"Naturally, thought and na are not the sa path."
"Then, when disregarding thoughts and restoring the na, what the ancient swordsman needs to do may not be to contemplate the integration of thought and na, but to attempt to return to its origins."
The only one keeping up with the rhythm on-site seed to be the woman who posed the question. She asked again, "What is ant by returning to its origins?"
Elder Yang smiled and said, "Seeing the mountain as a mountain, seeing the mountain as not a mountain, seeing the mountain still as a mountain."
At that ti, Matchmaker Hong was utterly confused.
After all, she was the only non-ancient swordsman present at the master class, yet the power of the Spirit Crystal was invincible.
After class, she couldn’t persuade Elder Yang to give her a private session, so she engaged the woman who asked deeply insightful questions.
The woman said, "If thought and na are not of the sa path, then the concept of ’above the sword cognition’ may inherently be wrong; it should be said to be ’above the na’. "
Above the na... Matchmaker Hong’s heart trembled, feeling as if she were listening to a heavenly book, and the woman who seed younger than herself chuckled softly and continued:
"Acquired Spiritual Cultivation is for spiritual energy; from Innate to higher void is for the spiritual source; above the demi-saint, one can form Holy Power."
"If you still do not understand, you may compare it to the three states of matter: gas, liquid, and solid."
"Similarly, if the na has three stages, na one is the sword cognition issued in the form of sword energy, then na two might be ’water’."
"This ’water’ is not that ’water’; it’s rely a deeper description of the level of power. Oh, it seems even harder for you to understand now..."
Matchmaker Hong only caught the gist and couldn’t comprehend the principles at all. She took out a Golden Apricot just wanting to pay a friendship fee and bumped it with the woman’s:
"Could you leave your na, sister?"
The woman’s brows and eyes were like ripples with dark shadows, her voice as pleasing as wind chis, and she smiled charmingly and said:
"August."
...
Bang!
The cassia carriage landed heavily from its tilted state, returning to stability, and the horses at the front neighed long and loud, seemingly much startled.
Matchmaker Hong was even more so!
Na·Ten Stages Sword Point retracted.
The "water" that penetrated the Sword of Death God and the white-faced evil ghost did not disappear but lingered in the void.
At a rough glance, the clear and entangled "water" seed to have sword light and divine path patterns within it.
Upon closer inspection, "water" is just water; it is neither a sword cognition nor anything else, just the manifestation of "essence."
But what essence of the ancient swordsman’s power can break through the power of the ancestral source—only "thought," only "na" perhaps!
"The essence of sword cognition... na..."
"Sword cognition, sword energy... liquefying into water..."
At that ti, Elder Yang’s words were without demonstration.
After all, it was armchair theorizing; no matter how well articulated, even the lecturer hadn’t cultivated the most basic sword cognition.
Now before their eyes, if supplented with the words of the past... Matchmaker Hong’s beautiful eyes widened!
She couldn’t rember the principles of na.
All she could recall now in her mind was Elder Yang’s initial words: "There are three in the world who cultivate na, Baz, Xiao, Xu."
Could the person in the carriage be Bazhun’an?
Impossible, the Eighth Sword Deity is slashing ghosts with sword cognition in the Central Yuan world; her journey was precisely to et him, yet she hasn’t!
Then, could he be Xiao Kongtong?
This is the Central Region; Senior Brother Xiao wouldn’t co, and he’s not such a sickly young master, reportedly big-mouthed?
"Could he be Lord Shou?"
At this thought, Matchmaker Hong’s delicate body shivered.
Only now did she vaguely recall.
Lord Shou’s initial appearance in the Central Region seed also under the na "Xu Gusheng," also a sickly young master?
Even if she rembered wrong...
One Person Produces Thousands of Children!
The one in the carriage could be anyone, but he definitely has the probability of being transford by Lord Shou, just to toy with the world!
"Swish."
At this thought, Matchmaker Hong’s eyes instantly turned red, glancing at the top right corner of the Golden Apricot’s screen at the number of viewers: one million eight hundred thousand.
This is impressive.
This is already the highest in her life.
Feng Zhongzui’s Dao imparting, even as the Emperor Zhongzui, was just seventy-eight million people.
But now, if this is truly Lord Shou appearing on her Golden Apricot screen... Matchmaker Hong’s chest heaved, breathing accelerated, she only felt that happiness was overwhelming her.
Seven or eight million?
Parroting, she could reach seven or eight million!
With Lord Shou himself present, as long as she seizes this opportunity, the descendants of Uncle Jin and Elder Fu could be arranged up to a hundred generations!
"Sizzle..."
On the cassia carriage, the Aura of the God of Death finally crumbled and faded into smoke and clouds.
Yet the hundred-foot-tall evil ghost, penetrated by the force of just a fingertip monts ago, remained bound in the void, trembling silently.
In its eyes, as large as moon discs, there was only fear, helplessness, and terror.
"Young master, the Sword Princess has returned."
In front of the carriage, Old Man Li, familiar with the task, caught the sword-holding chicken falling from the sky and handed it into the carriage.
The leisurely laughter of the young master inside the carriage was heard:
"I thought the Aura of the God of Death, stored for so long, would be so much more impressive."
"Not to ntion comparing to Ai Cangsheng’s, at least it should be stronger than those comrades who died before you, right?"
"Tsk, it wasn’t."
Upon hearing this, Hong felt a heavy throb in her heart.
Ai Cangsheng...
He ntioned Ai Cangsheng again...
Still in such a casual tone, as if it was just an insignificant na...
Hong firmly grasped the Golden Apricot, just grateful that she hadn’t been hit by that white-faced ghost’s sword earlier, the Golden Apricot hadn’t triggered the defense chanism and exploded, shattered.
"Who on earth is this young man?"
"Indeed, how dare he profane the Emperor Cang Sheng repeatedly?"
"Don’t let this old man find him, or I’ll annihilate his entire Higher Void Family, even the elders of his clan won’t be able to protect him!"
Although cursing was still heard in the front, the spectators couldn’t contain their anger, while Hong remained focused on the front.
Ahead, as the voice paused, the carriage curtain moved, and a hand erged, lifting the curtain - was that young master coming out?
In the scene on the Golden Apricot, among the voices of anger and rebuke, there was a slight pause as they all watched, and then the young master’s voice was heard:
"I have cultivated a na for half a year, finally obtaining sothing."
"However, even after searching throughout the Ghost Buddha Realm, I could only find a beast of your near-Saint Stage level to receive a fraction of my Ming Sword Skill."
"But your Aura of the God of Death is too shallow, you need your master to co..."
Finally, the curtain was lifted.
Old Man Li had already jumped off the carriage, setting up the gilded osmanthus wood ladder in front.
A figure soon erged from the carriage, dressed in white with a black robe, adorned with pearls and jade at the waist, standing tall and graceful.
As he exited the carriage, he bent his body, holding up the robe with one hand and smoothing his hair with the other, showing only one profile.
Yet this distinct profile, this side face that had appeared countless tis in the Dao Imparting Mirror at that ti...
In the scene on the Golden Apricot, nearly two million people completely stopped their clamor.
When he stepped out of the carriage and turned to face the Golden Apricot, calmly stepping down the gilded osmanthus wood ladder.
The scene on the Golden Apricot completely erupted!
"Lord Shou?"
"What’s happening, am I seeing things, Lord Shou?"
"No, this guy’s got sothing to him, how co he looks so much like Lord Shou..."
Swish, right in front of Hong, the comnts exploded, flooding her view with a dense flurry, leaving her without even a speck of sight.
This had never happened before during sermon broadcasting, but it’s terrifying, if this happened during battle...
Without a second thought, Hong chose to close the comnts visualization.
And with trepidation, when her gaze refocused on the youth stepping down from the carriage and identified his identity.
"Ah——"
Hong let out a sharp, booming sound, "He, he, he..."
She "he-ed" for a long ti, her tongue seemingly tied, unable to even utter the next half of the sentence.
But as a preacher, can she not even say a single word?
Hong pinched the soft flesh at the root of her thigh, twisting it hard, freeing her emotions to reckless release:
"Lord Shou?!"
The mont the words slipped out, Hong’s heart raced.
With nearly two million people watching, while als could be eaten carelessly, words couldn’t be spoken recklessly!
This was "Lord Shou", with his popularity, one wrong word from her and she’d be overwheld by the Shou scholars of the five regions, plunging into an abyss of damnation.
Hong was anxious, too preoccupied to take another look at the young man, urgently reactivating the comnts visualization.
In an instant, her vision was completely eclipsed, replaced entirely by an orderly queue of comnts, unlike the previous doubts and curses.
In the current comnt section, thousands of comnts per breath managed to line up neatly without anyone’s managent!
No one spoke out of turn.
No one stayed silent underwater.
Only one identical, trendously shocking sentence passed neatly before her eyes:
"Welco, Lord Shou!"
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