Chapter 329: Calming the Heart Through Scripture
"To wave a hand and set a chessboard, to suppress Ancestor Qinglin with a single move—this Chief Chu is far too strong!"
"Indeed. Ancestor Qinglin is a great sage in his own right, far stronger than the ones Chief Chu had faced before."
"…"
In the dean's private residence, the higher-ups of Wendao Academy had all gathered after receiving news of the Eastern Sea battle the previous day.
Everyone had been deeply shaken, so they convened early this morning.
Compared to Chu Feng's close friends, the nine Chiefs remained silent, his achievements leaving them far behind.
Yet each of them was a prodigy of the Sacred Academy. They would never openly boast of Chu Feng's power, so silence was their only option.
After a long pause, Zhang Ruocheng finally broke the stillness. "Dean, how do you view Uncle-Master Chu's actions this time?"
The dean smiled. "This time, Xiao Feng acted exactly as this old man hoped—he avoided sparking a major conflict with the dragon clan while still bringing glory to Wendao Academy."
The nine Chiefs: "…"
Beyond the Academy, countless cultivators across the Xuantian Continent were also abuzz about the Eastern Sea battle.
Many speculated on what title Chu Feng would be granted.
His methods were too many, his strength too great. Ordinary titles would never match such an invincible Half-Saint.
Half a month later, when the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion released its new Great Sage Rankings, Chu Feng was listed first, given the title "Great Sage of Heaven and Earth."
The Pavilion explained: Chu Feng holds heaven and earth in his palm, master of a hundred arts, with sainthood imminent.
When cultivators across the continent saw this title, none found it inappropriate.
Their attention quickly shifted past the King Rankings to the Prodigy Rankings.
First: The Invincible Sword, Xiao Chen. Slaying a King-ranked expert with a single strike, unrivaled by the sword, bearing the bearing of a future Emperor.
Second: The Peerless Tyrant Fist, Cao Youqian. He tore tendons from a Nirvana-stage flood dragon, crushed its dragon pill with his bare hands, and too bore the bearing of a future Emperor.
As for the remaining prodigies, most cultivators no longer bothered to look. Across the continent, a consensus had already formed—these two would dominate their generation.
As for Chu Feng, people instinctively assumed he was of the older generation.
While the world speculated, Chu Feng and his group had already returned to Wendao City.
Xu Caichen had no intention of bringing Bai Suxin and Xu Hanlin into the Miscellaneous Dao Institute. Instead, he planned to find a residence in Wendao City for them to live peacefully with Xiao Zhuo.
When Xu Hanlin was old enough to begin cultivation and suitable to enter Wendao Academy, he would then bring them inside.
With Xu Caichen's identity and status, finding an estate in Wendao City posed no problem.
Chu Feng, unconcerned with Caichen's personal matters, brought Bing Yan and the others to a familiar teahouse. They reserved the second floor to drink tea while watching duels between rogue cultivators in the city below.
For now, Chu Feng had little interest in recruiting among the scattered cultivators. He merely sought to pass the time.
No sooner had they sat down than Cao Youqian asked the server to bring the latest Great Sage Rankings, King Rankings, and Prodigy Rankings.
After reading through, Cao Youqian muttered, "The fellows of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion truly are insufferable. To directly label me with 'bearing of a future Emperor'—isn't that just cursing me to become someone else's backdrop?"
Following Chu Feng for years, he understood well that in his master's eyes, being marked with "bearing of an Emperor" was not necessarily praise.
Chu Feng laughed. "If you are strong enough, what does it matter?"
Cao Youqian nodded. "Master is right. But this disciple has reached a bottleneck. I don't know where I should train to take my fist techniques further."
Chu Feng said, "Your progress in the Ancient City trial was too fast. When we return, I will write each of you a scripture, to steady your Dao hearts and settle your foundations."
At these words, every disciple's eyes lit up.
Even Great Sage Jiaoyang, eavesdropping in secret, could not help her eyes brightening. She longed to see what kind of writings Chu Feng would produce to temper the heart.
Even in the Sacred Academy, texts capable of calming the Dao heart were rare.
When the time came, she would surely find a way to learn from them.
That very afternoon, Chu Feng and his group returned to Miaomiao Mountain.
They did so quietly, without drawing attention. Only a few knew of their return.
As soon as Chu Feng arrived at Miaomiao Mountain, he began checking his Dao Jade. The scripture he intended to write this time was no ordinary text. He would not allow it to be like before—where writing a book nearly led to his own destruction.
He glanced at his storage ring and found that the Dao Jades were still plentiful, then placed eight of them on the table.
Afterward, he began to ponder which scripture he should write for his disciples—Daoist or Buddhist?
He sat there for seven days and seven nights, yet no clear thought emerged. Slowly rising, Chu Feng murmured, "I'll go out and get some air."
The moment he stepped out, he saw Bing Yan sitting in the courtyard, lost in thought.
"Husband."
When she saw Chu Feng, a faint smile appeared on her face.
"Walk with me."
Chu Feng walked to her side and took her hand. Bing Yan struggled a little in embarrassment, but seeing no one around, she allowed him to hold it.
The two strolled leisurely atop Miaomiao Mountain, carefully avoiding all gazes.
Unknowingly, they arrived before a waterfall and sat together on a boulder by the cliff, feeling the cool mountain breeze.
Neither spoke. Though Bing Yan often appeared cold, she was in truth a woman of delicate thoughts.
She finally asked, "Husband, are you still troubled over your disciples' cultivation methods?"
Chu Feng nodded slightly. "Indeed. I've thought of a few techniques, but I'm unsure which one to choose."
"…."
Bing Yan realized she had asked the wrong question. With her husband's genius, how could he truly be stumped by cultivation methods?
Seeing her speechless expression, Chu Feng laughed. "Enough, today let us speak only of love, not of cultivation."
That night, the two returned to the villa and shared warmth.
The next morning, Chu Feng walked out refreshed, already having made his decision.
Upon entering the study, he used his divine sense to inscribe five large characters onto a Dao Jade: The Pure Heart Sutra of the Supreme Lord.
Just those five words consumed a third of his divine sense.
This scripture was extraordinary.
Chu Feng did not plan to carve out the entire scripture in one go. He intended to progress gradually, giving his disciples time to meditate upon it in their hearts.
He was not anxious, and his disciples were not anxious—but Jiao Yang the Great Sage was. She had been waiting to secretly learn from him these past days. Seeking strength was no shame; the only fear was lacking the chance.
Yet nearly half a month had passed, and still there was no movement from Chu Feng.
Could it be that he was creating yet another original method?
At that thought, her respect for Chu Feng deepened further.
Time flowed swiftly. After forty-nine days, Chu Feng finally inscribed the complete Pure Heart Sutra of the Supreme Lord into the first Dao Jade.
Exhaling deeply, he had just finished when the Dao Jade suddenly released a dazzling beam of light that shot straight into the sky, enveloping the entirety of Miaomiao Mountain…
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