Therefore, Jian Wushuang's question was pointless. Even the three Derived Immortals lowered their heads awkwardly.
The result was similar to what he had guessed. It would be shocking if a sword cultivator really comprehended their own Sword Way.
"Since none of you have, it means that you all have great potential. It's not a bad thing," Jian Wushuang said, "How many of you mainly cultivate the sword?"
All the sword cultivators looked at each other. Like the previous few times, no one stepped forward.
Almost three thousand sword cultivators still mainly cultivated the power of derivation. Their ultimate goal was to produce the Immortal Source and become a Derived Immortal.
Compared to the illusory Sword Immortal, becoming a Derived Immortal was much more reliable.
Just as Jian Wushuang said earlier, using the sword as the Way was too illusory. Even if there were top cultivators who insisted on it, they would give up in the end due to various results.
The path of Sword Way was not something that could be achieved overnight. It was not a clear goal to begin with. It could only be clear as one continued to move forward.
Even if there were treasures and true swords in the Great Derivation World, they were only mediums for Derived Immortals to increase the damage of their moves to the peak.
And these sword cultivators became sword cultivators because of this principle.
Simply put, they cultivated the sword to serve the Great Dao of Derivation.
At this moment, among the three Derived Immortals, an old looking Derived Immortal said, "Heavenly Official Sword, according to your standards, I'm afraid we are nothing more than mediocre people. As for the true Sword Way, I'm afraid we won't be able to comprehend it even if we spend our entire lives."
"But now that Heavenly Official Sword has appeared, we've seen the true Sword Way. I'm deeply moved. I only hope that Heavenly Official Sword can bestow upon us some enlightenment so that we can find the right Way."
After he finished speaking, he bowed solemnly to Jian Wushuang. Then, the three thousand sword cultivators also bowed at the same time.
The path of sword cultivation was too illusory. The fact that they were able to persist until now was already a rather remarkable thing.
Jian Wushuang did not say anything after hearing this. He released derivation power with both hands and turned it into a breeze that lifted all of them up.
"I've agreed to everything you said."
All the sword cultivators were extremely excited at this moment. "Thank you, Heavenly Sword Official!"
Being able to annihilate a Rank Three Grand Expansion Immortal with a pure sword strike without the slightest trace of expansion force, such a shocking and unprecedented feat had long since been deeply imprinted in their minds.
It turned out that the true way of the sword was this powerful.
In fact, when Jian Wushuang stood on this side of the Sword Discourse Hall, he had already planned to create a Sword Dao that these top cultivators who insisted on the path of sword cultivation could control.
After lifting up all the sword cultivators in the training hall, he stood quietly in the center of the training hall, as if waiting for something.
The training hall was incomparably silent. Not a single top cultivator spoke. All of them were looking at Jian Wushuang expectantly.
Time passed bit by bit. Jian Wushuang was also somewhat puzzled at this moment. Xu Jin, whom he had invited to pick a weed, logically should have returned long ago. Why was he not back yet? Did something happen to him?
Just as he was feeling puzzled, an extremely powerful stream of light shot over from the horizon. It was filled with majestic power.
Seeing this scene, Jian Wushuang squinted slightly. He sensed that the newcomer was not friendly.
In the next moment, the powerful stream of light suddenly arrived!
"Boom!"
The entire training hall shook.
The newcomer was a burly bald man with a ferocious face. His chest was bare, and there was only a large piece of animal skin tied around his waist. His entire figure looked incomparably wild and oppressive.
In his left hand, Xu Jin, whose face was bruised and swollen, was about to faint.
Seeing this scene, Chen Qing, who was outside the training hall, cursed silently. He wanted to go up and smash the troublemaker to the ground.
However, Di Qing pulled him back. "Don't go first. Wushuang can handle it."
Hearing this, Chen Qing did not force him. He just stared at the bald man with a pair of bull-like eyes, ready to fight at any time.
Without waiting for Jian Wushuang to speak, the bald man who was holding Xu Jin shouted loudly, "Who is the guy who killed Chang Duoling, who is the guy who killed Chang Duoling …"
A series of shouts rang out, causing Jian Wushuang's eardrums to buzz.
His expression gradually turned unfriendly. "It's me."
The bald man was stunned. Then, he sized up Jian Wushuang, as if he did not believe him at all. "You? A mere peak Evolved Immortal could kill Chang Duoling? "
"Why, you want to try?" Jian Wushuang's voice gradually turned cold.
Hearing this, the bald man sneered. "Of course, I'm here today to test your limits!"
Looking at the exposed burly man in front of him, Jian Wushuang clearly lost interest. "I don't have time now. Stand aside first. Perhaps after I'm done teaching, I might spar with you."
"I don't want to. I want to spar with you now!" he said impatiently.
Jian Wushuang's expression changed. He suddenly took a step forward. Immediately, a million rays of flowing sword intent shot into the sky, causing a huge change in heaven and earth!
"I'll say it again. If you dare to pester endlessly, don't blame me for pulling out your tendons and bones and throwing you out!"
Looking at the majestic sword intent that shot into the sky, the bald man subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva. "Alright, then I'll wait for you for a moment …"
Withdrawing his sword intent, Jian Wushuang said unhappily, "Also, release him. He's my disciple now."
The bald man then threw Xu Jin to the side.
Wiping away the divine blood that gushed out from the corner of his mouth, Xu Jin got up with difficulty and walked over to Jian Wushuang with weak steps.
Then, trembling, he took out a blade of sharp grass from his arms and forced a smile. "Heavenly Official Jiantian, I've brought the grass. Fortunately, it's not damaged."
Reaching out to take the grass, Jian Wushuang asked, "He hit it?"
A touch of embarrassment and sadness flashed across Xu Jin's eyes. He nodded.
Jian Wushuang didn't say anything else. He waved his hand and released a gust of wind to carry him to the edge of the training hall. Then, he began to do what he wanted to do next.
Looking at the seven-leafed grass in his hand, Jian Wushuang casually plucked off a leaf and put it in his hand.
"Next, I'm going to teach you the sword intent that goes from simple to complex. This sword intent is something that I realized on the spot. For you, it should be a brand new starting point."
"This sword intent has a total of nine sword forms, progressing step by step. Although each form seems unrelated, they complement each other. Similarly, it's the principle of going from shallow to deep, and from simple to complex."
Jian Wushuang held the blade of grass in his hand and pointed it at the clouds in the sky.
"For now, let's call it the Driftcloud Grass Sword."
Four simple words were enough to describe the Nine Sword Essences. Perhaps even the current Jian Wushuang did not know how terrifying and far-reaching the influence of the Drifting Cloud Grass Sword he had casually created would be in the future.
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