My Wife is A Sword God

In the following days, life seemed to return to a peaceful state, and before he knew it, another month had passed. Qin Feng’s schedule was packed from morning to night.

He still hadn’t told his two wives about the Immortal Technique. He just wanted to wait until he had mastered the divine power and learned the Immortal Technique before making any plans.

Inside the house, when his divine sense returned, Qin Feng was gasping for breath, his face was pale and soybean-sized beads of sweat fell from his forehead.

Yes, he had failed again. Even though he had discovered the existence of Primordial Qi in his eyes a long time ago, he couldn’t activate it no matter how hard he tried.

Even the first step didn’t go smoothly, and the difficulty of cultivating divine power was far beyond his expectations.

“Why can’t I activate it? In my previous attempt, directing Righteous Qi and Primordial Immortal Qi was a piece of cake.” Qin Feng frowned in confusion.

At that moment, the virtual image of Senior Xuan Yi appeared, he looked pensive. “Primordial Qi is the beginning of chaos, the foundation of all things. Of course, it cannot be judged by common sense.” 

“However, Primordial Immortal Qi is no ordinary thing either. You should have been able to guide it with Primordial Immortal Qi. My guess is that perhaps your control over the Primordial Immortal Qi is not precise enough, causing it to dissipate as soon as it comes in contact with the Primordial Qi.”

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng fell into contemplation. “Senior, do you have any methods to improve my control over the Primordial Immortal Qi?”

Xuan Yi shook his head. “My methods are not suitable for you. Unless Heaven and Earth return to the environment of the past, where there is an endless supply of Primordial Immortal Qi.”

Qin Feng sighed at these words. How could this be possible? Was he really incapable of learning divine power?

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something and asked, “Senior Xuan, in today’s world, the mainstream martial arts lineages are the Hundred Dao Ghost, Divine Martial, and Literature Saint lineages.” 

“When it comes to self-control, the Divine Martial Warriors are the most proficient. If I can understand the Divine Martial Warriors’ techniques for controlling vitality qi, can I apply them to Primordial Immortal Qi?”

Xuan Yi thought for a moment before replying, “As the saying goes, As the saying goes, everything changes yet remains rooted in its essence. Your idea should be feasible.” 

“But relying solely on Divine Martial Warriors may still not be enough to control the Primordial Immortal Qi. You must seek the guidance of high-level warriors and learn more sophisticated control techniques.”

Qin Feng grinned and said with a smile. “Senior, rest assured, I already have someone in mind.”

On the other side, in the lobby of the Qin Mansion, Father Qin held a tea cup and blew it gently, but he could not help but frown when he saw that the fine tea leaves could not sink and floated on the water.

Upon seeing this, the Second Mother asked confusedly, “Master, what’s wrong? Why that expression?”

“I’m not sure why, but I suddenly felt a tightness in my chest. I can’t shake the feeling that something bad is about to happen. Has anything happened in the household lately?” Father Qin asked.

Second Mother’s brow furrowed when she heard this. “Don’t talk nonsense. The Qin family is flourishing these days. How could anything bad happen?”

“Could it be that An’er ran into some trouble in the Southern Domain?” Father Qin said, feeling uneasy.

“Tch tch tch tch! An’er sent us a letter not long ago, saying that his cultivation has progressed and that everything is fine. He even told us not to worry. Could it be that you’ve forgotten?” Second Mother replied.

“Hiss~ That’s strange.” Father Qin, still in the dark about the impending trouble, couldn’t shake off his uneasiness.

…

At noon, Qin Feng and others gathered together.

After Qing’er set the table with dishes, Father Qin spoke briefly before trying to pick up his chopsticks.

At that moment, Qin Feng picked up a chicken leg and placed it in his father’s bowl with a smile. “Father, I know you like this, so I asked the kitchen to make some more.”

The atmosphere around the dining table suddenly became quiet, and this scene felt strangely familiar.

Father Qin slowly put down his chopsticks and looked at Qin Feng with a suspicious expression.

He seemed to have guessed why he had felt this sense of crisis earlier.

“Feng’er, is something wrong?” Father Qin asked in a deep voice.

“What could be going on? I was just thinking about how hard you work for this family every day, so I thought you deserved a treat,” Qin Feng replied with a hint of sarcasm.

Father Qin simply nodded in acknowledgement, unwilling to show his hand and potentially challenge his position as head of the family. He resumed eating, wary of any possible deception.

During the next meal, Father Qin felt rather uncomfortable because someone had acted out of character and ruined his appetite.

“Father, your soup has cooled down. Have my bowl; I just tasted it and it’s still hot.”

“The food seems sufficient. Do you want me to get you another bowl from the kitchen?”

“Qing’er, can’t you see that all the chicken legs in this bowl have been eaten? Go to the kitchen and tell them to cook another chicken.”

Unable to stand it any longer, Father Qin put down his chopsticks again and said sternly, “You naughty boy, stop playing these games. I’m not falling for it. If you have something to say, just say it!”

Qin Feng looked at his father admiringly and said, “Dad, I can’t hide anything from you. Actually, I’ve been facing a problem lately, and I’d like to ask for your advice.”

As expected, Qin Jian’an looked at him and calmly said, “Let’s discuss it after we finish our meal.”

“Alright.”

After the meal, father and son walked to the courtyard of the Qin residence. Father Qin stood up straight and asked, “Are you facing a problem on your life’s journey and want my advice? Speak freely.”

Qin Feng smiled and explained the situation directly.

“So this is the situation. During our trip to the western regions, Father, I was truly amazed by your extraordinary skills. I admire them greatly. That’s why I wanted to seek your guidance to solve some difficulties I’ve encountered in my own cultivation.”

Upon hearing this, Father Qin’s expression stiffened. Without saying a word, he turned to leave. However, a faint voice came from behind him, “I wonder how the Second Mother would feel if she knew about the relationship between you and the Commander of the Western Regions.”

“You naughty boy, what exactly do you want?”

Qin Feng smiled but remained silent.

Father Qin stared for a moment, then sighed and said truthfully, “It’s not that I don’t want to teach you, but throughout history, those who can grasp the ultimate meaning of martial arts are few and far between.” 

“Even extraordinary talents like Jianli have only grasped a fraction after more than a month of practice.” 

“How can someone from the Literature Saint Dao Lineage like you hope to master its essence? Instead of wasting your time here, why don’t you go to the Great Literature Academy and ask the old man for advice. Perhaps he can help you.”

Qin Feng shook his head, “The problem I’m facing is quite unique, even the National Teacher might not be able to solve it. Besides, as long as Father clearly teaches me the extreme intent, I can figure out the rest on my own.”

Looking at the other party’s determined expression, Father Qin conceded defeat. After sensing that there was no one around, he began to explain the techniques of Gathering Force and Extreme Intent to Qin Feng.

Father Qin deeply understood that as a divine martial artist, to understand something, one must listen with the ears, observe with the eyes, and contemplate with the heart.

Therefore, instead of just talking, he demonstrated in practice.

In a secluded corner of the courtyard, Qin Jian’an extended his right hand and pressed it to the ground. Without any visible effort, a clear palm print appeared on the hard granite surface as he moved his hand away.

“This is the result of the technique of gathering power.”

As he finished speaking, he pressed his palm to the ground again. The courtyard trembled slightly, and when he moved his hand away, Qin Feng couldn’t help but widen his eyes.

For what was now revealed was not a palm print, but a tiny black hole the size of a pinhole in the centre of the palm!