Clumsy Sword

The youth nodded obediently. "Master is right to reprimand me."

"When practicing the sword, you must be single-minded. Only by concentrating wholeheartedly can mind and spirit become one, allowing your Sword Intent to reach its utmost limit."

After lecturing the youth, the old man's expression softened somewhat. "Tell your master—why did you lose focus just now?"

The youth thought for a moment before answering honestly, "Master said our swordsmanship could crush the Myriad Sword Sect. I found it a little funny and forgot I was still practicing."

The old man looked somewhat awkward. He had not expected the youth to have lost focus because of that.

"What is so funny about it? How is the swordsmanship of our Golden Light Sect inferior to that paltry Myriad Sword Sect?"

The youth said earnestly, "But the Myriad Sword Sect alone has two Nascent Soul Cultivators. With a single puff of breath, they could blow down the mountain of our Golden Light Sect."

The old man was so furious that his beard bristled and his eyes bulged, yet he had no strength to refute him. The facts were just that.

"Swordsmanship! I am talking about swordsmanship! The Myriad Sword Sect merely relies on having many people and occupying Spiritual Veins, which is why they have produced a few Nascent Soul and Golden Core cultivators.

"Our cultivation is inferior to theirs, but our swordsmanship may not necessarily be worse!"

The youth said nothing, but inwardly, he did not quite agree.

His master's swordsmanship was indeed formidable, but the gap between the Foundation Establishment Realm and the Nascent Soul Realm was simply too vast. Before a Nascent Soul Cultivator, his master probably would not even have time to draw his sword.

Still, it was better not to voice those thoughts. Otherwise, his master would lose