Sword Douluo Questions His Life

"Do we need to keep fighting?"

Ye Cheng sheathed his sword and stood suspended in the air, speaking with utter calm.

Sword Douluo stared blankly at the distant mountaintop that had been razed flat by Sword Qi. One could see the whole leopard through a single spot. From the power of that simple Sword Qi alone, he could tell just how immense the gap between them was. Even if he continued and unleashed his strongest ninth soul skill, God and Demon Two Slashes—

The result probably would not be very impressive.

The difference in their realms was simply too great.

"Forget it."

"This old man is no match for you."

Sword Douluo shook his head dejectedly, truly feeling as though he had grown old. He had never felt that way before. After all, for a Titled Douluo, being under a hundred years old was genuinely considered very young. But compared to Ye Cheng, a young man of only twenty-six... he felt as though he had lived all these years like a dog.

"Actually, your potential goes beyond this."

Seeing Sword Douluo looking as though he were questioning his entire life, Ye Cheng felt a little embarrassed too. After all, he was basically cheating. His strength had not come from diligent cultivation at all. Fighting experts who had truly earned their power through hard cultivation was simply bullying them.

After thinking it over, he decided to say something nice to comfort him. He could not let the blow really make the man lose the heart of a strong warrior.

"What do you mean?"

Hearing the implication in his words, Sword Douluo's dejection faded somewhat as he asked.

"Your Seven Kill Sword possesses potential that I can sense, potential that goes beyond this. But you have not fully developed it yet." Ye Cheng shook his head and said, "In truth, most soul masters in this world share a common flaw. They rely too heavily on soul skills, focusing only on raising their Soul Power Level while neglecting their Martial Souls themselves. Take your Seven Kill Sword, for example. Do you... truly understand your own sword?"

Do I... truly understand my own sword? Those words successfully plunged Sword Douluo into deep thought. It was as though some inspiration flickered faintly in his mind, yet he could not grasp that crucial thread.

From the moment Sword Douluo revealed his Martial Soul earlier, Ye Cheng had known that he was not yet the Sword Douluo from the later part of the original story—the one who, after losing an arm, attained great enlightenment and triggered Martial Soul Evolution.

The current Sword Douluo was not yet a pure swordsman in his way of thinking. He was merely a soul master with a sword Martial Soul. As such, he was inevitably constrained by the mindset of a soul master and had overlooked the essence of his Martial Soul.

Seeing Sword Douluo still deep in thought, Ye Cheng paid him no further mind. He merely turned and took a step forward, his entire body seeming to merge with heaven and earth before vanishing without a trace.

Only Sword Douluo remained on the cliff, frowning in contemplation.

After Ye Cheng used spatial movement to leave the cliff,

he did not go very far. Instead, he chose a nearby inn and checked in.

The next day.

There came a knock on the door.

Knock, knock!

Ye Cheng, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed and carefully sensing his own power, opened his eyes. Even without relying on his senses, he knew exactly who was knocking outside.

"Come in."

As soon as he spoke, the door opened on its own.

A figure he had met only yesterday entered his sight.

It was Sword Douluo.

Compared to his dejected, aged appearance yesterday, Sword Douluo now seemed much more spirited. Clearly, after Ye Cheng's reminder, he had spent the entire night thinking and gained considerable insight. If he continued contemplating it slowly afterward, perhaps he would be able to attain great enlightenment and fully evolve his Martial Soul without suffering the loss of an arm as he had in the original story.

(Author: This book has been signed. The speed was far beyond my expectations. I had thought I would need to mail a contract, but it turns out an electronic contract is enough now. New signed books get a round of new-book promotion, and normally I should be updating more at a time like this. But reality does not allow it. Sigh, with this update speed, the results probably will not be great either. Still, the author shamelessly asks for some votes here. Investments would be even better. This concerns the book's future recommendations. Thank you all.)