Chapter 706 – The Breaking of Wang Po (I) (2/2)

When Wang Po and Chen Changsheng were coming, they had stopped by the banks of the Luo River to chat.

The banks of the Luo River had winter willows and dikes, while the surface of the river had ice and stories.

In their first meeting at Xunyang City, they did not speak very much. This time, in their reunion within the capital, they knew that they would soon part, perhaps forever, so they chatted about many things.

They chatted about Wang Zhice's deeds in the past, about the present state of the Bridge of Helplessness, and also about each other's pasts.

When he saw the metal blade at Wang Po's waist, Chen Changsheng recalled that mausoleum within the Garden of Zhou as well as that mausoleum's owner. He also thought of the blade style inscribed upon the black coffin and came up with an idea.

He could not orally pass down this blade style, only describe to Wang Po the things he had comprehended from it.

Wang Po did not thank him, nor did he refuse. It was evident, however, that he was not very interested.

Even though he knew that it was the strongest blade style ever developed.

He had his own path of the blade, and his path traveled in a completely different direction from Zhou Dufu's blade.

Chen Changsheng then said that he had learned the sword from Su Li in the wilderness.

Many cultivators of the world were very interested in this matter, or perhaps jealous.

Wang Po was not jealous, as he did not like Su Li. However, it was still Su Li's sword, so he was somewhat interested.

His interest was especially piqued when Chen Changsheng mentioned that the third sword he had learned from Su Li was actually one that not even Su Li had been able to learn.

He said to Chen Changsheng that he wanted to learn this sword.

Chen Changsheng agreed.

Standing under the willows on the banks of the Luo River, they spoke a few sentences.

Then, Wang Po learned this sword.

In this world, he was the third person to learn this sword.

And he had only needed the time spanning a few sentences to learn it.

If Su Li were to learn of this matter, what would he feel?

This sword was called the Stupid Sword.

Learning this sword required thorough tempering, required constant and monotonous repetition.

This sword did not require talent, but an almost idiotic persistence.

So Su Li was not able to learn this sword, as he was too smart.

Logically speaking, no matter how astonishing Wang Po's talent was, it should have been impossible for him to learn it in such a short amount of time.

Interestingly, the method through which Wang Po practiced his blade was similar to the way in which Chen Changsheng practiced his sword, just practice.

In these past decades, he had already waved his blade far too many times.

Now, he just needed to treat the sword as a blade to be able to use this sword, this blade.

Thus, Tie Shu's two terrifying hands were unable to break through the blade sheath.

”You lost because you were wrong.”

Wang Po looked at Tie Shu and said, ”You should not have tried to stop me from unsheathing the blade.”

After a moment of silence, Tie Shu asked, ”Why?”

Wang Po explained, ”Only when a blade is still sheathed can it go through thousands of changes, can it possess limitless possibilities. Although the blade is not at its strongest at that time, it is also at its most unbreakable.”

Tie Shu asked, ”Then I have to foolishly wait for you to pull out your blade?”

Wang Po replied, ”The more you don't dare to see the true appearance of this blade, the more often the true appearance will be worse than what you desired.”

Tie Shu's expression was apathetic, but his hands clenched behind him. Cold light and sharpness began to flow from between his fingers, silently slicing apart the wind and snow.

This sight was a symbol of his current mood. Wang Po had spoken correctly about his intentions, so did that mean that he had predicted the correct conclusion?

Tie Shu fixed his eyes upon Wang Po's blade as he taunted, ”Then you can show its true appearance to me—if you can still do it, that is.”

Wang Po's blade was the truth.

From the moment he left Scholartree Manor, the entire world had raised its head in anticipation.

But now this blade had been bent, so how could he pull it from its sheath?

As the words fell, Tie Shu had already reached Wang Po, his two hands tearing through the air.

A fierce gale rose over the Luo River, snow blurring and obscuring all. Amongst the gale, ten fingers could barely be seen, shaking the snow and tearing through the sky as they rose. They were the spreading branches of an enormous tree, a massive flower beginning to bloom.

Countless extremely tough and metallic strands of Qi descended upon Wang Po as the branches spread, as the petals bloomed.

The iron tree bloomed.

This was a Daoist technique of the Divine Domain, a power from above the starry sky.

The blade could defend all it wished, but it would still be unable to obscure all of the starry sky.

If Wang Po still did not unsheathe his blade, he would die without question.

So Wang Po finally unsheathed his blade.

While the blade was still in the sheath, its intent was already rising.

An incredibly swift and forceful, yet also very plain and simple, blade Dao soared to the heavens.

The snowstorm instantly intensified and countless cracks appeared on the iced-over surface of the Luo River.

When he sensed this blade intent, Tie Shu's expression instantly became apprehensive and a killing intent exploded from his eyes.

Only he could see that Wang Po was actually trying to use this blade to break through!