Gains Before "Ballad of the Sword"

Zhang Yiyu nodded. "Yes. We won't tell him that the poem Yan Nantian wrote is a poem, a song, and a sword technique."

Dark Night said, "Yes, we won't tell him. This sword qi has crisscrossed the land without fading for three hundred years. Every year, crowds come here to comprehend the Sword Dao Intent left behind by the senior Sword God..."

The two women chimed in one after another, and in no time at all, they told him every last thing they had sworn not to tell him.

In truth, Lin Su had heard this story once before.

Bi Xuanji had told it to him.

A remarkable man had risen from humble beginnings and devoted himself to the sword. After enduring endless hardships, he had finally attained transcendence. Yet when he happened to look back, he discovered that no one behind him had kept pace—his master, his beloved senior sister, all of them were gone. He returned from Heartless Sea and learned that his senior sister had been dead for a hundred years. At her grave, he wielded his sword for seven times seven days. Using his sword as a brush and its techniques as words, he wrote the earthshaking "Ballad of the Sword": "Mysteries through the ages, ten thousand follow; wind and clouds leave no shadow, passing without trace. Treading every blue mountain, the people are already far away; deeply I regret being a hero for a lifetime." Afterward, he abandoned his sword and departed. Three hundred years had passed, yet the sword qi around that grave still had not faded. Within a hundred-mile radius, not a blade of grass grew.

That remarkable man was Yan Nantian.

A Sword God of a thousand years ago.

He had made the sword his entire life. He understood swords, yet did