The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 1296: A Sudden Insight

"You... you're insane!"

Mo Qiuhua was startled by the Second Manor Master's words. The inheritance cavern was the forbidden ground of Moxue Mountain Manor, and only the Manor Master had the right to enter and comprehend its legacy. Yet he actually wanted Ling Feng to go in and obtain the Moxue inheritance?

"I'm not insane."

The Second Manor Master spoke with a trembling excitement in his voice, his eyes filled with firm resolve. "Qiuhua, I once had the right to compete for the position of Manor Master, but I gave it up. That is why you inherited the title. Tell me, am I wrong?"

Mo Qiuhua lowered her head slightly and answered in a steady tone, "You're right. That is exactly what happened."

"After you became the Manor Master, you asked me to stay and help you, which made me the Second Manor Master of Moxue Mountain Manor. You also offered me the chance to enter the inheritance cavern and obtain the Moxue's inheritance, but I had no interest in those divine skills. Tell me, is that also true?"

Mo Qiuhua's brows tightened. "Old man, what are you trying to say?"

"I'm saying that you still owe me one chance to enter the inheritance cavern. I want to give that chance to someone else, and you have no right to interfere."

His tone was solemn.

"You..." Mo Qiuhua stared at him for a long moment, then sighed and shook her head. "Fine. Do as you like."

"Qiuhua, thank you!"

Seeing her finally gave in, the Second Manor Master broke into a relieved smile and thanked her repeatedly.

"You old fool, you haven't thanked me even once in the past hundred years, yet now you're ready to ignore ancestral rules over this." Mo Qiuhua let out a helpless laugh. "Qingfeng, is sword dao really that important to you?"

"Sword dao is my life."

Mo Qingfeng took a deep breath and looked at Ling Feng with gritted teeth. "Master Ling, please agree."

"Uh..."

Ling Feng could only stare at him. Judging by this man's expression, if Ling Feng refused to guide him even a little, he would probably follow him to the ends of the earth.

"Fine." Ling Feng gave a helpless smile. "It isn't really guidance. At most, we can learn from each other."

"Learning from each other or guidance, either is enough as long as you are willing!"

Mo Qingfeng grabbed Ling Feng's shoulder with delight and laughed loudly. "No need to wait. Today is perfect!"

Before Ling Feng could protest, Mo Qingfeng carried him into the sky. With the strength of a peak Human Emperor, he vanished with Ling Feng in the blink of an eye.

"Sigh... This old man..."

Mo Qiuhua shook her head and glanced at Tuoba Yan with an amused sigh. "Yan'er, you must think we're ridiculous."

"No." Tuoba Yan replied calmly. "I think the Second Manor Master is rather interesting."

"He's nothing but an old child." Mo Qiuhua rolled her eyes and added, "Anyway, your Mr. Ling finally got the recommendation letter he needed to enter Dongling Immortal Pool. You can relax now."

Tuoba Yan's face instantly turned pink. She shot Mo Qiuhua a glare. "What do you mean my Mr. Ling? He... He isn't mine!"

Mo Qiuhua narrowed her eyes with a teasing smile. "Hahaha, silly girl, look at you getting shy. You two match well, when the day comes, your master will expect a full cup of wedding wine."

"Master!"

Tuoba Yan's blush spread all the way to her ears. She stomped her foot and ran off in embarrassment.

"Hahaha..."

Mo Qiuhua burst into laughter. Tuoba Yan was her direct disciple, which made her half a daughter, and since Ling Feng was no outsider, allowing him access to the inheritance cavern didn't feel like a loss at all.

With that thought, Mo Qiuhua's mood brightened considerably.

...

Meanwhile, Mo Qingfeng brought Ling Feng to the peak of a snow-covered mountain. The lonely summit was covered in sword scars, clearly the place where he honed his sword dao.

"Master Ling, this is where I practice. Please guide me."

Ling Feng looked around and noticed that the cliff walls were filled with deep sword marks, each one carrying a powerful and lingering sword will strong enough to influence the falling snow and whistling winds.

Below the cliff lay rows of swords stabbed into the snow. Some were broken, some cracked all over. More than twenty of them had clearly been worn out by Mo Qingfeng himself.

His obsession with sword dao ran deep.

"Senior, your sword will already surpass mine. There's nothing I can guide you on. I can only share my understanding of sword dao."

Ling Feng thought for a moment, then explained the key concepts of the Art of Simple Detachment using his own insights.

The two sat cross-legged and talked from noon to dusk, then from dusk all the way to dawn.

At last, a sharp glimmer flashed in Mo Qingfeng's eyes as he gained insight.

"Sound that cannot be heard, form that cannot be seen, skill that appears clumsy... So the endless changes of sword dao ultimately return to the root."

As he muttered, he began practicing his sword techniques. His movements shifted from simple to complex and back to simplicity again. His sword will transformed subtly, gaining a new sense of vitality beyond the Vast Horizon Sword Will he originally cultivated.

Although Vast Horizon Sword Will belonged to none of the top ten attributed sword wills, Ling Feng's insights from the Art of Simple Detachment helped him break through its limitations and form an entirely new, superior sword will!

Ling Feng had to admit that Mo Qingfeng's comprehension was astonishing. But then again, anyone devoting more than a century to a single matter would be a true failure if they still hadn't mastered it.

Ling Feng also gained much from observing Mo Qingfeng's enlightenment. If he wanted to create his own sword dao, he had to learn from every master he met, and Mo Qingfeng was undeniably a first-rate sword dao grandmaster, far beyond Duanmu Qingshan or Yan Cangtian.

The sun rose and set again.

Mo Qingfeng finally stopped his practice and stood motionless, as if he were part of the world itself, letting snow fall on him without reacting.

Another day passed. His snow-covered figure trembled, shedding the snow in a burst. A clear sword cry echoed across the heavens.

Clang!

The sharp sound jolted Ling Feng awake. When he looked over, he found Mo Qingfeng standing with a completely transformed aura. His sword will was deep and restrained, perfectly natural and flawless.

A moment later, Mo Qingfeng swung his sword. A streak of sword light shot out. Behind Ling Feng, the cliff wall shook with a muffled boom. The entire mountain peak revealed a clean, impossibly smooth cut, and a terrible sword will lingered across the surface.

The sword will continued spreading and carved cracks into the cut surface. The section of the mountain that broke off shattered in midair and turned to dust before it reached the ground.

"Congratulations, Senior!"

Ling Feng eyelids twitched. That strike clearly showed that Mo Qingfeng's sword will had risen from minor perfection to full great perfection!

A century of effort could not compare to one moment of insight!

Mo Qingfeng's hands trembled as tears streamed down his face. "I succeeded. I finally succeeded!"

Ling Feng flew forward as Mo Qingfeng, having built up his strength and grasped enlightenment in a single moment, unleashed a wave of power that only grew stronger.