The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 1298: Moon Spirit Dream Descent

Just as Ling Feng was comprehending the ancient stone statue infused with the thunder rule inside Moxue Mountain Manor's inheritance cave, something unusually strange happened to Manor Master Mo Qiuhua.

Night fell, the bright moon hung high, and Mo Qiuhua was seated in her training chamber, cultivating in silence.

After advancing into the king tier, martial practitioners no longer needed sleep to restore their energy and had long stepped beyond the limits of ordinary mortals.

For decades, Mo Qiuhua had always passed every long night through meditation, never falling asleep.

Yet on this night she unknowingly drifted into slumber, and the moon above seemed strangely eerie.

"Where am I?"

Mo Qiuhua felt dazed, because the place before her eyes was clearly not her meditation room, and she began to wonder if she had entered her own dream.

Boom!

A dull rumble sounded from deep within the space, followed by a heavenly melody that rose like a pure maiden singing or a flock of white cranes calling. The ethereal notes washed over her heart, as if clearing away every trace of dust until only purity remained.

As the music flowed, countless flower petals drifted from the sky, floating above ten mountain peaks with a quiet grace. Their fragrance filled the air and eased the mind with every breath.

"Immortal music and blossoms in the sky... Could it be her?"

She could not help looking up. High in the heavens, nine white cranes flew in formation while pulling a flower carriage that radiated elegance and noble beauty.

Behind the carriage walked two rows of graceful maids. Their bright eyes and gentle smiles made them seem like celestial attendants descending from the heavens.

The carriage entered the formation, the curtain lifted, and a woman in palace attire stepped out. She carried a quiet dignity and flawless beauty. Her brows were finely shaped, her features exquisite, and every movement carried a mature charm that made one feel ashamed to look upon her with impure thoughts.

At the center of her forehead glowed a silver crescent divine inscription that shimmered with moonlight, giving her an air of cold loneliness.

"Qiuhua, is everything well in Moxue Mountain Manor?"

The woman's gaze rested on her. Upon seeing her face, Mo Qiuhua immediately dropped to her knees and answered at once, "With your blessing, Saint Lady, Moxue Mountain Manor remains well."

"Good. Rise."

The woman's gentle smile held a beauty capable of toppling kingdoms, the kind of charm that made one believe she belonged only in the heavens!

Mo Qiuhua stood respectfully and said, "Saint Lady, you descended into my dream through the Moon Spirit Dream Descent. May I ask what matter brings you here? Anything that Qiuhua can do, I will devote myself to completely."

It turned out the palace-robed woman was none other than Saint Lady Hui Yue, Hall Master of the Illusory Moon Divine Hall within the Three Divine Halls of the Dongling Immortal Pool.

The Moon Spirit Dream Descent was one of her unmatched techniques. Wherever the moonlight touched, she could use that spiritual power to enter any person's dream.

"You need not devote your life. I am not here to demand such things."

Saint Lady Hui Yue looked at her calmly and said, "I came to ask you for someone."

"For someone?"

Mo Qiuhua's face brightened instantly. "May I ask which person in my manor has earned the Saint Lady's favor? It would be the greatest honor for Moxue Mountain Manor!"

"This girl possesses the Profound Yin Physique."

Saint Lady Hui Yue spoke lightly. Sweat appeared on Mo Qiuhua's forehead as she hesitated and said, "Saint Lady, that girl has already been accepted as my direct disciple..."

"Disciple?"

Saint Lady Hui Yue fixed her gaze upon her, and a coldness that felt almost tangible seeped into every corner of the air.

Mo Qiuhua drew a deep breath, a faint sense of foreboding rising in her chest.

The Moon Spirit Dream Descent was not merely entering dreams. It allowed the Saint Lady to kill within the dream without leaving any trace.

If she wished for it, Mo Qiuhua could be trapped forever in this illusion, never to awaken again.

"S-Saint Lady, I only wished to preserve Moxue Mountain Manor's inheritance. This girl's Profound Yin Physique makes her an exceptional seedling. I planned to train her for a few years before sending her to the Dongling Immortal Pool to join your hall. It would not be too late to offer her then..."

Cold sweat streamed down her back, and although she was in a dream, she could still feel her robe completely soaked.

The chill gradually faded. Saint Lady Hui Yue's eyes softened like still water as she looked at her and said, "Qiuhua, you have improved over the years."

"I... I would never dare claim so," Mo Qiuhua replied as she wiped the sweat from her brow. "Without your guidance then, Qiuhua would never have achieved what she has today."

Anyone overhearing this would be stunned.

Mo Qiuhua was already an aged woman, yet Saint Lady Hui Yue appeared youthful and radiant, and still Mo Qiuhua treated her like a senior master.

"Moxue Mountain Manor is a small place. Its teachings are only of the king tier and are far beneath the worth of a Profound Yin Physique."

With a tone that allowed no argument, Saint Lady Hui Yue said, "For the sake of our past ties, I will not pursue the fact that you took her as a disciple without permission."

"T-Thank you, Saint Lady, for your generosity!"

Mo Qiuhua trembled and knelt, bowing repeatedly in gratitude.

"You will sever your master-disciple bond with that girl and send her to the Dongling Immortal Pool. The rest is no longer your concern."

"Yes..."

Mo Qiuhua sighed inwardly. She had worked so hard to accept a rare genius as her disciple, yet the very talent she prized had drawn even Saint Lady Hui Yue to claim her.

With her ability, she had no right to contend. She could only accept it.

"You may leave."

High above, Saint Lady Hui Yue flicked her sleeve. A fierce wind surged around Mo Qiuhua, and with a cry she abruptly opened her eyes, finding herself back in the real world.

Her back was drenched with cold sweat.

After taking several deep breaths, she finally calmed herself. She hesitated for a long time until the sky began to brighten, then pushed open the door and headed directly toward Tuoba Yan's residence.

Tuoba Yan was cultivating the Profound Yin Maiden Art when she heard a knock. She opened the door and saw Mo Qiuhua standing outside with a heavy expression that held layers of worry.

"Master? Why are you here so early?"

Tuoba Yan was surprised. Even if she had to train early, this was far too early.

"Yan'er..." Mo Qiuhua clenched her fists and stared at her for a long moment before saying, "Do not call me that word anymore."

"W-Why?"

Tuoba Yan froze. Mo Qiuhua had been the one who tried every way possible to take her as a disciple. Why would she suddenly change her mind?