NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 78: The Flying Blossom Sword Intent! Do You Hear the Sound of Blossoms Blooming?
Chapter 78: The Flying Blossom Sword Intent! Do You Hear the Sound of Blossoms Blooming?
“Hmm?”
Chen Zhixing looked slightly puzzled when he heard the question. If Qingzhi knew the answer, then that was it—why such a big reaction?
Qingzhi chuckled awkwardly before unsheathing itself automatically and began carving a line of text on the smooth stone wall:
“What is the ultimate swordsmanship?”
“The ultimate swordsmanship is when one can kill an enemy with a single strike, without needing a second.”
As Qingzhi finished the last stroke, a thunderous rumble filled the air.
Boom~~!
Instantly, the entire bronze stone door slowly pulled apart on both sides.
“That easy?” Chen Zhixing remarked in mild surprise.
Qingzhi nodded and replied with a smile, “Young master, this question originates from when the Sword God had yet to rise to power. During a sword duel at the South Sea, a grandmaster of swordsmanship posed this question.”
“At that time, the hall was filled with sword cultivators who, upon hearing this question, all began to pontificate grandly, their discussions filled with grandiose rhetoric. Some were so inspired that they wrote lengthy essays titled ‘On Swordsmanship’ on the spot.”
“And yet, the Sword God merely uttered these sixteen words!”
“The Sword God believed that whether it’s swordsmanship or any of the three thousand paths, at its core, it is all about vanquishing the enemy!”
“From then on, this laid the foundation for the Sword God's path of abandoning all extravagance, seeking only the strongest single strike!”
Chen Zhixing nodded silently upon hearing this.
Qingzhi’s words reminded him of a bald-headed kid from his previous life who wore a white cape. That guy’s philosophy on cultivation was quite similar to this ancient Sword God.
As they conversed, the bronze doors had completely opened.
Chen Zhixing stepped forward to take a look.
Behind the bronze stone doors was a massive stone chamber.
The chamber was spacious but sparsely decorated.
At the center of the chamber stood a stone statue.
The statue depicted a beautiful woman with a flowing blue ribbon, a pair of phoenix eyes, delicate brows, and a high nose, gazing skyward.
Her brows were slightly furrowed, her expression serene and aloof. Even as a statue, she exuded a cold aura that kept others at a distance.
Chen Zhixing raised his gaze to the statue, and as his eyes met those of the statue’s, there was a sudden boom!!!
Suddenly.
A terrifying sword light, sharp beyond compare, filled Chen Zhixing’s pupils.
No words could adequately describe the terror of this sword strike.
Under this sword, it seemed as though the vast sky was ripped apart, and the sun, moon, and stars were all cleaved asunder!
All the so-called three thousand paths, all the mystical arts and divine techniques—
Under this sword, they were like ants, easily crushed!
Faintly, countless scenes appeared in Chen Zhixing’s mind.
There was a peerless woman in white, rising from humble beginnings and eventually suppressing an entire era with her sword!
She trod over eternal families and battled ancient sacred lands!
This woman in white, relying solely on her sword, dominated an era, overpowering countless prodigies, her talents unmatched!
At this moment.
Chen Zhixing seemed frozen in place, staring at the statue of the woman in white, unable to look away.
Until who knows how much time had passed.
Those scenes receded like the tide.
“Young master? Young master?”
Soft calls sounded by his ear.
Chen Zhixing snapped out of his daze as his vision gradually cleared.
In his mind, a golden ancient book had appeared at some unknown point.
On the pages were four ancient characters—Flying Blossom Sword Dao!
Besides this, he seemed to have formed a deeper connection with this place of inheritance and the divine sword Qingzhi.
A realization dawned in Chen Zhixing’s eyes.
At this moment, he not only received the inheritance but also truly mastered the divine sword Qingzhi!
“Young master, are you alright?” Qingzhi asked with a hint of concern.
“I’m fine.”
Chen Zhixing retracted his gaze and let out a long breath.
“Even such a figure has vanished from this world…” Chen Zhixing thought of the peerless woman in the visions and shook his head slightly, his expression complex.
“Young master, did you see the Sword God’s passing?” Qingzhi’s voice held a trace of anticipation.
“No.”
Chen Zhixing shook his head. In the scenes in his mind, the peerless woman in white stopped after stepping into the Immortal realm.
However, as her name is no longer heard in the world, what else could it mean but her demise?
“I see.” Qingzhi’s voice turned somewhat disappointed.
In the next moment.
Chen Zhixing sat down cross-legged and began to comprehend the "Flying Blossom Sword Dao" in his mind.
He had already seen much of the ancient Sword God's life. Her path in swordsmanship could be divided into three stages.
Among them, the Flying Blossom Sword Dao was her first stage.
Time passed slowly.
In the blink of an eye, Chen Zhixing had been sitting cross-legged, comprehending the "Flying Blossom Sword Dao" for three days.
With his extraordinary perception and advanced talent in swordsmanship, his understanding of swordsmanship skyrocketed at an astonishing rate!
“Young master, swordsmanship can actually be divided into four realms.”
“The realms are: Initial Insight, Entering the Hall, Mastery, and finally, Supreme Mastery!”
“Of these, Supreme Mastery is also known as the Grandmaster Realm, and those who reach this level are honored as Sword Grandmasters!”
Qingzhi’s voice continuously sounded, explaining swordsmanship to Chen Zhixing.
“And the Sword God’s 'Flying Blossom Sword Dao' naturally has these four realms.”
“Learning the Flying Blossom Sword Technique counts as Initial Insight.”
“Beyond the sword technique is sword intent! If you master the Flying Blossom Sword Intent, you can step into the second realm of swordsmanship—Entering the Hall!”
“As for Mastery beyond Entering the Hall, it requires condensing a single blossom of sword intent.”
“As for the final Grandmaster Realm, it is exceedingly difficult and requires comprehending the ultimate divine ability in the 'Flying Blossom Sword Dao'—Ephemeral Bloom!”
Qingzhi looked at Chen Zhixing, who seemed indifferent, and couldn’t help but speak up:
“Young master, the path of swordsmanship is unlike other methods. It cannot be mastered through mere enlightenment; it requires diligent practice day and night, and continuous combat to achieve breakthroughs.”
“As they say, the path of the sword does not seek quick results; this is the principle.”
“Young master, in my opinion, continuing to comprehend this here isn’t very meaningful. Perhaps it’s better to leave this place and test your sword against the world.”
Qingzhi felt that Chen Zhixing was rushing things and was speaking at length when suddenly—
Her words stopped, and she froze.
“This is…”
Qingzhi stared intently at Chen Zhixing, a look of shock akin to seeing a ghost slowly forming in her eyes.
Unbeknownst to her.
Soft, pure white petals began to gather around the cross-legged Chen Zhixing.
One by one, these petals floated up from his side, surrounding him.
One petal… two petals… three petals…
In the blink of an eye.
Countless blossoms of sword intent filled the air, emerging in overwhelming numbers!!
These sword intent blossoms encircled Chen Zhixing, drifting like frost and snow in the air, gracefully swirling and fluttering down!
Amidst the dance of the countless petals.
Chen Zhixing slowly opened his eyes, speaking with neither joy nor sorrow: “The sound of blossoms blooming… I hear it.”
Boom!!!
As Chen Zhixing uttered his final word.
The countless blossoms instantly transformed into a terrifying surge of sword intent, sweeping across the entire stone chamber!
Like a world-ending storm, the entire vast stone chamber was filled with sword energy!
Under the wild onslaught of the Flying Blossom Sword Qi, even the void began to tear apart, emitting mournful whistling sounds!!
If not for the space being extremely sturdy, created by the ancient Sword God, it might have been leveled in an instant!
“Young master…”
Qingzhi, the divine sword, looked at Chen Zhixing, sitting cross-legged amidst the blossoms, dressed in white with black hair, his face refined and handsome.
She couldn’t help but feel dazed.
For a fleeting moment, it was as if she saw the white-robed Sword God, long gone, standing proudly in the world once more!
Wow, immediately elevating to the Grandmaster Realm without a word!
One word—fierce!