"Nephew, aren't you afraid that you don't have enough evidence?" Liu Chengyi asked.
"If I'm certain, why would I need evidence?" Chen Zong's answer was intermittent and direct, like a sharp sword that had been unsheathed, and it was clear what was right and wrong, causing Liu Chengyi to be stunned. His entire body trembled unconsciously, and he felt an indescribable feeling of terror that felt like cold lightning was flowing through his entire body.
Liu Chengyi vaguely felt that his words contained some kind of swordsmanship principle, but he couldn't see through it clearly.
"That … nephew, if Zhao Qixing didn't say anything, would you really have cut him into a human stick?" Liu Chengyi asked again, subconsciously being careful.
Killing someone was nothing, but cutting him into a human stick and torturing him day and night was too cruel.
"Uncle Liu, what do you think?" Chen Zong asked with a smile. He left with Chen Qingyao and the urn containing Chen Zhenghong's ashes.
From then on, Chen Zong was the master of the Seven Swords Towers.
"Brother, if Zhao Qixing didn't say anything, would you really have done that?" Chen Qingyao couldn't help but ask. Killing and being killed were normal for cultivators, just like eating and drinking. But for people who couldn't cultivate, it was more or less cruel.
Cutting someone into a human stick and torturing him day and night was even more cruel. Chen Qingyao didn't want her family to become that kind of person.
"Of course not, I was just scaring him. Who knew that he would be so cowardly?" Chen Zong said with a smile. What he said was the truth.
"I knew you wouldn't." Hearing Chen Zong's answer with her own ears, Chen Qingyao subconsciously let out a sigh of relief.
"Sister, in the future, I still need you to help me deal with the affairs of the Sword Tower." Chen Zong changed the topic.
Chen Zhenghong was dead, and the living couldn't be immersed in sorrow. Diverting attention was also an effective method.
…
The one who killed Chen Zhenghong was Tiegang Sect's second elder, Iron Mountain Sword, Shang Zhonglei. The instigator was Family Mo's third elder, Mo Zhihong. Both of them must die.
However, Family Mo was a powerful two-star organization on par with the Seven Swords Towers, while Tiegang Sect was an even more powerful three-star organization with many experts. Killing them would mean facing the wrath of these two organizations.
Only by being strong enough could one be fearless of revenge.
His cultivation was at the Transcendent Realm, which wasn't low. He also had his Spiritual Sense and powerful Soul, which gave him an advantage over the Foundation Establishment Realm. The only thing he lacked was his cultivation.
His cultivation had reached the fifth level of the earth spirit realm in his past life, and he'd also practiced the art of body refinement. He'd also had the formless sword energy from the first three transformations of the mind, so his strength had been exceedingly strong. He didn't possess such strength in this life, but Chen Zong felt that his cultivation in this life had more potential.
He'd also tried the first three transformations of the mind, but it felt different from his past life. Plus, the difference in strength between the three was too great, so the results weren't obvious.
"For now, I should focus on improving my cultivation. I wonder if there's any body refinement in this world?" In his room, Chen Zong muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear.
With a clear mind and sharp thoughts, Chen Zong made plans and goals for his future cultivation.
"I've reached the realm, but I'm lacking enough strength to improve my cultivation. Tomorrow, I'll go buy some pills for cultivation and improve my cultivation as soon as possible."
"As for now, it's time to accept the true inheritance of the Heart Sword Seal."
The Heart Sword Path wasn't the true inheritance of the Heart Sword Seal. It was only the tip of the iceberg, and Chen Zong only knew about it now.
Late at night, Chen Zong still couldn't sleep. He sat cross-legged on his bed, and his breathing became long. His consciousness sank into his Knowledge Sea, and touched the light left behind by the Heart Sword Seal.
The light was touched. It trembled, and divine light shone brightly.
In a trance, Chen Zong came to a boundless void. The void was filled with stars, and it was like the boundless universe.
A figure walked over from the boundless void as if he was taking a stroll. With every step, he left countless stars behind him. He was tall and had broad shoulders, and a long sword hung at his waist. He was bathed in endless starlight, and he looked ahead, towards the end of the universe.
This figure was mysterious, deep, vicissitudes, and ancient … All the mysteries flashed and disappeared from his body.
Immediately, his eyes moved horizontally and landed on Chen Zong. What a pair of eyes! It was indescribable. They could see through the void, see through time, and see through all the secrets in the depths of Chen Zong's soul.
Vaguely, Chen Zong seemed to see the other party smiling at him.
"I've long abandoned my name. I call myself the Heart Sword Immortal. When I reached the top, some people called me the Heart Sword Sage …"
Chen Zong realized that he couldn't open his mouth to speak. He could only listen. He heard every word clearly, as if they were branded into his soul.
"I cultivate the sword because of my heart. I can kill Foundation Establishment Cultivators, Transcendents, and Saints. I can kill Supreme Saints with one sword. I'm called the Saint. I'm at the top of the Holy World, and I'm invincible with my sword. But that's not what I'm after."
Chen Zong heard the loneliness in his voice. It was a loneliness that came from the bottom of his heart. It seemed that reaching the top of the Holy World wasn't an honor.
"I cultivate the sword because I want to transcend. I want to transcend the earth and the sky … I heard that above the Saint Path is God. I cultivate the sword because I want to connect with God … My sword can connect with God …"
Saint Path!
God!
Chen Zong couldn't understand. He only felt that it was unfathomable, and he didn't know how far it was beyond his knowledge. In short, it sounded very powerful and infinitely high.
The figure pulled out his sword and stabbed out. It came from his heart. The sword style was free and unrestrained. The sword momentum was harmonious, as if it was synchronized with the void of the universe.
From pulling out the sword to attacking, the movement was simple and direct. The trajectory was clear. There was no sword light. But in the distance, a star suddenly split into two.
With another point of the sword, a star in the distance exploded, turning into the most brilliant fireworks.
The third sword split the endless dark void.
The fourth sword was aimed at Chen Zong. He couldn't dodge it.
His soul was penetrated. It was as if infinite power had exploded. The ancient aura lingered and purified in it …
"My heart and my sword are passed on to you. From now on, they belong to you. I hope you can use your heart and your sword to step on the Saint Path and enter the Divine Path … My ten thousand years of hard work will not be in vain …"
In an instant, countless messages burst out in his soul.
"… Empty self-awareness, the essence is hidden in heaven …"
"… God is clear, mysterious, without thoughts, without thoughts, without existence, without self …"
"… The void of the universe, the mystery of the truth, boundless, endless, endless … Therefore, there is a sword. This sword rises from the heart, and ends at the will …"
"… The extreme of the universe, the sword is vertical … The extreme of the universe, the sword is horizontal … The extreme of the sword is the extreme of the universe …"
"… Wherever the heart goes, the sword goes. Where the sword goes, the heart goes …"
"… I have a sword. It rises from the heart, and ends at the enemy … I merge the mystery of heaven and earth with the mystery of the universe … Grass, trees, rivers, mountains, earth, sky, stars, bright moon, blazing sun … They are all in my heart, in my sword …"
"… This heart, this sword … can enter the Divine Path …"
The whole thing was profound. Chen Zong felt that it was incomparably mysterious. Even though his soul was strong and his comprehension was superb, he still couldn't understand it.
Every sentence and word was mysterious and contained supreme mystery. Chen Zong needed to comprehend it wholeheartedly.
Unknowingly, the sky turned bright. Chen Zong woke up from his meditation. He felt that after a night of meditation, he didn't feel tired at all. Instead, he was full of energy.
"Heart Sword Sutra!" Chen Zong murmured, but his eyes shone with incomparable sharpness.
This was the true inheritance contained in the Heart Sword Seal.
After a night of meditation, Chen Zong still couldn't fully comprehend the Heart Sword Sutra. It was too difficult and profound. However, this was reasonable. After all, it was the work of the Heart Sword Saint, who was at the peak of the Lingwu Holy World.
However, after a night of meditation, Chen Zong still managed to comprehend some things. He vaguely understood that the Heartsword Sutra was not a cultivation method, nor was it a martial skill, nor was it a secret technique. It was just a type of comprehension, a type of path.
There was an ancient saying that it was better to teach a man how to fish than to give him a fish.
He got up, opened the door, and walked to the training field outside. The east was gradually turning white, but the surroundings were slightly dim. This was the dusk before dawn, and only the east was waiting for the sun to rise.
With a move of his right hand, the Great White Sword was unsheathed without any pretense. He thrust the sword forward with ease, as if it was part of nature. White mist curled up around it, condensing into a mass of cloud and mist that spun at high speed like a millstone. It emitted an extremely ear-piercing sound, its momentum astonishing.
Under the millstone of clouds and mist, a gust of wind blew out, surging in all directions. Dust and smoke billowed, as if this sword could grind and crush everything.
Then, the [Cloud Millstone] shot out along with the sword, directly hitting the iron pillar that was a few meters away. The iron pillar was directly hit, and the terrifying sword Qi crazily twisted it. Iron shavings flew everywhere, and the iron pillar was directly broken. The broken part was covered with countless tiny sword marks, which was a shocking sight.
"I've grasped the martial intent of the Leap of the Ape and Leap of the Leopard, which makes my body more agile and swift. My movement technique has greatly improved. I've also comprehended the martial intent of the Cloud Sword Art, and its power has doubled from the perfection level." Chen Zong secretly said.
The cultivation of martial arts was divided into Entry, Small Success, Large Success, Trance, and Perfection.
Entry was the lowest, and Perfection was the highest. For the vast majority of cultivators, cultivating a martial art to Perfection was already the limit. Martial intent was not something that could be achieved through hard work. Without enough perception or luck, one could only sigh.
For example, Zhao Zhongxing was nearly 40 years old. He had cultivated the Red Refined Palm for nearly 10 years, and had only reached Large Success.
The higher the level of martial arts cultivation, the more thoroughly the martial arts could display its power, and the more brilliant the development and application of one's own strength would be. However, from Entry to Small Success, Small Success to Large Success, Large Success to Trance, and Trance to Perfection, the increase in power was only a few percent. But with the comprehension of martial intent, the power of any move would be doubled.
Martial intent represented a kind of enlightenment, a kind of realm, and an invisible willpower. It represented the complete mastery of a martial art, and all the mysteries were understood in the heart. It could stimulate the potential of a martial art to the extreme, and use one's own strength to surpass the limit, greatly increasing one's power.
In layman's terms, martial intent was like a strengthening state of martial arts.
After comprehending martial intent, the power of every move would be doubled.
However, each martial intent only corresponded to one martial art, and had no effect on other martial arts.
Then, Chen Zong began to cultivate the Flying Swan Sword Art.
After comprehending the Flying Swan Sword Art overnight, he had reached Small Success. Now, Chen Zong wanted to promote it to Large Success, Trance, and even Perfection, and then comprehend martial intent.
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