Chapter 140: Seeking Guidance from the Divine General

Chapter 140: Seeking Guidance from the Divine General

The realm of the divine weapon path encompasses five profound meanings: The Edge of the Blade, The Heavy As Mountain, Clear Mind, Concealed Weapons, and The Realm of Myriad Gods.

To advance in this realm, one must possess a combination of luck and innate talent.

Many martial practitioners, despite a lifetime of effort, may never reach the third level Clear Mind, presenting a formidable obstacle.

By all accounts, General Zhen Tainyi’s assertion that his second brother could grasp the hidden potential realm demonstrated the latter’s talent in the way of the blade.

However, Qin Feng believed that this was not enough.

Since he had chosen the path of the blade, it was only natural to seek the highest realm in the path of the weapons – The Realm of Myriad Gods!

“Nevertheless, I cultivate the path of the Literature Saint. While it may provide some assistance to my second brother to a certain extent, it is inherently limited. If I truly want him to progress in his cultivation, I must rely on a master who specializes in the blade.”

As for the choice of this master, Qin Feng glanced at the esteemed Divine General, feeling that the answer was both distant and near.

But how could a figure of such stature easily become someone’s master?

So, he ventured, “Senior Zhen, I wonder if you have any plans to take on disciples?”

As soon as these words were spoken, the second brother and Black Charcoal Head both cast surprised glances. How could they not discern the implied meaning behind his words?

Zhen Tianyi raised an eyebrow but did not respond.

Qin Feng added, “Your achievements in the blade have reached the pinnacle. Haven’t you ever considered passing down your mantle?

You know, the current state of rampant demonic activity persists because the country lacks a sufficient number of powerful forces.

The root cause lies in the lack of inheritance!”

“The mighty river flows ceaselessly eastward, its waves washing away heroes, and the outcome of right and wrong turns to nothing!

Even though your blade mastery can suppress the demons and monsters of this era, let me speak bluntly: what about a hundred years from now, or a thousand years?

When you turn into dry bones, can you still protect this land?

Therefore, you need someone with talent to inherit your mantle, propagate the way of the blade, and make the myriad demons tremble at the sight of that blade radiance, restraining them from acting recklessly!”

The eldest brother (Brother-In-Law) is truly eloquent; the second brother and Black Charcoal Head exchanged glances, their thoughts aligning.

Especially that line from the poem about the mighty river flowing eastward made them see the fleeting nature of time and the melancholy of aging heroes.

The idea of inheritance indeed became more apparent in this era!

Zhen Tianyi squinted his eyes slightly, recalling the verses in his mind. He seemed to smile ambiguously, “So, who do you think is suitable to be my disciple?”

Big shot, aren’t you deliberately asking a question you already know the answer to? I’ve dropped enough hints already.

Second brother stared blankly at Qin Feng.

Black Charcoal Head beside him was dumbfounded.

“Oh, second brother, why are you so careless? I told you, you just entered the sixth-rank Gathering Energy Realm, and your control of strength is unstable. Be more careful when holding things. This Drunken Immortal is not an ordinary drink, it’s rare, and there’s no market price! Even if I’m the only one who has it, you can’t waste it like this!”

Luckily, my reaction isn’t slow. Qin Feng thought this way and glanced slightly to the other side.

Zhen Tianyi stopped in his tracks; he had already been captivated by the rich aroma of the wine.

The famous Mad Blade, in his life, had only two hobbies: wielding the fiercest blade and drinking the strongest liquor.

In the path of the blade, he had reached the pinnacle.

As for the strongest liquor, given his status, he had drunk countless exquisite wines. However, compared to the aroma he smelled at this moment, those wines seemed insufficient.

In just a blink of an eye, Zhen Tianyi’s figure disappeared from where he stood.

When he reappeared, he was already holding a knife, half-crouching over the spilled wine on the ground.

Smelling the intoxicating aroma of the wine, a pained expression appeared on his face.

“What kind of wine is this?”

“Drunken Immortal” Qin Feng replied.

“Only you have it?”

“Only I have it.”

Zhen Tianyi stood up, remained silent for a moment, and then asked again, “Do you still have some?”

At this, Qin Feng showed a hesitant expression, “Indeed, there is still some.”

“Name a condition, but don’t think about becoming my disciple.” With Zhen Tianyi’s status, how could he not see through Qin Feng’s little scheme? Qin Feng naturally understood that persuading his second brother to become a disciple of the divine general with just a jar of wine was unrealistic.

However, what he sought was merely an initial breakthrough!

Qin Feng took a deep breath, clasped his hands, and bowed, “I implore the honorable divine general to guide my second brother’s blade cultivation before leaving Jinyang City. There’s no need for the formalities of master and disciple, just as guidance from a senior to a junior.”

The second brother and black charcoal head also bowed.

Zhen Tianyi glanced at the three of them, fell into contemplation.

Just when Qin Feng was nervously anticipating, he heard a voice, “Bring the wine!”

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief; the stone in his heart finally fell.

“Please, honored Divine General, enjoy.”