"How did he see through it?"
"That's impossible. I didn't even know if Yan Liren had launched his sword or not. Besides, according to Yan Liren, it was only the 'will of the sword' that he triggered. Can he perceive the material of the sword through the will of the sword?"
"Are you kidding me? Isn't that too unbelievable?"
The minds of the Cultivators around had been crushed countless times by Li Yao just now. They had barely caught their breath when they were crushed again by Li Yao's unbelievable statement. They were almost deformed!
Yan Liren retreated one of his feet that had just stepped forward. He turned around and stared at Li Yao again, before he asked, one word after another, "How did you know?"
"Just now, you 'slashed' me once with the will of the sword."
Li Yao touched his neck. "My throat can still taste the wind and frost on your sword aura right now. Wouldn't it be hilarious if I couldn't tell what exactly 'killed' me?"
"It just didn't occur to me that the Purple Pole Sword Sect had all kinds of marvelous weapons made of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures and even the ancient swords passed on from the primeval era, including the three ancient swords that you used to compete with the 'Heaven Flipping Seal' just now, were all ultimate treasures that all the Cultivators in the world yearned for. Yet, you did not care about those swords at all and preferred a plain-looking short sword that was almost made of common iron!"
"It was my first sword."
After pondering for a moment, Yan Liren seemed to feel that Li Yao was someone worth explaining. He said slowly, "I got it when I was nine years old, and I have never been separated from it for even a day. After all these years, I don't know how many times I've touched it and waved it. Not only am I familiar with its weight, shape, and hardness in every part, I've also familiarized myself with its speed and power when it cuts into the wind at a certain angle, as well as the different feelings when it pierces into shields, armors, spiritual shields, flesh, and bones. Everything has been grasped by me to the fullest!"
"As you said, it has truly become an extension of my body, a part of my life!"
"As for the three primeval swords, although I've been polishing them for decades, they were not specially made for me after all. Also, they were the weapons of the primeval deities. They were too powerful and consumed too much spiritual energy and telepathic thoughts. It was very difficult for me to control them!
"It's almost like I am not controlling the three primeval swords but they are searching and attacking themselves after absorbing my essence!"
"Waving such a sword is like a three-year-old waving a Green Dragon Crescent Blade. Despite its high damage, how can it be called the 'strongest sword'?"
Li Yao was moved!
Yan Liren's words were already breaking the ancient Cultivators' myths about the ultimate treasures of the primeval era and gradually moving toward the truth of the modern Cultivators!
It was true. In the primeval era, however good the items of the Pangu clan were, they were all specially created for the Pangu clan and not something that belonged to human beings themselves. If one worshipped them blindly and used them directly, one might be able to show off for a while, but it would certainly be a dead end!
There was no superiority in magical equipment. Only the most suitable magical equipment for oneself was the strongest magical equipment!
It was a simple logic that everybody might be able to understand. But when a 'powerful' primeval treasure was placed right in front of their eyes, how many Cultivators could resist the temptation and not become its slave?
"I didn't know that you had trained yourself to such a level …" Li Yao mumbled.
"I only grasped it recently, too," Yan Liren said with a smile.
Yan Liren smiled. "Over the past decades, I was actually awed by the power of the three primeval swords just like other people did. I tried my best to conquer them, refine them, and manipulate them. I almost paid with my life for it!
"Over the past few years, I had a competition with Wang Xi every year. In the last competition, seeing that I was more and more obsessed, restless, and insane than the previous year, he could not help but enlighten me. It was not until then that I woke up from the bottomless abyss and was greatly enlightened!
"As it turned out, the strongest sword had been right next to me since a long time ago. Why would I abandon what was close at hand for what was far away and pick up the garbage that other people did not want instead of using the sharp blade that belonged to me?"
A pile of scrap metal …
Li Yao was deeply shocked.
To call the super weapons of the Pangu clan and the Colossi in the primeval era 'garbage', it was probably only a 'Sword Maniac' who could've been so bold!
"My Cultivation is actually slightly lower than Qi Zhongdao's," Yan Liren said.
Yan Liren went on. "However, I have abandoned the garbage from the primeval era and found my strongest sword. Qi Zhongdao, on the other hand, clung to the so-called 'Heaven Flipping Seal' and coveted the power of the primeval treasure too much. As a result, his hands and feet were bound by it, and he was unable to carry out his highest level!
"Perhaps, without the 'Heaven Flipping Seal', a stronger 'Iron Saint Qi Zhongdao' might've appeared, wouldn't he?
"It's a pity that he was too burdened by his false reputation to make such an attempt!"
Li Yao was silent.
He did not know if Yan Liren's words made sense or not.
However, the 'Heaven Flipping Seal' was essentially a gravity generator, not a weapon. Its operation and the mode of spiritual energy supply were not suitable for a single soldier, either. But it was true!
In order to blow out the unbelievable power of the 'Heaven Flipping Seal' on his own, Qi Zhongdao must've paid an unimaginable price.
Was the price worth it?
The conversation between the two of them cast all the Cultivators into deep thought. It was especially so for Qi Zhongdao, who was standing under the banner of the Grand Mystery Sect. There were bruises on his thin face that looked like charcoal. The Cultivator at the peak of the Yuanying Stage was breathing heavily, which was rare for him!
"I get it now."
Li Yao took a long breath in relief and said in admiration, "It's indeed a fine sword!"
Yan Liren did not deny it. He touched the handle of the sword very gently and said, "It is indeed a fine sword in my hands."
"It's a pity that the fine sword has been 'heavily wounded'."
Li Yao suddenly changed the topic and said, "Although it is an unparalleled weapon that you crafted with your heart, soul, and soul since you were a child, it is made of low-level materials such as Purple Martial Copper and Cold Mountain Iron after all. It does not have a good foundation.
"When you were practicing your sword, your speed and strength were both maximized, which was a great damage to the body of the sword. After a long time, tiny, dark stripes were everywhere inside the sword!
"What is more critical is that the sword was once heavily wounded four inches below the tip. There is a dent the size of a grain of rice on the left side.
"Although it seems to be an unimportant dent, in fact, a very serious crack has pierced through the body of the sword. One moment of carelessness, and the tip of the sword will be completely broken from the dent as the starting point!
"Based on my senses, you must've thought of ways to repair or even reforge the sword, but you did not succeed. You only added a few reinforcement stripes on the surface of the sword to make it work. Am I right?"
For a long time, Yan Liren's face, which was as white as a steamed bun, had never shown much emotion. It seemed that the whole world except for 'swords' was not worth his interest.
It was not until Li Yao said that the unparalleled swordsman finally put on a dumbfounded expression like that of an ordinary person!
Even the few Yuanying Sword Cultivators and experienced sword forgers of the Purple Pole Sword Sect far away rose from their seats and looked at each other in bewilderment, finding it hard to believe!
"How — how did you know?"
Yan Liren was stammering!
Li Yao smiled and said casually, "I also know the reason why you are unwilling to reforge the sword.
"Because you've spent your entire life with this sword. You know its shape, weight, center of gravity, and feel very well. All your sword moves, mental cultivation methods, incantations, and techniques are based on the current shape and weight of this sword. You've already reached the most perfect state!"
"If the sword is reforged and the gaps are repaired with Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures that are more precious, it is inevitable that the length, thickness, and weight of the sword will be slightly different.
"For a 'swordsman' such as yourself, even if the sword after reforging is only half a hair longer or slightly heavier than before, or if the barycenter is slightly shifted or lowered, it will still be absolutely, absolutely unbearable, because it will break the 'perfection' that you have been practicing for your whole life!
"Oh, I was wrong.
"Not only is your sword made of common materials, but it was also forged roughly. The weight on the two sides of the spine of the sword is unevenly distributed. The left side is slightly heavier!
"This isn't a perfect sword."
"But you have been used to the imperfection for your whole life. You have adjusted your body into the form of imperfection that is equally imperfect. Negative is positive in order to match the sword!
"If you recast it and 'correct' the imbalance between the right and the left, it will be exactly the opposite of what you want. Instead, a 'flaw' will appear in the flawless relationship between you and it!"
"That is why you are unwilling to repair and reforge the sword despite knowing that it has a lot of internal injuries, isn't it?"
The situation had been completely reversed!
Just now, it was Yan Liren who had been suppressing Li Yao and guiding the rhythm of their conversation. However hard Li Yao struggled, he was like a fish swimming in a pot!
However, right now, when they were talking about the flaws of the sword, the two of them had completely reversed the situation. Li Yao's counterattack had made Yan Liren completely fall into his control!
Of course, for the Cultivators around who did not know the truth, their conversation was almost like a story. The guy had not even drawn the sword but merely sensed the 'will of the sword' with his neck, and he had already sensed so many things?
Who would believe that?
Also, wasn't this Master Spiritual Vulture a barbarian Cultivator? Weren't the barbarian Cultivators best at playing with snakes, ghosts, and venomous fog? Where did he learn so many arts about flying swords?
Yan Liren, however, did not deny it. He stepped forward and said excitedly, "Yes. So what?"
"So what?"
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