"An unfair victory?!"
Su Hao's smile vanished completely as he stared at Qin Yue.
"Master..." Qin Yue trembled all over in fright, unable to understand what she had done wrong.
"Back when you were still a mortal, burdened by that unwieldy immortal body, ugly beyond measure, you suffered every humiliation.
Out of consideration for your great-grandfather Chi Yunzi, and because I pitied a bright pearl buried in dust, I took you in as my disciple.
From then on, your cultivation went as smoothly as a sail before the wind. You never endured hardship. You lacked neither cultivation arts nor swordsmanship, and you received one or two parts in a hundred of my true teachings."
As Su Hao recalled those old events, he suddenly realized the greatest problem in how he had taught his disciple—he had protected her too well, causing her to lose all awareness of the cultivation world's cruelty.
Qin Yue abruptly dropped to her knees and slammed her head heavily against the ground. Her voice choked with tears. "Master, you are this disciple's second parents. Even if this disciple were shattered to pieces, I could never repay your grace. Yet I did not know to cherish it, wasting your painstaking efforts and disappointing you!"
Seeing this, Su Hao's anger subsided somewhat. He said slowly, "I never had many expectations for your strength or cultivation! That is why I neglected to discipline you, allowing you to become so naive that you could say something as laughable as 'an unfair victory'!"
"Over my many years of cultivation, I have had countless enemies. The swordsmanship forged from blood can be summed up in only six words: victory means life, defeat means death!"
"Either do not strike at all, or once you do, you must win! At any cost, by any means!"