Li Mu Yang agreed readily enough, but his heart was weighed down beyond measure.
Just as the White-Haired Demoness had said, knowing more sword techniques was not necessarily better. The more sword techniques one knew, the more it proved that one still remained in a state where the complicated could be simplified and the dross discarded for the essence.
There was still room for improvement.
Take Ximen Chuixue, for example, a man whose fame filled the land and who could be called a grandmaster of the sword. He knew only one sword technique: Swordless Style.
Yes, Ximen Chuixue's sword had no name. In fact, he did not even have a sword in his hand.
Yet that one simple sword had felled countless powerful enemies, making him the most dazzling human powerhouse of the entire era.
Or take Western Wind Song Gudú, who had once fought Li Mu Yang. In truth, he had used only one move in the strictest sense—the Great Brightness Technique, the move that had inflicted tremendous harm on Li Mu Yang.
The little box Li Mu Yang had given to his grandfather Lu Xingkong contained only a single spear thrust, no matter how many times one turned it over and over. Yet his grandfather had gained insight from it, simplified his Heavenly Dragon Spear techniques, and then broken through his realm, advancing once again.
It was not that simplicity itself was terrifying. Rather, after experiencing complexity and simplifying it piece by piece, that kind of simplicity became frightening.
"What? Are you afraid?" the White-Haired Demoness asked when she saw Li Mu Yang's solemn expression.
"I am somewhat worried," Li Mu Yang said with complete candor. "But worry is not fear. It reminds me that I need to be even more careful and cautious."
The White-Haired Demoness sighed