# Chapter 1834: Awaiting Orders at the Sword Pavilion
Lin Feng calmly looked at Emperor Wen. In the past, when his master had joined forces with him, Emperor Wen had been cordial and quite polite. Now, having become the Lord of the Central Wasteland, he had completely reversed his former demeanor, his tone somewhat oppressive. This inevitably made Lin Feng even more suspicious that the Wen Clan's past alliance with the Heavenly Terrace had been nothing more than pure exploitation.
Moreover, the Wen Clan, like the Qi Clan and the Sikong Clan of old, belonged to the Nine Great Immortal Palaces and Heavenly Fortresses' sphere of influence. Lin Feng did not believe the Wen Clan had been unaware of Qi Tian Fortress's schemes back then. Regarding the Wen Clan and Wen Tian Fortress, Lin Feng had too many reasons for suspicion. Especially when the Lord of Wen Tian Fortress was the first to choose to stand on the side of Qing Di Mountain and oppose his Heavenly Terrace, Lin Feng had decided he would definitely destroy Wen Tian Fortress.
"Addressing you as 'senior' is no trouble for me, but I'm afraid you might not be worthy of it." Lin Feng said with a faint smile, causing Emperor Wen to reveal a cold smirk. "Lin Feng, take me to see Senior Skyless Sword Emperor. My Wen Clan has long admired Senior Skyless Sword Emperor, and we have come specially today to pay our respects."
"My Sikong Clan has also come to pay respects to Senior Skyless Sword Emperor." The Martial Emperor of the Sikong Clan spoke coldly. He and Lin Feng had quite a few grievances. But this was the Sword Pavilion, and someone had just broken through the small world. Their purpose in coming here was to test Skyless Sword Emperor, to see if he would concern himself with external affairs.
Lin Feng looked at the group before him. Were they here to pressure him? A cold gleam flashed in his eyes as Lin Feng uttered a single word: "Scram!"
Hearing Lin Feng's voice, Emperor Wen and the Sikong Martial Emperor's expressions stiffened, cold light flickering. Emperor Wen sneered, "Lin Feng, my Wen Clan treated you with considerable courtesy in the past. Now you dare speak to your elders like this? It seems I need to discipline you on behalf of your two masters."
As he spoke, a rolling chill suddenly erupted from Emperor Wen's body. Laws howled, his voice turning icy: "You haven't become a Martial Emperor in all these years. If your masters were still alive, they would be ashamed of you."
As his words fell, Emperor Wen's palm trembled slightly. Instantly, the power of Void Law enveloped Lin Feng's body, transforming into a spatial prison that bound him. He wanted to teach Lin Feng a lesson and, incidentally, test whether Skyless Sword Emperor would emerge.
Void power coiled around Lin Feng's body. Emperor Wen's hand suddenly clenched, and powerful Law force ravaged Lin Feng's physique. Yet Lin Feng's expression remained unchanged. In his pupils, however, a cold gleam bloomed. Looking into those icy eyes, Emperor Wen's pupils suddenly contracted, feeling as if shrouded by a deathly aura.
"You're seeking death." Lin Feng's voice was ice-cold. How dare he presume to discipline him in the name of his masters? A dragon's reverse scale—touch it and incur wrath. Lin Feng took a step forward, and instantly, a terrifying pressure descended upon Emperor Wen, causing his face to change dramatically. This pressure made his entire body feel weak.
"You..." Emperor Wen's expression shifted drastically as he stared intently at Lin Feng, a look of shock in his eyes.
"Who told you I haven't become a Martial Emperor?" Lin Feng's icy voice pierced straight into Emperor Wen's heart. The power of Death Law pierced through Emperor Wen's body, making his face ashen, as if covered by deathly qi.
"Whoosh!" Void Law enveloped Emperor Wen's body. He tried to retreat in spatial disorder, but he found Lin Feng following like a shadow, standing before him like a terrifying demon god. Then his hand suddenly swung out.
A palm strike descended like a god's hand from the void. Accompanied by a crisp sound, Emperor Wen received a vicious slap. His body was knocked to the ground by Lin Feng's palm, his head feeling as if it had been twisted sideways by the blow.
This scene caused the pupils of those around to contract sharply. Emperor Wen, utterly powerless.
"Martial Emperor... how is this possible? He's not a Martial Emperor?" The expressions of those from the Sikong and Wen Clans changed dramatically. This slap seemed to strike down their arrogant flames.
"Young Master!" The people of the Sword Pavilion all had sharp glints flashing in their eyes, as if sword light was about to burst forth from their pupils, incredibly sharp. Seeing what had just happened, they all understood—their former young master, the unparalleled genius Lin Feng, had returned!
Emperor Wen, utterly powerless. In the current Eight Wastelands, how many could contend with him?
"The Young Master has concealed his cultivation." Sword Tomb murmured softly. The surrounding Sword Pavilion people all clenched their fists. They recalled Lin Feng's words: in the Central Wasteland, from now on, the Sword Pavilion would reign supreme. This was confidence, not an empty boast. Lin Feng didn't even need to rely on the might of the Sword Emperor ancestor.
Emperor Wen tried to struggle to his feet, but Lin Feng's foot directly stepped on him, like a terrifying mountain pressing down, about to crush his entire body. The terrifying power made it impossible for him to move even a fraction.
"Kill!" Emperor Wen's face was pale as he fiercely struck out with a Void palm imprint. With a booming explosion, it slammed into Lin Feng's body. Yet Lin Feng's figure remained proudly standing, not even shifting a hair. This made Emperor Wen feel his heart turn ice-cold, as if falling into a frozen cellar. His Law attack couldn't even make Lin Feng's body budge an inch.
The others also felt a chill run through their bodies, their hearts slightly cold. A Law attack couldn't move Lin Feng at all. Just how strong was Lin Feng now?
"You want to discipline me on behalf of my masters?" Lin Feng's icy pupils seemed to pierce into Emperor Wen's heart, causing his eyes to flicker constantly. Finally, he squeezed out a smile and said, "Nephew Lin Feng, I thought you had been neglecting your cultivation earlier, so my words and actions were a bit aggressive. I hope you won't take it to heart."
"Ah..." As his words fell, a cracking sound accompanied his screams. Lin Feng's foot viciously stomped on his body, shattering who knew how many bones.
"Nephew Lin Feng? You're worthy?" Lin Feng's voice was cold and indifferent. "At this time tomorrow, all those above the Honored Martial Realm from the Wen Clan and Sikong Clan will come to the Sword Pavilion to await my orders. Disobey my command, and bear the consequences."
With that, Lin Feng's foot swung out fiercely. The sound of shattering bones rang out continuously. The powerful Emperor Wen, the once-arrogant Martial Emperor of the Wen Clan in this small world, was kicked out like a beast by Lin Feng. At this moment, he no longer resembled a Martial Emperor but rather an insignificant ant.
"Scram!" Lin Feng's pupils swept over the remaining members of the Wen and Sikong Clans, his expression cold. At this moment, even the Sikong Martial Emperor dared not meet Lin Feng's gaze. He lowered his head, his heart trembling violently. Besides himself, the Sikong Clan also had Sikong Xiao as a Martial Emperor. Now that Emperor Wen was so utterly powerless before Lin Feng, he and Sikong Xiao were certainly no match either. This Lin Feng truly lived up to his reputation as the monstrous prodigy who once shook the Eight Wastelands. His return was too terrifying.
"Let's go!" The people of the Wen and Sikong Clans dared not linger. Carrying Emperor Wen's injured body, they flickered away one after another, their minds dwelling on Lin Feng's words: at this time tomorrow, all those above the Honored Martial Realm from the Wen and Sikong Clans must come to the Sword Pavilion to await orders. Such arrogant words.
The Sword Pavilion people, however, were all excited. Lin Feng's forceful demeanor seemed to be fulfilling his promise: in the Central Wasteland, the Sword Pavilion would reign supreme.
"Young Master, the Wen Clan still has a Mid-rank Martial Emperor." Sword Tomb said to Lin Feng, a reminder. After all, the gap between a Mid-rank Martial Emperor and a Low-rank Martial Emperor was still very significant.
"I know." Lin Feng replied calmly. "We'll talk about it at this time tomorrow."
With that, Lin Feng slowly walked away, causing the eyes of the Sword Pavilion people to shine even brighter. The Young Master had heard that the Wen Clan had a Mid-rank Martial Emperor yet remained so calm. Clearly, in the Young Master's eyes, it didn't matter at all.
Not caring—that undoubtedly meant he possessed overwhelming strength.
After leaving the Sword Pavilion, Lin Feng arrived at a tavern in Sword City. This tavern was the very one Lin Feng had visited when he first came to Sword City, preparing to enter the City of Fate. It had been destroyed by assassins from the Emperor-Slaying Alliance back then, but had long since been rebuilt.
Inside the tavern, Fox Moon, Mu Linxue, Qing Feng, and Wu were present. They had come to the small world just to accompany Lin Feng for a stroll, unlike Jun Moxi and the others who had their own affairs. As for Tantai Qinwu and the others, Lin Feng had left them to guard the Nine Great Immortal Palaces and Heavenly Fortresses region.
When Lin Feng arrived, he walked straight to their table and sat down. Then he said to Wu, "Wu, I need you to make a trip for me."
Wu looked up, glaring fiercely at Lin Feng, but didn't refuse.
"Go to the Carefree Sect in the Central Wasteland. Tell their Sect Master to come to the Sword Pavilion at this time tomorrow and await my orders." Lin Feng said to Wu. Hearing this, the crowd in the tavern turned their gazes toward them, revealing looks of interest. Was this guy joking? Sending this young man to the Carefree Sect to order their Sect Master to await orders at the Sword Pavilion?
Although these young people all had extraordinary bearing and were probably quite powerful, these words were far too arrogant. They wondered just who this speaker was.
"Hmph!" Wu snorted coldly but still stood up and headed out of the tavern. Lin Feng trusted that Wu could handle this matter.
The people in the tavern didn't expect Wu to actually go. Their expressions stiffened slightly. One of them asked Lin Feng, "Sir, you are young but possess extraordinary bearing. May I ask which outstanding figure you are?"
Lin Feng glanced at the speaker and smiled. "An unknown person."
"An unknown person? In my opinion, there are few young people in the Eight Wastelands today who would dare to order the Carefree Sect Master to await orders at the Sword Pavilion. Xue Biyao, Feng Ling'er, Sikong Xiao—they are all possibilities. But you are none of them. That means you must be one of those who left the Eight Wastelands in the past. And since you mentioned awaiting orders at the Sword Pavilion, may I ask, sir, are you Lin Feng?"
"Lin Feng!" The crowd's pupils contracted slightly. Although Lin Feng had been gone for many years, his name was still known to many in the Eight Wastelands.
Lin Feng revealed a hint of surprise. He hadn't expected someone in the Eight Wastelands to be so perceptive as to directly deduce that he was Lin Feng.