The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 1292: Sound Wave Transmission Technique

Mo Qiuhua left Ling Feng's courtyard residence with her maid with a satisfied expression. But before she reached her own quarters, she saw a figure racing toward her like rolling thunder.

Mo Qiuhua shook her head. She knew her decision had been made too hastily.

Trouble had already caught up.

"Sanqing, what are you doing?"

She clasped her hands behind her back and stopped in the courtyard. Her gaze fixed on the approaching figure. Her voice carried authority without anger and forced Third Young Master Mo to halt under the corridor. He turned toward her, grit his teeth, and stepped forward to bow. "Manor Master!"

"So you still see me as your Manor Master?"

Mo Qiuhua gave a short snort. She looked at Mo Sanqing and spoke in a lowered voice. "Where do you think you are going?"

Mo Sanqing clenched his fists. His tone was filled with anger. "Manor Master, why pretend you do not know? I am going to find that brat. What right does he have to take my recommendation? You know I have waited far too long for that letter!"

Mo Qiuhua let out a soft sigh. "In this matter, I truly have wronged you. However, since I already gave my word to that young friend, you are not allowed to cause trouble."

"Manor Master, I refuse to accept this!"

Mo Sanqing trembled with fury. "Even if you agreed to him, you gave me your promise first! I am the most outstanding genius among the young disciples of Moxue Mountain Manor who has yet to enter the Dongling Immortal Pool. This qualification belongs to me! I earned it! And who is that boy? What right does he even have?"

"Impudent!"

Mo Qiuhua frowned. She knew Mo Sanqing was unruly by nature. Even as Manor Master, she might not be able to suppress him for long. Even if she forced him down today, he might still go after Ling Feng in private.

If she did not settle this clearly today, the matter would never end.

At that moment, a clear laugh sounded behind her. "Senior Mo, since he believes I have no qualification, let me compete with him and prove whether I deserve it."

Mo Sanqing's shouting had naturally alerted Ling Feng. In order not to make things difficult for Mo Qiuhua, Ling Feng had no choice but to appear personally.

"Brat, you have some nerve!"

Mo Sanqing's eyes brightened with delight. He gave a cold smile. "If you defeat me, then the recommendation will naturally be yours!"

Mo Qiuhua frowned again and sighed softly. Both were proud, and neither would yield. The only way was to let them settle it directly.

The problem was that Ling Feng had only just recovered from a grave injury. Having him fight now was unwise.

"So be it."

Mo Qiuhua took a deep breath and spoke slowly. "Sanqing, Young Master Ling is still injured. If you insist on measuring strength, wait three days. Otherwise outsiders will say Moxue Mountain Manor bullies the wounded."

"Of course!" Mo Sanqing's lips curved in a cold arc. "I, Mo Sanqing, act upright. If I am to win, I will win properly. Brat, I will give you three days. After three days, you will understand the gap between us!"

Ling Feng simply smiled without answering.

Mo Sanqing was indeed extraordinary. He was only slightly over thirty yet had already stepped into the Human Emperor realm. Compared with the so-called geniuses of the Tianlan Sea Region, he surpassed them by a wide margin.

But before Ling Feng, he still was not enough.

Mo Qiuhua, however, looked worried. "Young Master Ling, you are too impulsive. Sanqing may be arrogant, but his strength is genuine."

"If he had no strength, I would not bother fighting him."

Ling Feng smiled calmly and gave her a fist-and-palm salute. "I have three days. I will return to heal now. Thank you, Senior."

He turned and left for his residence.

"Sigh..."

Mo Qiuhua watched Ling Feng's back as he left with growing curiosity. How could a youth who had only just stepped into the king-tier have the courage to challenge someone in the Human Emperor realm?

The difference between king-tier and emperor level was immense. Only those who had truly exchanged blows would understand. Even a peak king-tier would struggle to withstand a single move from a Human Emperor.

What she did not know was that more than a few Human Emperors had already died at Ling Feng's hands.

Although many of those victories relied on Xiao Bai and Despicable Donkey, after stepping into the king tier, Ling Feng's strength had become incomparable to his past self.

...

Three days passed in a blink of an eye.

On the first day, Ling Feng inspected his own sea of mind. Although it had suffered severe damage, destruction sometimes brought rebirth. His sea of mind had grown steadier and even hinted at a breakthrough. His spiritual power had strengthened rather than weakened.

It was a blessing born from disaster for Ling Feng.

During the next two days, Ling Feng instead pondered on Elder Qingxuan's technique that had wounded him. From it he grasped the method of transmitting power through sound waves. His comprehension was shockingly profound.

By noon of the third day, Ling Feng exhaled a long breath. His eyes carried a faint joy.

"You can penetrate anything with elemental force by channeling it through sound waves. This skill is almost as good as an illusion technique."

Ling Feng smiled. He suddenly let out a sharp whistle. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged violently. Wave-like vortices formed around him. The surrounding space twisted and folded under the sound.

"Go!"

Ling Feng's gaze sharpened, and he let out a clear shout into the air. A sound which sounded like a chant from the highest heaven shook the atmosphere and pierced forward.

Boom!

The entire residence shook as the wave of force rippled outward. It did not weaken until even the ground of Moxue Mountain Manor rumbled beneath it. Only then did the power finally subside.

Deep underground, several hundred meters below, the rock layers twisted from the shock.

Ling Feng had deliberately controlled it. Since the Mo family had treated him sincerely, he naturally could not destroy their home.

At Moxue Mountain Manor's training grounds, several enshrined protectors were instructing younger disciples. They sensed the disturbance and shook their heads.

"The ancestors really should restrain themselves. Even enforced arrays cannot endure their constant uproars."

None of them knew the tremor had not been caused by the elders, but by Ling Feng, who was only a newly advanced king-tier youth.

Inside Ling Feng's room.

"Mhmm. This is the feeling. Elder Qingxuan, thank you for passing me this divine skill!"

Ling Feng let out a soft snort and suppressed his hatred for Elder Qingxuan. Counting the days, today should be the day he faced off against the third young master of the Mo family.

Sure enough, before Ling Feng could head out, an exceptionally loud shout rang from within the Mo family's inner courtyard.