The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 1363: The Greater Tide

Within the palace of Master Qingxuan at the Blazing Sun Divine Hall in the Heavenly Realm.

"How is it? The challenge against the outer sect disciple Wenren Longzhan. How many moves did that brat last?"

Master Qingxuan sat upright upon his golden throne, casually flipping through a cultivation manual in front of him. He did not even lift his head.

Ling Feng's direct challenge against the First Tianjian had not caused much of a stir within the Upper Three Halls. Even so, Master Qingxuan, who already regarded Ling Feng as a thorn in his side, still sent Mu Yunyang to secretly observe the match.

Mu Yunyang was the elder brother of the Mu family's twin talents and the clan cousin of Mu Feiyang, who had died at Ling Feng's hands in Demon Heaven Snow Ridge.

During the qualification assessment, Mu Yunyang had been selected by the Blazing Sun Divine Hall among the Three Divine Halls and became an inner sect disciple there. Soon after, however, he received the grim news that his cousin Mu Feiyang had failed to reach Dongling Immortal Pool and had instead died in Demon Heaven Snow Ridge.

At an appropriate moment, Master Qingxuan deliberately told Mu Yunyang that the deaths of Mu Feiyang and Mu Renjie were likely connected to Ling Feng.

From that point on, Mu Yunyang naturally regarded Ling Feng as a sworn enemy and wished nothing more than to kill him.

Yet at that moment, Mu Yunyang's face was filled with bitterness and dejection, as if all strength had been drained from his body.

He let out a soft sigh, bowed deeply to Master Qingxuan, and spoke slowly. "Reporting to Elder. Strictly speaking, he only used... one move."

With a single burst of Ghost Eye divine light, Ling Feng had blasted Wenren Longzhan straight off the arena.

"One move?"

Master Qingxuan frowned slightly. "I thought he was something special. When he ran into Wenren Longzhan, who possesses Extreme Human Emperor strength, he still fell in one move. As expected. Wenren Longzhan ruled the outer sect for ten years and did not gain that reputation for nothing. That Ling brat truly does not know his place. He joined Dongling Immortal Pool less than a month ago and already dared to challenge Wenren Longzhan, how ridiculous!"

"No... no, that is not it..."

Cold sweat poured down Mu Yunyang's forehead. His face twisted as he said, "Elder, it was not Wenren Longzhan who defeated Ling Feng in one move. It was Ling Feng who defeated Wenren Longzhan in a single move!"

"What did you say?"

Master Qingxuan suddenly raised his head. Shock filled his eyes as he stared straight at Mu Yunyang. "You are saying that Ling Feng defeated Wenren Longzhan in one move?"

"Yes..."

Mu Yunyang swallowed with difficulty. "It is absolutely true. When that brat was carrying out a mission in Snow Wolf Valley, he seems to have obtained the eyeball of a Ghost Eye Frost Crow. I do not know what method he used, but he successfully implanted it into himself and even gained the Ghost Eye Frost Crow's innate divine skill!"

"Ghost Eye Frost Crow? No wonder..."

A solemn look appeared on Master Qingxuan's face. "The Ghost Eye Frost Crow specializes in Soul Dao attacks and uses mental rays to disrupt the opponent's mind. It is extremely difficult to guard against. Wenren Longzhan only lost because he was caught completely off guard."

"Elder, there is... there is something else."

Mu Yunyang clenched his fists tightly. Fine beads of sweat formed on his forehead. "After Ling Feng defeated Wenren Longzhan, Wang Ruquan, the inner sect disciple from the Flowing Flame Hall, also challenged him."

"Hmm?"

Master Qingxuan's expression turned serious. "The one ranked seventy-second on the Creation Star Ranking?"

"Yes."

"What was the outcome?"

Having learned his lesson, Master Qingxuan no longer dared to jump to conclusions. His earlier judgment had already cost him face in front of Mu Yunyang.

"It was... Ling Feng who won!"

Mu Yunyang's fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. A deep sense of powerlessness filled his heart.

Ling Feng was very likely the one who killed his cousin, yet his strength was terrifyingly overwhelming.

Although Mu Yunyang's talent was not poor and he had been chosen by the Blazing Sun Divine Hall, his current strength still fell far short of Wenren Longzhan. Let alone Ling Feng, who had defeated both Wenren Longzhan and Wang Ruquan in succession.

"What?"

Master Qingxuan was utterly stunned. An expert from the Creation Star Ranking had actually lost to an outer sect disciple!

"Did he rely on the Ghost Eye Frost Crow's innate divine skill? Is that Ghost Eye divine light really so powerful that even Wang Ruquan could not withstand it?"

"No..."

Mu Yunyang shook his head with a sigh. "Ling Feng did not use the Ghost Eye at all. He only used a sword art and broke through Senior Brother Wang's Blood God Transformation and Red Blood Eight Desolations Slash!"

"Wang Ruquan used Blood God Transformation and still lost?"

Master Qingxuan's face darkened. Shock filled his eyes as a thought surfaced in his mind. Maybe Mu Renjie died at that brat's hands? A Spiritual Sea Realm cultivator killing a peak Human Emperor across realms?

Now that he thought about it, that seemed entirely possible.

What was a peak Human Emperor worth?

This Ling Feng had even defeated an Extreme First Stage Human Emperor!

"Yes. Senior Brother Wang not only lost, he lost miserably. Even his Yin Yang Soul Jade was taken by Ling Feng."

Mu Yunyang spoke in a low voice.

"That idiot!"

Master Qingxuan slammed his palm onto the armrest and cursed. "He even wagered the Yin Yang Soul Jade!"

In truth, even Master Qingxuan himself coveted that Yin-Yang Soul Jade. If not for the dignity of his position as an elder, he might have already demanded it from Wang Ruquan.

"Elder, what should we do now? He is far too strong. I have no way to avenge Feiyang!"

Mu Yunyang gritted his teeth in hatred. With his current strength, he was not even enough to fill Ling Feng's teeth.

"That brat's reputation is soaring right now. He is at the height of his momentum. The higher-ups of the sect will certainly be paying close attention. It would be inconvenient for me to act in secret."

Master Qingxuan took a deep breath and sighed softly. "We wait for an opportunity. Those who follow the tide prosper. Those who oppose it perish. Before the greater tide, a mere Ling Feng is nothing more than an ant beneath the wheels."

"The greater tide?"

Mu Yunyang was momentarily stunned. This elder before him was clearly brewing something far bigger in his heart.

"Yunyang, I consider you a clever person. When faced with the greater tide, what choice will you make?"

Master Qingxuan narrowed his eyes and fixed Mu Yunyang with his gaze. Immense pressure bore down upon him. Cold sweat poured from Mu Yunyang's forehead as he immediately dropped to his knees.

"If you don't find me unworthy, Elder, I will serve you with everything I have."

"Hehe. As expected, I did not misjudge you."

Master Qingxuan nodded slightly. "You are my direct disciple from today onward!"

"Th... thank you, Master!"

Mu Yunyang did not dare hesitate in the slightest. He performed the full ritual of three bowing and nine kowtows before Master Qingxuan.

"Very good!"

Master Qingxuan tossed a manual in front of Mu Yunyang. "Take this True Yang Radiant Sun Art and cultivate it properly. As for Ling Feng, he is nothing more than a small ant. He cannot stir up any waves. You only need to wait patiently for the right moment, and you will be able to crush him with ease. That day is not far off."

"Thank you, Master. This disciple understands!"

Mu Yunyang held the True Yang Radiant Sun Art as if it were a priceless treasure and respectfully withdrew from the grand hall.

After Mu Yunyang left, Master Qingxuan finally waved his hand. A black shadow emerged like a ghost from within the candlelight.

It was Shadow Seven.