# Chapter 2140: Insights on the Sword Dao
After Heartless Young Master left, the others also dispersed one after another, each going their separate ways. As the host, the Ye Clan naturally arranged accommodations for Lin Feng and his group. Because of Rufeng and Ruyun's relationship, the Ye Clan also arranged for Lin Feng to stay in that same courtyard. Lin Feng did not go out and about, instead quietly cultivating there while exchanging ideas with his fellow disciples.
Second Senior Brother and the others had all arrived at Shen Xiao City, but they were distributed across different areas of the twelve regions of Shen Xiao. After discussion, they decided not to gather for now, and would meet again on the stage of the Nine Heavens Assembly. Those who failed to pass the assessment would wait in Shen Xiao City.
As for Mu Chen and Jing Xiaoyue, Lin Feng had always kept track of their whereabouts because that Sacred Body had been guarding them all along. The two of them were the only ones who had not yet arrived at Shen Xiao City. As for Mu Chen, he had no intention of participating in the Nine Heavens Assembly; he was simply traveling to see the scenery of the Shen Xiao Continent, enjoying a world of just the two of them with Jing Xiaoyue.
On this day, Lin Feng sat on a stone chair in the courtyard, watching Rufeng and Ruyun as they refined pills. Lin Feng had once studied alchemy himself, but later, because he focused on martial arts cultivation and lacked powerful alchemy techniques, he gradually set it aside. However, watching these descendants of the Medicine King refine pills now gave him a different feeling. Their alchemy methods were far more complex and formidable, incomparable to the alchemy he had practiced in the past.
"Brother Lin Feng, do you think alchemy is fun?" At this moment, Yaoyao came to Lin Feng's side and asked with a grin.
"I'm more concerned about your alchemy skills, Yaoyao. Rufeng, Ruyun, and Ziling are all practicing, but you seem to be slacking off," Lin Feng said with a smile.
Yaoyao stuck out her tongue, revealing a playful expression. She sat down beside Lin Feng and said with a laugh, "Senior Brother and Senior Sister both say I'm lazy. Brother Lin Feng, you're so famous on Qing Xiao Continent. Are you very powerful? That number one of Qing Xiao, Heartless Young Master, seems quite arrogant. Can you beat him?"
Lin Feng wiped his forehead in mock sweat. This girl's curiosity was really strong.
"I have no idea how strong Heartless Young Master really is, so how could I know if I can beat him?" Lin Feng shrugged and replied.
"That's true." Yaoyao nodded slightly, then laughed, "But I'm sure my brother can beat him."
"Your brother?" Lin Feng looked at Yaoyao. This girl seemed to have a lot of faith in her brother. Heartless Young Master was the number one of Qing Xiao, and his strength was unquestionable. He cultivated the Heartless Great Dao, with three thousand heartless threads transforming into three thousand killing techniques. He was absolutely an exceptionally formidable figure. Yet Yaoyao spoke so confidently. Lin Feng didn't know if she was just speaking without knowing the immensity of heaven and earth, or if she really had a very powerful brother.
"Mm, my brother is really amazing," Yaoyao said with a smile. Lin Feng nodded noncommittally: "Alright, I hope I can see your brother someday."
Just then, a figure stepped into the courtyard, causing Lin Feng's gaze to freeze. A cold gleam flashed in his eyes as he looked in that direction.
Sensing the chill in Lin Feng's eyes, the person stopped in his tracks, standing there, and said to Lin Feng, "Lin Feng, I am also from Qing Xiao Continent. Knowing that you were at the Ye Clan, I came to visit."
"Is there something you need?" Lin Feng asked indifferently.
"I wanted to see how great the gap in strength is between us, so I can know how far I can go in this Nine Heavens Assembly," the man said calmly. On his back was an ancient sword. He seemed to be a sword cultivator.
"Here to challenge Brother Lin Feng?" Yaoyao's eyes sparkled, and she laughed, "Great! Brother Lin Feng, teach him a lesson."
Lin Feng was speechless. This girl seemed very excited. But he didn't refuse either. He said, "Come in."
Hearing Lin Feng's agreement, the other party stepped into the courtyard and cupped his hands toward Lin Feng. "Mo Yu of Ten Thousand Swords Valley in Tianyuan Ancient Capital, requesting your guidance."
As his words fell, a terrifying sword intent erupted from his body, as if thousands of swords were roaring simultaneously in the void. Mo Yu continued, "Be careful."
By this time, Yaoyao had already retreated far away, leaving the space to the two of them. Mo Yu stepped forward, and the void seemed to be filled with countless sharp swords roaring. That formless sword intent permeated the space between heaven and earth, a desolate killing intent as if it would pierce and destroy everything.
"Chi!" Sword light flashed. The ancient sword was drawn from its sheath. It was an ordinary sword, but when it appeared before Mo Yu, it immediately became extraordinary, as if it commanded all the killing sword intent between heaven and earth. That sword became the center of all swords. The sword intent it emitted seemed to create a terrifying vortex ahead, as if the void itself would be pierced. A terrifying force stabbed into Lin Feng's body — it was sword intent.
Although the other party said he was visiting Lin Feng to see the gap in strength, it clearly seemed more like a challenge.
Lin Feng didn't take it too seriously either. He just smiled. His palm moved slightly, and in an instant, a terrifying aura seemed to gather frantically at his fingertips. The Sacred Spirit Sword seemed to condense into a point of light, compressed within his palm. His fingertips formed a sword seal, as if endless sword dao killing intent might erupt at any moment.
"Both are sword cultivators?" Rufeng and Ruyun had stopped their alchemy and looked toward Lin Feng with surprised expressions.
"Kill!" Mo Yu roared. Thousands of swords seemed to converge into the sword before him, slashing forward. That sword seemed to pierce through the void, severing time and space, and in an instant, it slashed toward Lin Feng. But at the same time, Lin Feng casually flicked the sword seal in his hand. A carefree sword strike, yet it seemed to make the entire world dim. A crisp cracking sound rang out. The desolate killing intent of heaven and earth instantly dissipated into nothingness. Mo Yu's sword shattered. Lin Feng's sword seal also disappeared, but Lin Feng's body had appeared before Mo Yu, his hand forming a sword seal, as if with just a slight movement of his hand, he could easily kill the other party.
The gap seemed very large.
"How did you do that?" Mo Yu asked Lin Feng.
Lin Feng smiled. The sword seal in his hand suddenly flicked to the side, and in an instant, that sword seal seemed to vanish into nothingness, without any power at all.
"Do you understand?" Lin Feng looked at Mo Yu and said. Mo Yu frowned deeply. He had cultivated the sword for many years, yet Lin Feng's two simple movements seemed to bring him into a different level, making him feel confused about his own sword dao.
"I half understand, half don't," Mo Yu said. He did understand something. Lin Feng's sword had no sword technique, no sword moves — it was completely free and unrestrained. But he also didn't understand. Was it simply because the gap in their strength was too great that he had suffered such a crushing defeat? Was it a matter of "speed overcomes all" and "power breaks all laws"?
"I have cultivated the sword for many years, putting it down and picking it up again. Yet I have always been confused about the sword, not knowing what kind of sword can be considered the ultimate sword. Is it the most powerful sword technique? The most bizarre sword moves? But recently, I suddenly had an insight: the sword has no profound meaning, no law, no dao. Perhaps the sword itself is a different kind of existence. It forms its own school. It should be empty, ethereal, following the heart, following one's nature, following one's will. I once thought, could the sword dao that transcends the great dao be inherently empty, without moves, without form, just a single thought in your heart?"
Lin Feng murmured softly, as if speaking to Mo Yu, and as if speaking to himself.
But his words shocked Mo Yu to the core, causing his heart to pound violently. The sword should be without moves, without form? It has its own great dao. The sword exists only as a single thought in the heart.
"Thought arrives, sword arrives," Mo Yu murmured, his voice seeming somewhat unreal.
"Yes, that's it — thought arrives, sword arrives." Lin Feng laughed. "These are some of my insights. I don't know if they're useful."
Mo Yu was silent for a moment. Then he looked at Lin Feng and bowed deeply, bending all the way down. When he raised his head, his clear eyes looked at Lin Feng, and he smiled, "If one day I attain the true essence of the sword dao, you will be my teacher."
With that, Mo Yu bowed slightly again, then slowly retreated until he reached the outer gate, where he turned and left.
"An interesting fellow." Lin Feng smiled slightly at the other's actions.
"Lin Feng, your words truly struck a chord in his heart. I didn't expect you would be willing to share such insights with others," Rufeng and the others said as they approached Lin Feng.
"I don't know if I was speaking arrogantly. After all, I haven't had the chance to verify these ideas myself. If he can truly succeed, that will be his fortune," Lin Feng said with a smile. "But this person truly loves the sword. If he can reach the peak of the sword dao, I would be happy too."
"Weirdo," Yaoyao pouted. "He came to challenge you, Brother Lin Feng, and yet you actually taught him."
"Haha, challenges depend on the person. The challenges from Wang Sheng and the others were very unfriendly," Lin Feng said with a laugh. Rufeng and the others nodded. Their agreed-upon time was approaching.
"It's still some distance from the location of the last competition. Let's set out now," Rufeng said calmly. The others nodded and headed outside.
The news that Wang Sheng, a young expert from the Medicine King Clan, would once again challenge several young alchemists from the Danxiao Continent had already spread to many people. Therefore, on this day, many had already gathered at the location of their previous competition, including geniuses from various parts of the Nine Heavens Continent. The descendants of the Medicine King of Shen Xiao Continent and the Medicine King of Danxiao Continent were competing again. What would be the outcome this time? Could the descendants of the Medicine King Clan of Shen Xiao Continent salvage their honor?
(To be continued. The fastest update, no pop-up reading, please.)