The Sword Collection palace, Water Cut peak.
Yin Xiaochou held the Breaking Water Sword tightly with both hands, his forehead pressed against the sword hilt as he knelt in the dark cave.
He had maintained this posture for a very, very long time. Anger, humiliation, hatred, and bewilderment were like a tide of darkness, surging into his heart.
"I'm a prodigy of the sword, the successor of a renowned sword, the star of hope of the Sword Collection palace. I'll become a great sword cultivator one day, and I might even become the palace master of the Sword Collection palace. But why? Why did I lose?"
Furthermore, he had lost so miserably, losing face in front of so many of his fellow disciples.
"Palace Master clearly knows that person has already undergone three heavenly tribulations. Why didn't you tell me? Why did you want me to go and suffer such humiliation?"
He seemed to be asking himself, but also seemed to be asking the Broken Water Sword. Since a long, long time ago, the two had become one, with the heart as the sword, and the sword as the heart.
"Because you're too weak!" A voice suddenly rang out. The Broken Water Sword trembled slightly. He couldn't tell if it was the voice of the sword or the voice of his heart. He muttered to himself, "Am I too weak?"
He shook his head violently. "No, I've already undergone the second heavenly tribulation and become the master of a peak in the Sword Collection palace. How can I be considered weak?"
"Weaker than Li Qingshan!" the voice said.
Yin Xiaochou felt as if he had been struck by lightning. This name was like a nightmare, looking down at him from high above, mocking his weakness. He could not even muster the confidence to fight a decisive battle.
"What is Sword Principle?"
"Slay demons and uphold justice?"
"You're wrong. The sword is a weapon of slaughter. It's neither good nor evil, and there's no such thing as chivalry. The sword is cold, it is slaughter, it is to look down on the world, it is invincible! "
Yin Xiaochou was at a loss for words.
"You need to be stronger! You can become even stronger! Stronger than Li Qingshan! "The voice roared, and the trembling of the Breaking Water Sword became louder and louder, turning into a strange tone.
"I want to be stronger, I can still be stronger! Stronger than Li Qingshan! "Yin Xiaochou's eyes lit up, cold and fierce.
"Kill Li Qingshan!" Yin Xiaochou said, hearing his voice merge with the voice. It reverberated in the dark cave abode.
Just Now, if someone was here. You would hear Yin Xiaochou talking to himself in two different tones.
…
A paper boat floated along with the wind. Fu Qingjin was lying quietly in the boat, staring at the blue sky in a daze.
Yu Zijian sat at the front of the boat with her back to Fu Qingjin. His hand cupped his cheek. Without turning his head, he said, "Senior Martial Brother. What are you thinking? "
"When I was young, I grew up in the Sword Collection palace. All my seniors and juniors were like family to me. Although the Palace Master was serious in speech and manner, he was always exceptionally tolerant towards me, just like a loving father. Concubine Ming, on the other hand, is much more powerful. I've been afraid of her since I was young. She's like a strict mother, Senior Brother Xuan Ri … "
Fu Qingjin's voice was low and fleeting, almost dispersing in the air.
"Senior Brother Xuan Ri is a gentle and kind elder brother! Although I didn't grow up in the Sword Collection palace, I can understand how you feel, senior brother. When I was in the Proud Sword manor, we were like brothers and sisters, "Yu Zijian said with some reminiscence.
"You don't understand …"
"Is that so? Ah! Senior brother, why are you crying? Is it because your wounds are hurting, or are you worried that your cultivation won't recover? Didn't first senior brother say that? Your cultivation will definitely recover! "
Yu Zijian turned around and saw that Fu Qingjin was already covered in tears. She wiped his tears away in a flurry. She had never seen him so frail before.
"You don't understand …"
Fu Qingjin shook his head gently. Compared to his wounds and destroyed cultivation, there was an even deeper pain and despair that truly tore at his heart, chewing away all of his beautiful memories. He looked back at the broken sword beside him. He just felt like there were still some things that would not be reduced to ruins.
"It's fine. I just feel a little uncomfortable. Where are we? How far are we from the Sword Collection palace? " Fu Qingjin asked. He had been in a daze the entire way. He had not even calculated his location or the distance they had flown.
"We've only just arrived in the White Soil prefecture. We're almost a thousand kilometers away from the Sword Collection palace. The boat is stable, but it's far too slow. Senior brother, where do we stop?"
Yu Zijian was very confused. Fu Qingjin originally said he wanted to comprehend the Green Ruins sword intent, but he had never stopped along the way.
"Then let's stop for a while!" Fu Qingjin said.
"But it's just wasteland below. There's no ruins at all!" Yu Zijian said.
"It's right under that tree." Fu Qingjin sat up and pointed at a withered tree in the wasteland.
"Alright then!"
The boat drifted down. Fu Qingjin stood up with his sword. Yu Zijian wanted to support him, but he pushed her away.
"Dig a hole. Make it deeper!" Fu Qingjin pointed at the bottom of the withered tree.
"Yeah!" Yu Zijian drew the Violet Clouds sword. With a gentle twirl of violet light, she dug out a deep hole. There were countless severed roots in there, all of which had withered away.
"The soil of the White Soil prefecture isn't white! Give me the sword. "
Fu Qingjin extended his hand, and Yu Zijian passed the Violet Clouds sword to him.
Fu Qingjin looked at the Green Ruins and Violet Clouds swords in his hand. He had once believed that this was their fated bond, but as it turned out, it was also an illusion. As a result, he tossed the Green Ruins sword and the Violet Clouds sword into the deep hole.
"Senior brother?" Yu Zijian widened her eyes. She was confused.
"Sever your connection with the Violet Clouds sword and add the soil!" Fu Qingjin closed his eyes.
"Argh!" Yu Zijian basically doubted whether Fu Qingjin had lost his mind. To sword cultivators, they basically lived as long as the sword was present, and they would die if the sword was forgotten, let alone when they were two renowned swords.
"Don't ask too much. I'll tell you the reason in the future."
Fu Qingjin's voice was extremely weak, but it was filled with determination.
If it were not for the fact that the Green Ruins sword had been cut in half, destroying the will of the legacy, if it were not for the heavy injuries from the Myriad Ghost banner, destroying the sword's intelligence, he might never have discovered this secret.
"A- alright then!" Yu Zijian decided to go along with Fu Qingjin first before secretly remembering this place. She could come back and dig it out in the future.
… …
Hwa Seung-zan knelt on one knee with his right hand. His long hair draped over his shoulders as he shook his head slowly. "I don't know."
"Then do you know that you're actually harming him?" The palace master's voice was cold and dignified.
"I don't know." Hwa Seung-zan shook his head again.
"I've treated you as a smart person and nurtured you so much, but I never thought you'd do something so foolish in the end."
"Palace master, you overestimate me. If I were really smart, why would I come to the Sword Collection palace?" Hwa Seung-zan smiled bitterly.
Ji Xuanri crouched down beside Hwa Seung-zan and lifted Hwa Seung-zan's chin. He continued to smile warmly, but his eyes were filled with pity. "Junior brother Hua, with your talent and ability to comprehend, you should have been able to stand alongside us in just a few years, but I never thought you'd destroy your own future."
"By then, would I still be me?" Hwa Seung-zan countered with a question. (To be continued …)
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