute trash!

"What's wrong? Not keeping your word?" Lin Mochen stepped forward, grinning. "Brother Feng, in our casino, people like this get their legs broken and sold to brothels!"

"Oh? Interesting." Ling Feng nodded. He wasn't actually planning to sell her off—just scare her.

Yu Sixian leered at Yan Shuying's legs. "Mhmm, long and straight. Brother Feng, I bet she'd fetch a good price!"