Chapter 98: The Seven Rebellious Forms

“Thank you, Lady Dantai!” Donggong Qianxue exclaimed in delight.

“No need to thank me just yet. Wait until you truly comprehend it,” Dantai Wushuang waved her hand, then added, “Besides, you may share this sword manual with anyone present.”

As she finished speaking, her gaze subtly glanced at Chen Changsheng, who stood on the Frost-Ice Staircase. The sword manual she was about to bestow upon Donggong Qianxue was extraordinary; it should be worthy of the eyes of this reclusive master.

“I understand!” Donggong Qianxue bowed again.

Dantai Wushuang said no more. Her jade arm swept gently through the air.

A thunderous rumble echoed as seven stone tablets fell from the sky, landing upright on the Frost-Ice Arena, arranged in a straight line.

Dantai Wushuang spoke slowly, “These seven stone tablets contain the sword manual I grant you. Its name is ‘Seven Forms of Reversal and Chaos,’ an ancient inherited sword manual. The ‘Seven Forms of Reversal and Chaos’ is divided into seven parts, one tablet for each part.”

All eyes burned with fervor as they stared at the seven stone tablets.

The tablets radiated an aura of antiquity; the weathered marks upon them revealed their existence through countless ages.

Each tablet was carved with the image of a swordsman, but the passage of time had rendered the figures indistinct.

A chorus of gulping echoed through the arena.

Everyone’s eyes widened, fixated upon the seven stone tablets, their blood boiling as if it were heated water.

These tablets were bestowed by a Saint-level expert, containing a Saint’s inherited sword manual—just the thought was enough to drive one mad with excitement.

Donggong Qianxue trembled, gazing at the tablets, her stunning face flushed with exhilaration.

“Lady Dantai, are you truly bestowing this sword manual upon me?” She sought confirmation from Dantai Wushuang once more.

“Of course.” Dantai Wushuang, aloof and dignified, nodded lightly. Unconsciously, she glanced again at Chen Changsheng; upon meeting his gaze, a fleeting hint of humility flashed through her eyes.

“Thank you, Lady Dantai!” Donggong Qianxue thanked her respectfully.

“Father, the carving on these tablets isn’t very impressive. You’re much better at it than they are,”

Chen Die’er, as always, had a unique focus. After glancing at the tablets, she remarked to Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng raised his chin slightly, stroked his beard, and said proudly, “Of course. My carving skills far surpass those of these tablets—there’s no comparison.”

“Yes, I think so too,” Chen Die’er nodded earnestly. “Father, you’re simply outstanding.”

Chen Changsheng laughed heartily, affectionately pinching Die’er’s cheek. “Die’er, only now do you realize how exceptional your father is? I’m not bragging, but aside from being a mere mortal, every craft I pursue reaches the level of a master.”

“Mhm.” Chen Die’er nodded her little head seriously once more.

Suddenly, the atmosphere felt off. They stopped talking and glanced around, only to find everyone in the arena—including Dantai Wushuang in the air—staring at them in utter astonishment.

This was a Saint’s inherited sword manual, incomparably precious; yet this father and daughter cared only about the quality of the carvings!

Heavens, could there be a stranger pair in the world?

Dantai Wushuang listened to their dialogue without missing a word, so stunned she nearly tumbled off her snowy beast’s back.

She quickly straightened herself, coughing awkwardly, her beautiful face flushed red.

How embarrassing—I’m a Saint-level expert, yet I lost composure in front of everyone. Unforgivable.

“Forgive us for the interruption,” Chen Changsheng shrugged innocently, smiling lightly. “I am but a mortal, with some knowledge of carving. Naturally, my attention was drawn to the craftsmanship of these tablets. Please, continue—I won’t disturb you further.”

“A mere mortal?” Dantai Wushuang was struck dumb, barely believing her ears.

She had secretly concluded that this Mister Chen was surely a reclusive master. Yet, he claimed to be a mortal!

Could she have been mistaken?

Her thoughts raced. She smiled lightly at Chen Changsheng, “Mister Chen, since you’re interested in carving, why not step forward and examine the tablets closely? In the Saint Domain, it’s said the carvings on these tablets were created by a true master. You say they are ordinary—I find myself unconvinced.”

You won’t accept it? Well, you’ll have no choice but to accept it soon!

Chen Changsheng sneered inwardly, nodding, “Very well, I shall take a closer look.”

He took Chen Die’er’s hand, descending the Frost-Ice Staircase toward the tablets.

Soon, father and daughter stood before the first tablet, studying the carving intently.

“Ah…” Dantai Wushuang drew a sharp breath, her heart pounding wildly. She knew well that anyone approaching within ten meters of the tablets would immediately sense a violent sword intent—the closer, the more overwhelming.

Moreover, each tablet’s sword intent grew more formidable than the last.

Yet now, Chen Changsheng and his daughter pressed their faces to the tablets, examining the carvings with care.

“They feel nothing of the sword intent emanating from these tablets!”

“It’s certain—this Mister Chen truly is a reclusive master!”

“No, not just Mister Chen—his daughter as well… My heavens, an eight or nine-year-old girl, yet already a master beyond the world!”

Dantai Wushuang’s chest heaved as waves of shock crashed within her heart.

She had invited Chen Changsheng to examine the carvings specifically to test him against the sword intent, that so-called ‘master’s work’ was simply a fabrication.

Yet, faced with the wild sword intent, Chen Changsheng showed no reaction!

Beside them, Nongyu and Qianlan were equally stupefied, eyes bulging and mouths agape as if they’d seen a ghost in broad daylight.

“Father, the carving on this tablet really isn’t very good,” Chen Die’er pointed at it with her little finger.

“It’s truly mediocre,” Chen Changsheng thought with disdain. To call this masterwork—surely all the stonecarving masters of the Snow Chant Realm must be dead.

“Come, Die’er, let’s look at the second tablet,” Chen Changsheng took her hand to the next one, studying its engraving.

Soon, he shook his head in disappointment, then led Die’er to the third tablet.

Moments later, the pair moved on to the fourth.

Dantai Wushuang, Nongyu, and Qianlan—who knew the tablets’ secrets—stood dumbstruck in the air, utterly speechless.

Heavens, just how terrifying is this father and daughter? Surely, they could outmatch even the venerable experts of the Saint Domain!