"Oh?"
"Uncle Sword Thunder, what do you mean?"
Heavenly Sword Son's heart leapt with joy.
"Go fight, Xiao Xuan."
"Not slaughter like hunting beasts trapped in a cage, but search for prey like a hunter, then kill them alone."
Sword Thunder Celestial spoke slowly. "We will never beat a Celestial half to death for you, then send them into an arena to fight you. That would be disrespecting war."
"You may mobilize the sect's resources, intelligence, and influence over the broader situation."
"Then seek out Celestials of the Demon Race, Celestials from the Great Yin Yang Sword Realm, and any Celestials outside the sects—even Celestials from the Artifact Sect. Find them, make your arrangements, have them severely wounded, then fight them. Survive."
"Failure is no matter. We run for our lives. Escape one calamity, then try again. As long as you are not dead, keep going, keep going, until you succeed."
"Or die."
"Throughout this process, you will receive no help or leniency from your many old uncles, because this is the Ancestor's will. You must believe that the Ancestor's heart is hard enough."
"Of course, if you choose not to take this opportunity, none of this will happen."
"We old brothers can eat, drink, play, and fool around through our lives. That is not bad either. Even if immortals came to trade for these good days, we would refuse."
Sword Thunder Celestial spoke calmly.
The Lei Yang Old Acquaintance had their way of idling away their lives, and their way of striving onward.
Everything was free.
Even if every young member of the entire sect wanted nothing but to idle away their lives, that was fine.
The Ancestor's lifespan was long enough to let them live happily for a lifetime. There was nothing wrong with handing the sect's inheritance