"The genius of the Northern Capital Sword Dao, Gong Yuandu, can become the sword of the Son of Heaven …"
Lu Zhou stroked his beard and said, "Emperor Yong Shou, Liu Ge, can be the emperor's sword …"
The expressions of the Old Age Pavilion's members changed slightly when they heard that.
They had seen Gong Yuandu's Sword Dao with their own eyes. He was indeed a stunning and decisive figure. In terms of Sword Dao, he was indeed a top-notch expert.
However, if they were to fight Yu Shangrong, they did not think Gong Yuandu would be able to defeat him.
Why did the pavilion master put Gong Yuandu in the third class?
The Yong Shou Emperor, Liu Ge, supported the world with his sword. He could indeed be called the Sword of the Emperor.
But …
Both of them were people who had already passed away.
It was too harsh to compare the dead to the people of the present.
In ancient times, there were countless outstanding people. How could the people of today dare to claim to surpass them?
Before Yu Shangrong could ask any questions …
Hua Wudao could not help but ask with his fists cupped, "Pavilion Master, if that's the case, can the current Emperor Yong Qing also be called the Emperor's Sword?"
Lu Zhou stroked his beard and shook his head.
"Not really."
"Pavilion Master, please explain." Hua Wudao bowed.
"Yong Shou founded a hundred nations and established Great Yan. Yong Qing is just a successor, it cannot be called the Emperor's Sword. "
"I've learned a lot."
Hua Wudao retreated.
Leng Luo chimed in, "It's true that Gong Yuandu came from the northern capital, but he's only a rogue cultivator. He didn't establish the Hundred Nations or establish the world. He hid in a coffin for a hundred years before his death, so why is he called the Emperor's Sword? "
This question was exactly what everyone was thinking.
His eyes were trained on Lu Zhou.
Lu Zhou stroked his beard and replied in a carefree manner, "I fight against the heavens and the earth, and I'm not afraid of death."
He changed the topic, his gaze indifferently sweeping across the crowd.
Up until now, why hadn't anyone reached the Nine-leaf stage?
If he succeeded, he would naturally open up a new world and call it the Emperor's Sword.
However, Gong Yuandu wasn't the only one who had fallen on this path.
In the past ten thousand years, how many great cultivators had fallen on the way?
Pan Litian asked, "There are many who fight against the heavens and the earth. Are they all the Swords of the Emperor?"
Lu Zhou stroked his beard and nodded.
Everyone was stunned for a moment before realization dawned on them.
Upon hearing these words, Yu Shangrong lowered his head.
The Sword Dao that he was so proud of was not even third grade in his master's eyes.
He could not refute that.
Master was right. At the end of the day, his sword was nothing more than fighting with the Sword Dao. He was just a martial artist.
…
Lu Zhou glanced at Yu Shangrong.
'Youngsters are youngsters after all. If I can't catch you, then this old man has lived for a thousand years in vain.'
He continued, "It doesn't matter if it's the Daoist Sect or the Confucian Sect. After all, it's not the highest realm. "
The others looked at Lu Zhou in confusion.
In the Pavilion Master's eyes, the three grades were not the highest.
"Not having a sword is better than having a sword. Anything in the world can be a sword. Water conserves all living things and does not compete, dealing with the evils of others, therefore it is similar to the Dao. "
Lu Zhou stared at Yu Shangrong intently.
At this moment.
Lu Zhou lifted his right hand.
An energy sword appeared between his index and middle fingers.
Suddenly, the energy sword split into two, two into four, four into eight …
The tree in front of the Cave of Reflection trembled, and its leaves flew over.
Xiu, xiu xiu!
The leaves stuck to the ground.
This was not the end.
They suddenly felt that the wind that blew the leaves was like a knife, slashing across their faces.
Fortunately, they were cultivators and had undergone Body Tempering. They were able to resist this weak force.
Even so, the pavilion master's demonstration made them understand what it meant to have no sword was better than having a sword.
They understood the principle.
But how many people were able to do this?
Not only did he have to control his Primal Qi, but he also had to gather the Primal Qi to sweep up the leaves and cause the air to flow.
It was almost impossible to achieve this with more than 100 years of tempering.
Yu Shangrong had always relied on the Longevity Sword … Why would he have the time to practice this?
Hence, he was convinced.
The height of one's thoughts determined the height of one's sword.
The level of one's sword path was determined by one's understanding of the sword.
Lu Zhou's lesson was a complete suppression of Yu Shangrong.
'Your master is your master, after all.'
Lu Zhou stared at Yu Shangrong intently. "Are you convinced?"
"I'm enlightened."
Yu Shangrong felt a myriad of emotions in his heart.
He did not know what he was thinking. When he first joined the pavilion, his master had never patiently taught him the sword path.
Who else could tell him these things … other than his master?
"Ding! Disciplined Yu Shangrong. Reward: 500 merit points."
"Ding! Instructed Duanmu Sheng. Reward: 200 merit points."
Lu Zhou noticed the system's choice of words was different. One was to discipline him, and the other was to instruct him.
Indeed, Yu Shangrong no longer needed guidance in his sword path cultivation. What he needed was discipline.
Lu Zhou suddenly recalled the missing memories.
He recalled Yu Shangrong's words, "You want to kill me again?"
He guessed that Yu Shangrong did not want to repeat the same mistake and was unwilling to talk about it.
He could not force it.
He fell silent for a moment.
Lu Zhou said, "Reflect on your actions in the Cave of Reflection."
After saying this …
Lu Zhou turned around with his hands on his back and walked toward the Evil Sky Pavilion.
"Elder Leng, Elder Hua, Elder Pan …"
Leng Luo, Pan Litian, and Hua Wudao cupped their fists and followed him.
The four members of the Old Age Pavilion left.
The oppressive atmosphere in the Cave of Reflection eased up immediately.
The others sighed in relief.
Yu Shangrong looked at his master's retreating back. His palms were drenched in cold sweat.
Zhu Honggong lowered his head. He was about to turn around and leave.
Yu Shangrong said indifferently, "Old Eighth."
"Huh?" Zhu Honggong stopped in his tracks. He shuddered.
"Come here."
"Second Senior Brother … I … I … I'm in the southern pavilion."
Yu Shangrong was in no hurry to enter the Cave of Reflection. Instead, he walked up to Zhu Honggong and said, "There's no need to be nervous."
He was as gentle as ever, and his tone was humble.
Yu Shangrong suddenly remembered the scene in Radiant Cloud Forest. His master stood on Whitzard and unleashed Enter Three Souls.
He asked, "Tell me honestly, is master at the Nine-leaf stage?"
"Huh?"
'Nine-leaf?'
Zhu Honggong was stunned.
Yu Shangrong did not ask this without reason.
He believed that his understanding and mastery of the sword path were unique. Although he knew he was no match for his master, he should not have lost so much.
There was only one possibility for this to happen; his master was at the Nine-leaf stage.
"No way … Second Senior Brother, there's no such thing as the Nine-leaf stage … I don't know. Don't look at me like that. I really don't know …" Zhu Honggong hastily waved his hands.
Yu Shangrong thought to himself.
Fighting against the heavens and earth was the son of heaven's sword. If one's life was forfeit, how could one be considered the third rank?
He remembered Si Wuya's words. Perhaps, his master had found a way to overcome the great limit. That was why he said that.
…
Inside the great hall of the Evil Sky Pavilion.
Only Lu Zhou, Leng Luo, Pan Litian, and Hua Wudao were present.
Lu Zhou walked into the great hall and sat down slowly. He said, "Sit."
The three of them took their seats.
"Elders, you're all experienced and knowledgeable people … Do you know about the melilot?"
Leng Luo said, "I've heard of it.
It's said that melilot grows on Brackish Mountain. There's no vegetation there, and there's snow all year round. "
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