Start cultivating immortality in Xiaoao world, bumped into the master’s wife at the start! Chapter 27 - The Cultivation of the Swordless Realm

Chapter 27: The Cultivation of the Swordless Realm

“Hehe! It’s all thanks to your guidance, Granduncle-Master. You sparred with and fed moves, that’s why I’ve made such progress in practicing the Dugu Nine Swords.” Linghu Chong said modestly with a smile.

“Hahaha!” Feng Qingyang burst into hearty laughter and said, “That’s a nice thing to say. Your Granduncle-Master is pleased, but there’s no need to flatter like that—I can see it for myself.”

“Chong’er, your martial talent and comprehension are extraordinarily rare. I hope you always remain true to yourself and continue your cultivation diligently. Your future achievents might truly be limitless.”

Linghu Chong’s talent was so terrifying that even Feng Qingyang couldn’t imagine what heights he might reach in the future.

Linghu Chong cupped his fists, bowed slightly, and said solemnly, “Your disciple-grandson shall strictly adhere to your teachings, engrave them into my heart, stay true to myself, practice diligently, and pursue the peak of the Dao.”

Feng Qingyang gently stroked his beard, a satisfied smile on his face.

Looking at Linghu Chong bathed in radiant rosy clouds,

He suddenly felt a mont of distraction. Then, for so reason, the words floated into his mind:

“Shattering the Void!”

From Linghu Chong, he seed to glimpse a transcendent powerhouse of the future.

“Chong’er, your internal strength is incredibly profound—it already rivals that of peak first-class experts.”

“Tell , did Yue Buqun pass the Zixia Divine Art on to you?”

Regardless of Linghu Chong’s martial talent, his inner cultivation was also shocking to Feng Qingyang.

At such a young age, to possess internal strength that nearly reaches top-tier masters—

In a few more years, Linghu Chong might even surpass him.

Linghu Chong was montarily stunned by the question, then replied, “Granduncle-Master, Master did not pass the Zixia Divine Art down to .”

“Then where did all this internal energy co from? Have you been training in another sect’s internal arts?” Feng Qingyang asked, puzzled.

“Oh! That… I ate a strange fruit while I was in the mountains, and after that, my cultivation just turned out like this,” Linghu Chong casually made up an excuse.

“What kind of fruit is so miraculous that it can greatly enhance one’s cultivation?” Feng Qingyang frowned, full of curiosity.

“Well… I don’t really know either,” Linghu Chong shook his head.

Feng Qingyang rolled his eyes and said, “You dare to eat sothing you don’t even know? Aren’t you afraid it might kill you?”

Linghu Chong scratched his head and chuckled, “I was starving at the ti!”

“You’re just lucky—blessed with deep fortune.”

“Very well, this also proves that your fate is extraordinary. You are destined for great things. But don’t be so reckless in the future.”

“Yes, Granduncle-Master!”

Feng Qingyang didn’t press further. From Linghu Chong’s account, he already realized that Linghu Chong’s destiny was extraordinary, and he dared not interfere too much.

Everyone has their own destiny. Throughout history, there have been people who, by accidentally consuming rare heavenly treasures, opened their Ren and Du ridians, and ascended straight into top-tier mastery.

Linghu Chong was precisely one of those blessed individuals, and his future was bound to be extraordinary.

“Granduncle-Master, please wait a mont. I’ll go catch a few pheasants for roasting.” Linghu Chong rubbed his hungry stomach.

“All right!” Feng Qingyang nodded with a smile.

Imdiately after, Linghu Chong leapt into the air and plunged straight off the Cliff of Reflection, vanishing into the ravine below.

Feng Qingyang watched as Linghu Chong bounded down along the cliffside, and couldn’t help but sigh, “Young people really are full of energy!”

Linghu Chong wasn’t gone long.

Roughly half an hour later, he returned.

In his hand, he carried four or five fat, freshly-prepared wild chickens.

Linghu Chong lifted the chickens high, looking excitedly at Feng Qingyang, “Granduncle-Master, look!”

“Good! Bring them over! I’ve already set up the campfire for you.” Feng Qingyang sat on a rock by the fire, his face warm and kindly.

“Mm!” Linghu Chong nodded, skewered the chickens, and brought them over to roast. Then he sat across from Feng Qingyang.

Feng Qingyang looked at Linghu Chong and said, “Chong’er, your Dugu Nine Swords has already reached perfection. I have nothing more to teach you.”

Linghu Chong was shocked by the words and said, “Don’t say that, Granduncle-Master! I still have so many shortcomings that need your guidance. You can’t leave yet!”

“Don’t get anxious, I’m not leaving. Besides, Huashan is my ho—where would I go?” Feng Qingyang said with a smile.

“Then what do you an?”

Feng Qingyang replied, “With your current mastery of the Dugu Nine Swords, you’ve nearly surpassed . I truly have nothing more to teach. But if you want soone to spar with, I can still practice with you—but no more than an hour a day.”

“Oh, I see. That gave a scare. I thought you were going to leave. We’ve only just t, I don’t want you to go.” Linghu Chong let out a sigh of relief.

Feng Qingyang imdiately saw through his little sche and teased, “I bet it’s not that you don’t want to leave—it’s that you’re afraid no one will practice swordplay with you!”

Linghu Chong scratched his head and laughed awkwardly, “How could that be, Granduncle-Master! I really do not want you to leave.”

He truly did need soone to spar with, but he was also genuinely reluctant for Feng Qingyang to leave so soon.

“Hahaha! Granduncle-Master understands. Then I’ll stay a few more days with you.”

Feng Qingyang laughed heartily, full of joy.

Linghu Chong suited his taste perfectly.

In just one day, he had achieved mastery of the Dugu Nine Swords. Back when Feng Qingyang had achieved that level, it had taken him decades—and it was only through duels with top experts that he reached such heights.

Yet Linghu Chong had walked that decades-long path in a single day. His talent was truly terrifying.

Feng Qingyang was eager to see what other surprises Linghu Chong might bring in the days to co, and just how far he could push his swordsmanship.

Linghu Chong was overjoyed and said, “Thank you, Granduncle-Master!”

“Chong’er, with your current inner strength and the perfected Dugu Nine Swords, few in the martial world can surpass you. Even your master isn’t your match anymore.”

“But when walking the Jianghu, you must be careful. Unless absolutely necessary, don’t reveal your skills casually—the martial world is too treacherous.”

“If you’re too weak, others will bully you.”

“If you’re too strong, others will fear you, then sche against you, trying to eliminate you.”

“Only when you appear to be on their level can you survive among them.”

“So you must learn to hide your true strength.”

Feng Qingyang advised Linghu Chong, imparting him with wisdom of the martial world.

“Yes!” Linghu Chong nodded heavily and said, “Thank you for your teachings, Granduncle-Master. I will rember them.”

“Good.” Feng Qingyang nodded in satisfaction.

The two of them chatted idly for a while longer, and the roasted chicken was done.

They enjoyed the delicious roast chicken together, sipping fine wine, casually chatting. From ti to ti, Linghu Chong’s laughter echoed through the air.

The scene was warm and cozy—just like a grandfather and grandson chatting over a family al.

It added a touch of warmth and life to the otherwise cold and desolate Cliff of Reflection.

After dinner, Linghu Chong lay on a large boulder at the cliff’s edge, gazing at the bright full moon, lost in thought.

He was contemplating the path ahead. Though the Dugu Nine Swords had reached perfection,

He wasn’t content with that—he had yet to reach the swordless realm.

His next step would be to find a way to attain the swordless realm.

To reach that state, he would need to spar with countless top-tier experts—which would be hard to find.

But perhaps, he could start by practicing with a heavy sword. After all, Dugu Qiubai, who defeated all the experts in the world, had once used a heavy sword.

Maybe this approach would help him get closer to the swordless realm.

Even if he failed to reach it, he could still temper his physique.

To beco a supre powerhouse, cultivating the body was also essential.

He was a man of action. Starting tomorrow, he would begin training with the heavy sword.

After resting for a short while, while the night was still young,

Linghu Chong sprang up from the ground and continued practicing swordsmanship.

From a distance, Feng Qingyang saw this scene. On his aged and kind face appeared a look of gratification. He gently stroked his white beard and nodded in satisfaction.