Chapter 371 – Intellectual Sword (Part Two) (1/2)

Chapter 371 - Intellectual Sword (Part Two)

Translated by: Pipipingu

Edited by: Nora

Chen Changsheng had originally wanted to ask just what the heck did the essence of the path of the sword have to do with how great Wang Po and Xue He’s blade techniques were? However, after seeing Su Li’s angry appearance, how could he dare say that, so he replied sincerely, “Yes.”

“Then let me continue. The spirit of the path of the sword is about ‘one (一)’.”

This time, while saying the word ‘one’, Su Li stressed it, so as a result, it sounded very much like ‘one hundred million (亿)’.

TL: One (一) and one hundred million (亿) sound similar in Chinese, with just a difference in stress of tone.

Chen Changsheng asked seriously, “You are saying… cultivating the path of the sword requires one to be single-minded?”

Su Li thought about it and said, “Yes and no.”

Chen Changsheng thought about it and said, “Then… is it yes or no?”

Su Li stared into his eyes and said, “Anyway, it’s all about the word ‘one’.”

Chen Changsheng lowered his head again and said, “Yes.”

“I’ve already said that the sword is a lethal weapon, and those who are not Saints should not use it. This actually also means that the sword is also a sacred weapon.”

Su Li quietly looked at the Heaven Shrouding Sword in his hand. His right hand grasped the hilt, and the index and middle finger of his right hand pinched the sword, slowly sliding past. He said, “Horizontally, the sword is a mountain range in the flat plains, the metal chains at the bottom of a great river, and vertically, it is a feathered arrow that flies in the sky, a drop of rain from the sky. To point down means that it wants to open the ground to see the abyss of the Yellow Springs, and to point up is to… burn the heavens.”

“The reason why it is like this is because of its shape, because of its intent.”

“The shape of the sword is one (一), and the intent also needs to be one (一).”

“Only with the shape and intent fusing can the spirit also become one.”

“No matter how many sword styles you know, it is still not as great as training one sword style to the limit.”

“Even if you have tens of thousands of swords, you can only choose one sword from within.”

Su Li said while looking at Chen Changsheng, a deep meaning hidden within his words.

Chen Changsheng seemed to be in deep thought, and he really was in thought—the points that Su Li had raised on the path of the sword was not new. There were many similar records in the Daoist Canon, but it just did not match with what he thought.

Su Li said, “Of course, in the very beginning, it is still good to learn a little more, to broaden your insight before choosing the most suitable style. It won’t be so much that it’ll dazzle you. Just like when I was fifteen, I knew so many sword styles that I couldn’t even remember all their names, which was why I had accomplishments later on. Anyway, it’s just some activities like looking at mountains or lakes. It’s rather complicated, understand it to the best of your ability.”

Chen Changsheng did not need to seriously think about it and he understood most of it. It was just that teachings at such a level were a little too great, and they were matters for later. But, what was he going to do now, knowing that the assassin was currently hiding in the night, and not knowing how many more powerful opponent he would meet on their journey to the south. It was even possible that countless experts were hurrying towards them right now.

Su Li looked at him and said, “Speaking about the battle in detail, your situation is a little weird. You clearly have a lot of true essence, but for some reason, your output in battle is instead really terrible.”

Hearing this, Chen Changsheng admired Su Li so much that he could almost prostrate himself on the ground. In the capital and the Garden of Zhou, he had been teased or taken pity on for his true essence for being too thin. Only Su Li could see where his true problem lay.

This was indeed a very troublesome problem. He thought of Luoluo, Nanke and those people with special bloodlines, who used their endless amounts of true essence to carry their fame. He envied them very much. It was just that the problem was involved with the problems of his meridians in his body. He was unable to explain it too thoroughly, and so he could only silently wait for Su Li’s next words.