"I, Su Bei, wish that every sincere swordsman in the world can sever the heavens with a single sword."
Dan Wuque held these words close to her heart, muttering them to herself countless times. Then, looking up, she gazed once more towards the deep recesses of the Sword Concealing Pavilion, where Su Bei had vanished, a burst of light shining in her eyes.
"Senior Brother, your junior sister has always misunderstood you!"
"Not just your junior sister... The entire Sword Sect has misunderstood you!"
The whole Twenty-One Provinces are what your heart truly cares for!
"Senior Brother, your junior sister now understands your aspirations. How could such lofty dreams be buried within the Sword Sect?"
So low-key and enduring, this time your junior sister will not let you hide any longer!
Dan Wuque looked deeply into the depths of the Sword Concealing Pavilion and took a slow breath.
What was the reason that a person like Fifth Senior Brother, with such ambitious resolve, has remained unknown until now?
What was the reason that a person of such righteousness as Fifth Senior Brother has had to carry such heavy burdens?
I don't care!
Fifth Senior Brother.
Just as you said.
The affairs of the world are but a matter of a single sword!
If you have any bitterness, any hardships, your junior sister will bear them with you!
The entire Sword Sect will bear them with you!
The Sword Sect will never abandon any gold wrapped in dung.
The Sword Sect will also never overlook any dung covered by gold!
Let all those posers who are actually nothing but air just die...
This time, I must vindicate you during the Sect's recruitment conference and let everyone in the entire Twenty-One Provinces know the truth about you!
Everyone in the Twenty-One Provinces must know, Senior Brother can't possibly be only at the Divinity Transformation Realm!
With Senior Brother's cultivation, I'm afraid even those in the Refining Void and Dao Integration Realms could be repelled by a single sword...
The rest of the Sword Sect disciples were also tearfully looking at their swords, the staggering words of Su Bei echoing constantly in their ears.
"Everyone can sever the heavens with a single sword!"
"AH! Fifth Elder, I love you!"
"From today onward, if anyone dares to gossip behind Fifth Elder's back about his poor cultivation realm, I, Wang Da Dao, will be the first to disagree!"
"I always thought I harbored great aspirations, but compared to Fifth Elder, I'm merely a grain of millet in the ocean. I even arrogantly claimed that I could surpass Fifth Elder's realm in two hundred years, or crush him in three hundred years! I'm just a fart!"
The disciple in blue robes, with his back to the sky, seemed to have his sword crying out, sighing deeply, "Fifth Elder is the sky!"
"Fifth Elder is eternally divine!"
The young female disciple with the notebook calmed her overwhelming excitement, turned a page in her notebook, and recorded everything Su Bei had said.
"[The affairs of the world are but a matter of a single sword!]"
"[One should use the sword to smooth out the injustices of the world, to stand with honor among those who are dishonorable!]"
"[I, Su Bei, wish that every sincere swordsman in the world can sever the heavens with a single sword!]"
"[With one command for a sword, swords from all over the world will come!]"
After thinking for a bit, she added one more line at the end.
"[Fifth Elder's realm is suspected to be Half-Step into Dao Integration; no one in the whole world is worthy to discuss the Sword Dao in front of Fifth Elder!]"
Then, taking a long breath, she looked at her notebook with satisfaction and whispered to herself, "Hmm, I'll make copies of this tomorrow."
Su Bei slowly walked into the Sword Concealing Pavilion, beginning his perusal from the first floor. He looked at the ground covered with books of various colors and the yellow-grade cultivation techniques fluttering everywhere.
With a great sweep of his hand, countless books flew towards him.
"Three Years to Be Human, Five Years to Cultivate as an Immortal"
"I'm Sorry for Failing to Produce a Human"
"100 Ways to Make a Rich Woman Fall In Love with Me"
"Traveling to a Different World, I Married Eighteen Thousand Wives"
"My Rating Is, Not as Good as the Sailor Suit Next Door"
"How to Make the Cold and Aloof Junior Sister Fall in Love with Me"
As he beheld the absurdly named books, Su Bei opened his eyes wide with a peculiar expression on his face.
Why was there always such a strange sense of discomfort?
Take, for instance, "Immortal Pig's Postnatal Care"—no matter how you looked at it, it was brimming with malice!
Could one really find useful cultivation techniques in books like these?
Just at that moment, a particularly plain-looking book caught his eye, its crooked characters ugly and ill-formed.
"The Protagonist Must Cultivate This Technique!"
Su Bei gasped. How terrifying this was!
Who would have thought that such ordinary, or rather so ordinary they were extraordinary, techniques could really exist!
This… This was a cultivation technique custom-made for my own disciples!
Suppressing the shock in his heart, Su Bei shakily turned to the first page.
Rows of tiny letters appeared before his eyes, moving from right to left.
"[The Protagonist Must Cultivate This Technique]"
"I am the protagonist!"
"This technique is left for those with great destinies of this world, authored by the Child of Destiny!"
"All things under heaven carry a destiny!"
"If your destiny is poor, then abandon this book!"
"It's not suited for you! Perhaps the book next to this one, which seems extraordinary, is more fitting for you!"
"Are you ready?"
This was the entire introduction to "The Protagonist Must Cultivate This Technique"!
Su Bei felt his heart quivering as he read the opening words, each line and word emanating an utmost sense of style.
If your destiny is poor, just give up on this book!
My goodness, these words were just too… too sensible!
One word! Brilliant!
With hopeful anticipation, Su Bei slowly flipped the page.
"You were able to turn to this page because you are absolutely confident in your destiny!"
"The content that follows is for your eyes only!"
"Are you certain there is no one around you?"
Su Bei took a deep breath and looked around stealthily. Satisfied that no one seemed to be paying him any attention, he nodded.
Just as Su Bei was about to continue flipping through the pages, he suddenly felt an intense gaze fixed upon him without warning. He quickly closed the cultivation technique in his hands and looked in the direction of that feeling.
The first floor of the Sword Concealing Pavilion was as quiet as ever, everything as usual. There was only a white-haired woman, seated gracefully, her cool eyes lightly perusing the book in front of her. Clothed in a purple dress, her graceful figure was on full display, with her ivory legs crossed over one another. Her expression was detached, betraying no hint of emotion, and even without makeup, her exquisite face was dazzling. She bore a resemblance to Dan Wuque but was distinctive in her elegance and iciness. Like a snow lotus blooming on an iceberg.
Ninth Elder! Dan Wulan!
Seeing this woman, Su Bei furrowed his brows, puzzled.
Whose gaze was it that I felt? As a cultivator, his instincts were exceptionally sharp. It was nearly impossible for him to mistake such a hidden gaze.
—However, just thinking about this woman made Su Bei shiver involuntarily.
It simply couldn't be her gaze!
I have never seen this woman take an interest in anything, her face forever cold!
Right! She was the very epitome of a self-contained, silent, high-cold beauty!
She was the polar opposite of her sister, Dan Wuque!
If it were her, it would be more outrageous than my own disciple yearning to ride roughshod over his mentor.
So who could it be?
It was definitely from this direction, wasn't it?