The barren forest was flattened. Yi Qingwu stepped out from the silver radiance, her crystal-like jade fingers gently tidying her messy hair, not sparing a glance at the scorched earth behind her. “Vermin…”
Her mood was terrible. After witnessing the aggressive and lewd gazes of those men, she didn’t want to stay here even for a moment—she just wanted to return to the Moon God Hall as quickly as possible. Her most revered and admired master must never be defiled by such disgusting people!
…
Moon God Hall.
Lin Luochen slowly opened his eyes. The fragmented dreams no longer lingered in his mind, as if they had never existed. “What… just happened to me?” For some reason, he felt a sense of loss and melancholy.
This strange emotion hadn’t emerged only after leaving Cloudveil Sect.
“So strange.” Lin Luochen shook his head, then sat up—only to be stunned. “Why is my face a little wet? Why are my clothes so messy?”
Damn, do I sleep that restlessly?
He felt a little embarrassed. Maybe it was because he hadn’t slept so soundly in a long time.
“Buzz—” As his thoughts wandered, the jade pendant on his waist let out a soft hum and emitted a faint glow.
Lin Luochen took it down and looked closely. “Master is calling me?”
Without hesitation, Lin Luochen got up and left the bedchamber. Since the residence was very close to the Moon God Palace, it didn’t take long for him to arrive at the magnificent palace.
Pushing open the jade doors, he entered a realm of its own—birds chirping, flowers blooming, celestial mountains standing tall, mist swirling. It was serene and sacred.
The white-robed fairy had seemingly been waiting for a long time. Her slender waist swayed like willow in the wind, her eyes like autumn water, her bones like jade. She was so perfect she felt unreal.
[No matter how many times I see her, she still amazes me. If she stepped out of the palace, she’d drive countless men mad.]
Lin Luochen marveled inwardly.
Wan Yue heard everything. But instead of anger, she calmly tucked her hair behind her ear with a delicate jade hand.
“Disciple greets Master!” Lin Luochen cupped his fists and bowed.
“Hmm…” Wan Yue turned around, making the heavens lose their color and the sun and moon dim. “Since you’re my disciple, I will teach you cultivation.”
“Teach me cultivation?” Lin Luochen smiled. “Thank you for your kindness, Master.”
[In my past life, I reached the peak of the Great Saint Realm. I could even rival Emperors. If it weren’t for the limitations of the Sacred Body, becoming an Emperor wouldn’t have been impossible.]
[To have a Saint teach me? That feels a bit beneath me.]
He didn’t expect Wan Yue to really teach him anything, but it wouldn’t be right to refuse her kindness.
Wan Yue’s delicate lips pressed into a thin line.
Great Saint? So what!
Even the current Emperors weren’t worthy of a glance from her!
“All great Daos have an origin. Have you heard of the Origin Dao?”
Her voice was cold and ethereal, but the moment she thought of how shocked Lin Luochen would be soon, she secretly felt delighted.
Lin Luochen shook his head respectfully. “Disciple only knows that the Dao arises from the heart. As for this ‘Origin Dao,’ I have never heard of it.”
Wan Yue smiled softly—charming, soul-snatching, enough to dim the world itself.
“Then watch closely!”
She lifted her hand. A divine brush appeared, painting out magnificent mountains and rivers, iron-clad warhorses, fairyland realms, and abyssal purgatories…
These scenes were vivid and brimming with immense power and aggression. With each stroke, the images changed—sometimes overwhelming like a tide, other times tearing through the clouds.
She painted ancient ferocious beasts with heaven-shaking roars. Each brushstroke brought forth visions of the mortal world.
After finishing, Wan Yue held the divine brush behind her back, turned around, and said softly, “This is… the Dao of Painting.”
Lin Luochen was speechless for a long time before finally blurting, “So powerful!”
[The Painting Dao Saint I saw in my past life was nothing compared to this Master—like a child playing house, a firefly competing with the moon!]
[If she released these divine paintings into the world, it would surely stir up a storm!]
Wan Yue calmly put away the brush. Her expression was cold, but her heart bloomed with joy.
So, you think I can’t teach anything?
She raised her hand again and conjured countless incarnations. “This is the Dao of Shadows. With thousands of clones, who could tell the real me?”
Lin Luochen: “…”
Wan Yue waved her hand and manifested various instruments. The countless clones began to play. “This is the Dao of Music!”
Instantly, divine melodies arose from all directions—not jarring at all, but harmonious and beautiful, pleasant to the ear.
Within moments, sacred visions manifested—dragons soaring, phoenixes dancing. Under ancient divine tunes and celestial harmonies, the air itself shimmered.
Lin Luochen: “…”
“This is the Dao of Spears!” Wan Yue raised her hand. A divine spear appeared, bringing forth endless spear intent. The laws of the heavens changed, killing intent surged, tearing the sky apart and piercing into the universe.
Her spear moved like a dragon, exuding boundless slaughter. She looked like a peerless Spear Immortal!
The divine spear pierced the void, and the spear intent faded. Lin Luochen was left wanting more.
“This is the Dao of Wisdom.”
Wan Yue raised her white hand slightly. The heavens formed into a massive chessboard, and the wheel of fate turned.
“Ultimate wisdom can make the world a chessboard and its people mere pieces.”
As her voice fell, Lin Luochen suddenly felt he no longer had control over himself, as if everything was beyond his grasp.
“This is the Dao of Soul…”
“This is…”
…
“This…”
“Stop!”
Lin Luochen knelt. “Master, I offer you my utmost respect!”
“You’re incredible!”
[Didn’t they say the Great Dao is simple and one could only follow one path?]
[Then what is this? She’s mastered all the Daos!]
Normally, a cultivator spends their life pursuing a single Dao, clarifying its direction and paving their path. Only then can they use it to attain enlightenment and reach the peak.
But what was with this so-called Master in front of him? She held all the Daos within her, each mastered to its pinnacle. Even someone as astonishing as the Ruthless One couldn’t compare to her freakishness!
Wan Yue listened to Lin Luochen’s thoughts and felt sweet inside.
She loved suppressing Lin Luochen during his newbie stage. After all, once he awakened his memories, he wouldn’t be this easy to push around anymore.
“So?” Wan Yue raised a brow playfully.
“Master, my Dao heart is shattered.” Lin Luochen looked like he was about to cry. “What’s the point of cultivation anymore?”
Wan Yue’s red lips tightened into a line.
Crap, she shattered the boy’s Dao heart!
Because of the Qingyue Mark from his past life, Wan Yue could clearly sense Lin Luochen’s emotional fluctuations.
His current look of utter despair… didn’t seem fake!
“A true cultivator must fight their way through chaos…”
“There are divine bodies, king bodies, and sacred bodies in this world. But do you know what physique the most dazzling Emperor of the human race had?”
Hearing this, Lin Luochen thought of a figure wearing a bronze mask. “She had a Chaotic Body!”
“Wrong. She was originally an ordinary body, but she created her own demonic techniques and crushed her peers of the same era.”
Wan Yue corrected him. “So, do you now understand all the Daos? Do you understand what cultivation is truly for?”
She had to rebuild Lin Luochen’s Dao heart. Otherwise, such a hard blow might damage his future cultivation path.
Lin Luochen rubbed his chin, then his eyes suddenly lit up. “I get it now! Since the righteous path doesn’t work, and I can’t beat them…”
Wan Yue’s clear eyes sparkled with a bit of anticipation.
“Then I’ll cultivate the demonic path!”
He clenched his fist, looked at Wan Yue, scratched his head, and smiled. “Master, did I get it right?”
Wan Yue’s vision went black. She almost collapsed on the spot.