The Art of Chaotic Divinity-Chapter 1119: Sword Dao Divine Art

Led by the one-armed stone man, Ling Feng and his companions stepped into a dark cave.

Deep inside, a waterfall poured into a crystal-clear cold pool.

"One-armed old brother, so this is your lair?"

Despicable Donkey's crafty eyes darted around, searching every corner. If there was anything worth taking, he intended to snatch it first and haggle with Ling Feng afterward.

In his mind, the great Divine Donkey always deserved the largest share!

Ling Feng had spent enough time with this beast to know exactly what he was thinking. A flick of the donkey's tail was enough to reveal his schemes. He was still brooding over the Essence Blood Pearl Ling Feng had "borrowed" and seemed eager to collect interest.

If Despicable Donkey ever died, Ling Feng was certain greed would be the cause.

Suppressing a sigh, Ling Feng also began searching around the pool.

The one-armed stone man stood quietly to the side, clearly intimidated after the donkey's earlier beating.

Near the water sat a skeleton in meditation posture. Though long since reduced to bare bone, it still radiated a fierce pressure that time could not erase.

"Is that your master?"

Ling Feng pointed at the remains. The stone man had guarded them all this time, which could only mean his bond with the skeleton's owner had been deep.

The one-armed stone man nodded and cast a pleading look, as if asking Ling Feng not to disturb the bones.

Ling Feng raised an eyebrow and stepped forward, but Despicable Donkey rushed ahead of him.

There was no spirit ring or treasure on the corpse. What stood out instead was the strength of the bones themselves, hard as steel and fit to forge sacred artifacts.

Clearly, this had once been a remarkable figure.

"Damn it, nothing valuable at all!"

Despicable Donkey muttered under his breath. After a moment's thought, he leapt into the pool with a splash, convinced something might be hidden at the bottom.

Not far from the skeleton, Ling Feng noticed a stone slab buried beneath a thick layer of dust.

With Tuoba Yan's help, he brushed it clean. Lines of tiny characters slowly revealed themselves.

"Sword Dao Divine Art, Art of Simple Detachment. To the fated, it is yours."

Tuoba Yan read the inscription softly.

"Wait, the Art of Simple Detachment!"

Ling Feng's eyes narrowed. The secret hidden in this cave was none other than the legendary technique.

He thought of the fragment he had obtained from Yan Cangtian. According to Yan Cangtian, his master had stumbled upon it by chance in a secret realm. Unfortunately, it had been only the upper half.

Even so, Yan Cangtian had managed to comprehend the extraordinary Eight Directions Shatter Abyss from it.

When Ling Feng later studied the fragment, he discovered that cultivating it strengthened his own sword will.

That had been a mere portion. Now, possessing the complete Art of Simple Detachment, his sword dao would surely ascend to greater heights.

Laughing aloud, Ling Feng continued reading.

The creator of the divine art called himself the Death God of the Absolute Sword. He was a descendant of the Divine Race, born of the Bushi Clan. Though not on the same level as Jiuli, he still carried their bloodline, and only such a lineage could create a sword dao art of this caliber.

Following the instructions carved into the slab, Ling Feng searched the ground and uncovered a hidden compartment. Inside lay a piece of beast hide covered in fine script. It was the complete Art of Simple Detachment.

Clutching the text, Ling Feng returned to the skeleton and bowed deeply. He did not know how such a mighty figure had perished here, but fate had placed this inheritance in his hands. One day he would carry this sword dao art forward and see it rise again.

A splash echoed as Despicable Donkey surfaced from the pool, shivering violently. "Damn it, this water is freezing. This divine beast almost froze to death down there!"

Ling Feng rolled his eyes and chuckled. "So, Divine Donkey, did you fish up any treasure?"

"Of course I did! Ah-choo!"

He sneezed several times, then grinned. "The bottom is full of Mystic Nether Whitefish. Heh... these ancient beasts were believed to be extinct. Who would've thought an entire pond of them survived here?

"Oh?"

Ling Feng was surprised. Despicable Donkey had exceptionally vast knowledge, he himself had never heard of such creatures.

"Hehe, these whitefish strengthen the soul essence source and sharpen spiritual consciousness. Eat just one, and this divine beast might break through to the mid-tier Demon Emperor realm!"

Grinning ear to ear, he produced a basin from his individual space. Six or seven transparent fish swam within, their bodies almost invisible, like living liquid.

Knowing Despicable Donkey's temperament, Ling Feng guessed he had probably scoured the entire pool and found only this handful.

"Hehe, now this is real treasure!"

Despicable Donkey beamed at Ling Feng. "Boy, want one?"

Ling Feng gave him a sidelong glance. "I know exactly what you are scheming. But the treasure I found is of no use to you."

He pulled out the beast hide inscribed with the Art of Simple Detachment and handed it over. One glance was enough for Despicable Donkey to scowl and roar, "What the hell is this worthless junk?"

"It may be useless to you, but it is useful to me!"

Ling Feng smirked. "Why not try learning the sword? Back then your hooves could not hold one. Now, with those donkey claws, maybe you will manage some progress."

The thought of Despicable Donkey wielding a sword flashed through Ling Feng's mind, and he burst into laughter.

Tuoba Yan evidently thought the same, for the image of a black donkey practicing swordsmanship was too comical.

"Get lost!"

Despicable Donkey glared at Ling Feng, then tossed one whitefish to Tuoba Yan before devouring the rest in a single gulp, pond water and all.

"Brat, none left for you!" he snapped.

"No matter."

Ling Feng shrugged. His soul essence source was already strong, and with the Soul Splitting Art, his spiritual consciousness far surpassed that of ordinary cultivators. What he lacked was a breakthrough in realm, and for that, these fish offered little help.

Tuoba Yan, however, was different. As a member of the Tiance Clan, her Tianheng Technique relied on spiritual consciousness. The whitefish would benefit her greatly. Despicable Donkey giving her even one was like plucking a feather from an iron rooster.

She accepted the fish, looked at Ling Feng, and seeing him nod, swallowed it without hesitation.

Warmth spread through her belly, making her drowsy.

As the energy merged with her body, her Tianheng Technique would surely advance to new heights.