Spirit Enlightening Fruit

Cultivation knew no time. As Qin Yun focused on writing the Misty Rain Sword Dao, 126 years passed in a blink of an eye.

Those 126 years… were his most leisurely days. Every day, he would accompany his wife for a stroll, advise Meng Huan, Qin Yiyi, Qin Yuluo, his nine-tailed fox disciple, Qing Shuang, and others. Although he was giving pointers on the surface, he was constantly pondering over the profundity of the Misty Rain Sword Dao in his mind. In the evening, he would write the Misty Rain Sword Dao manual alone in his study.

These days were extremely rare for the Qin family and Qin Yun's disciples.

"Tian Huang, you are really a blockhead. You still can't understand?" Qin Yun bellowed in frustration.

"Master, calm down. Calm down," a stout man with thick brows said with a flattering smile. "I'm a little stupid. Give me some time to think about it and I'll definitely figure it out."