Does anyone actually Believes That My Master Is A Mortal?

Aspiring Path Sect, above the plaza.

Chu Yuan, with his back to Ning Fan and Baize, began to speak slowly.

"Well, since neither of you minds, I might as well impart some knowledge to my nephew, the disciple."

"You were born with an Innate Sword Heart, so naturally you should cultivate the Dao of the Blade. Tell me, disciple, do you know what the Dao of the Blade is?"

As Chu Yuan spoke, he turned around.

He was ready to start his usual ruse of an opening.

But Ning Fan's response in the next second stunned Chu Yuan.

"I know this one, I know this one, Sect Master Uncle-Master, my Respected Master has taught me this."

Ning Fan excitedly raised his arm, saying loudly.

"Hm? You know? Your master has taught you?"

Chu Yuan looked towards Baize with an odd expression in his eyes.

This Qi Refinement Stage nobody actually taught these things?

Could it be that he overheard what he normally taught his disciples and then secretly learned it?

It didn't matter. Even if Ning Fan didn't stick to the script, it wasn't a big problem.

At worst, no matter what Ning Fan said, he could just claim it was wrong.

"Then speak, what is the Dao of the Blade?"

Chu Yuan continued to ask, mingling nonchalance and curiosity.

"Sect Master Uncle-Master, I know that the Dao of the Blade is..."

Ning Fan began to talk non-stop.

Clearly, he had absorbed everything Baize had told him that day.

What he said now was all organized by himself to suit his own understanding.

Even so, it left Chu Yuan flabbergasted.

This lecture on 'the Dao of the Blade' went on for half an hour.

After half an hour, the monologue finally ended.

"Thus, I believe, the Dao of the Blade lies in the heart! The intent of the blade resides in the heart, and when the heart resembles the blade, that is the Dao of the Blade!"

"Sect Master Uncle-Master, do you find anything incorrect with what I've said?"

Ning Fan finished speaking.

He rubbed his mouth.

After speaking for half an hour, his mouth felt sore indeed.

"You this..."

Chu Yuan stared blankly at Ning Fan across from him.

He truly didn't know what to say.

All the words he could think of, and the ones he couldn't, had been exhausted by Ning Fan in one breath.

How was he supposed to speak now?

How was he to refute that Ning Fan was wrong?

Chu Yuan fell silent.

"Sect Master Uncle-Master, why are you not speaking?"

Ning Fan, seeing Chu Yuan silent, couldn't help but ask.

Chu Yuan: "..."

Everything that should be said and that shouldn't have all been spoken by you.

If I'm not silent, what more can I say?

But what should he say next?

He was out of arguments—he couldn't use his reasoning to bamboozle his way through anymore.

Maybe...

He could simply act stubbornly?

Upon thinking this, Chu Yuan's eyes lit up.

I can't out-argue you, but I can be obstinate.

After all, I am in an Invincible State.

I'm awesome, my fists are big, I am the one who's right.

"No matter, I was just wondering why you have such strange ideas about the Dao of the Blade. How is it you've not learned the good stuff, but are full of all sorts of absurd notions? Who taught you this, isn't that misleading the young?"

Chu Yuan said.

"Ah? But these are all things my Respected Master taught me."

Ning Fan immediately looked towards Baize.

"No, Daoist Chu, I was..."

Baize hurriedly wanted to explain something.

However, Chu Yuan waved his hand, indicating Baize didn't need to speak.

His gaze fixed steadfastly on Ning Fan.

"In my view, the most important thing for a swordsman has never been about intention or sword energy or anything like that. The most important thing for a swordsman is the draw of the blade," Chu Yuan stated coolly.

"Draw the blade?"

Ning Fan looked puzzled. Drawing the blade is something anyone can do, right?

"Do you think drawing the blade is simple?"

Chu Yuan folded his arms behind his back.

"Sect Master Respected Master, yes."

Ning Fan admitted it.

"What if I asked you to draw your blade against me?"

Chu Yuan said this in a deep, faint voice.

After he had spoken,

he activated his Invincible State.

With a palm strike, he aimed at the firmament above.

As he unleashed his palm,

all the golden specks of light around him converged, instantly forming a giant golden palm imprint.

The palm imprint was domineering beyond compare, and the moment it took shape, it thundered towards the firmament.

Boom, rumble...

A tremendous sound exploded above the firmament, scattering the rolling clouds and kicking up a terrifying pressure that caused hurricanes to whirl.

Under the force of that strike, the sky darkened, and for a long time, no sunlight shone down.

Seeing the results of his strike, Chu Yuan nodded in satisfaction.

The Invincible State was truly remarkable.

This strike was even better than the one he had coaxed out of Ye Luo at the peak of his Nascent Soul Realm days.

He suspected this would be enough to shake Ning Fan.

Chu Yuan turned his head to look.

And sure enough...

Ning Fan was kneeling on the ground with a stupefied expression, his lips trembling as if he was terrified.

Seeing this,

Chu Yuan was very pleased.

He then glanced over at Baize.

He had assumed that Baize would lose his composure just like Ning Fan.

But the outcome was unexpected.

Baize hadn't lost his composure, but his gaze had been fixed on the dark sky, and in his eyes, there seemed to be something...

Some envy?

You, a mere Qi Refinement Stage weakling, envy what?

Chu Yuan was puzzled.

But he didn't ask further; after all, the one he intended to sway was Ning Fan.

"What do you think? Do you dare to face me and draw your blade?"

Chu Yuan asked casually.
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"I, I, I..."

Ning Fan's voice trembled, failing to form a complete sentence for a long time.

"Do you understand now? The Dao of the Blade lies in whether or not you dare to draw the blade. If you have a heart brave enough to draw your blade against anything, then you can consider all those fanciful concepts you have. Without a core, what else is there to discuss?"

Chu Yuan, with his hands clasped behind his back, spoke confidently.

"To draw the blade..."

"Is this the true meaning of the words 'draw the blade'..."

Ning Fan's heart suddenly quivered, and his eyes became vacant.

His knees remained on the ground, and he did not stand up.

Seeing this,

Chu Yuan no longer felt like continuing the ruse and decided to take the opportunity to slip away to spare himself the further waste of words.

"Daoist Bai, let your disciple ponder on his own. I shall take my leave now. I have said all that needs to be said."

Chu Yuan gestured with his hand.

Having said that, he turned and stepped into the void to leave, without any hesitation, fearing that Ning Fan might regain his senses and call out to him.

"Daoist Chu, you..."

Baize wanted to ask Chu Yuan to wait and to send him off.

But to his surprise, Chu Yuan disappeared in a flash, not even a shadow to be seen.

Baize was momentarily stunned as he watched Chu Yuan's retreating figure and then turned to look at Ning Fan, who was kneeling on the ground.

He was just about to call Ning Fan to get up,

when suddenly, a flash of blade light streaked past.

Baize looked down and immediately saw Ning Fan holding Twin Blades, facing him, with blade energy swirling around him.

"What... what are you doing?"

Baize slightly raised an eyebrow.

"Respected Master, Sect Master Respected Master was right! As a blade wielder, one must be brave enough to draw the blade against everything. Therefore, Respected Master, I am drawing my blade against you!"

Ning Fan held the Inverse Edge in one hand, the Thin Blade in the other, and behind him, a large blade seemed like it could unsheathe at any moment,

His eyes became very sharp as if he had undergone a certain transformation.

"To draw the blade? Against me, you draw the blade?"

Baize laughed.

The laugh was eerily cold.

Without a word, he unlocked his own restrictions.

Despite the pressure of heaven and earth, he released his restraints.

Today, if he didn't teach this disciple a lesson, tomorrow this disciple might think to sit atop his head...