The Road Ahead

"Brother Zhou, it's a shame I couldn't welcome you properly. I apologize, but it's inconvenient for me to get up right now."

"It's truly impolite of me. Please excuse me, Brother Zhou."

Yang Qingyun, who was sitting cross-legged on a large boulder, heard Zhou Weilong's voice and opened his eyes. He saw Zhou Weilong slumped on the ground not far away.

A wry smile touched his lips, and his gaze towards Zhou Weilong was filled with apology.

This was not his intention.

For the past three days, he had spent most of his time comprehending the blade intent within the fragments.

He had repeatedly gathered the blade intent in his heart, challenging the blade intent preserved in the fragments, only to be defeated and crushed time and time again.

During this process, His comprehension of the Blade Path had advanced by leaps and bounds!

After experiencing thousands upon thousands of failures, he, who already had one foot in the threshold of blade intent, had finally mastered the power of that level!

Even in those repeated failures and challenges, he had touched the edge of an indomitable blade intent!

Blade intent, This was an extremely profound realm of comprehension within the Blade Path!

Among the experts of the Innate Realm, Any who could comprehend something like sword intent or blade intent were renowned figures, their prestige even comparable to Grandmasters!

As far as Yang Qingyun knew, Experts who comprehended Martial Path Will were essentially seeds of Grandmasters. As long as no major accidents occurred, eighty to ninety percent of them would eventually step into the Grandmaster realm in the future!

However, Yang Qingyun had only touched the very edge of it.

He was still a hundred thousand miles away from truly grasping and comprehending it.

But for him, who was only at the late stage of the Entering the Realm, to be able to touch upon such power, if this were to spread, it would surely cause a sensation throughout the martial world of the Chu Kingdom, and even the martial world lands of the Seven Nations!

"This is an unexpected joy!"

"But I finally understand. What truly prevented me from comprehending the next step in my previous life was not a lack of courage to press forward."

"What I truly lacked was confidence, the belief!"

"Belief that the saber in my hands could cut through anything, belief that it could reach higher peaks!"

"Only when a person and their saber trust each other, with their minds and spirits as one, can they reach the deeper realms of the Blade Path!"

Yang Qingyun suddenly realized in his heart.

It was only when he mastered blade intent that he truly understood the path ahead for the Blade Path.

In his previous life, Because the path ahead was severed, subconsciously, he did not believe his saber could reach higher levels.

Therefore, at that time, although his saber techniques had reached their peak, it was precisely due to this subconscious disbelief that his saber had never birthed a "soul."

That Grandmaster probably saw this and felt regret.

He understood very well that

If he couldn't solve the problem of the severed path ahead, his saber would never be able to advance further.

That was why he showed such great pity.

"Returning to this life after reincarnation, I have already severed the tragic fate of my previous life. Not only will my path not be severed due to my potential being completely drained, but I have also laid a foundation that I wouldn't have even dared to imagine in my previous life."

"Now, I possess infinite future possibilities, so deep down, I believe in myself, I believe in the saber in my hands, and I believe that I will never stop here again in this lifetime!"

"Thus, my saber techniques, which had already reached their peak in my previous life, have now opened the door to the next step of the Blade Path!"

"The invincible blade intent, charging forward without fear, is merely a superficial manifestation."

"The true root lies in the confidence from the depths of one's heart!"

Yang Qingyun sighed inwardly.

He realized his previous understanding had been misguided.

If one could only walk the path of the domineering saber, charging forward without fear, Then the Blade Path, How could it be such an inconvenient thing?

It was precisely because his comprehension of blade intent had allowed his strength to enter a new realm, and he was still unable to fully control this new realm of power.

This caused the condensed blade intent to spread wantonly within the courtyard.

Zhou Weilong, who walked in without any precautions, was directly hit by the blade intent emanating from Yang Qingyun, triggering an attack from the scattered blade intent.

In that instant, Blade light, as if cleaving through all things, descended, making Zhou Weilong feel as if he were facing death!

This is what led to the scene before them.

"Brother Yang, what is this..."

Ignoring his disheveled state, Zhou Weilong pushed himself up with his hands, staring at Yang Qingyun in terror as he asked.

It was no wonder he was shocked.

The scene before him was beyond his wildest imagination!

At this very moment, Yang Qingyun simply sat there, yet he felt as if he were facing a blade, its sharp tip pressing against his eyes, his neck feeling as though a saber were held against it!

That intense pressure made the hairs on his body stand on end!

That fierce sense of danger

sent a chill down his spine!

Zhou Weilong took a slight, sharp breath.

He truly found it hard to imagine

how one could withstand such terrifying pressure from an aura if they were to become enemies!

He feared that in the very first instant of engagement, he would be subdued by the opponent's mental aura and then be cut down by a single saber strike!

"What kind of power is this? Could it be the legendary momentum within the blade?"

Zhou Weilong murmured, seemingly not yet recovered from the shock, as if talking to himself.

He wasn't some country bumpkin martial artist who had never seen the world.

As Zhou Weilong, the overlord of Bao'an County City's Sifang Society, he had clearly seen more of the world than some local rich men or despots from rural villages.

There were rumors in the martial world, legends of some exceptionally brilliant individuals who could comprehend a power called "momentum" in the Martial Path, possessing incredible divine might!

With a single strike, great momentum would descend, leaving one unable to resist!

Even without making a move, just standing there would make one feel as if they were facing heaven and earth!

But Zhou Weilong had only heard of such martial artists; he had never seen one!

And those who mastered the momentum of the Martial Path

were all renowned powerhouses!

In all of Bao'an County's over twenty towns, no such powerhouse had ever appeared!

But now, that kind of martial artist, who only existed in legends, had appeared right before him!

As a result, Zhou Weilong's mind was in turmoil from the impact!

"These past days, I've had some fortunate encounters and have managed to make some progress."

Yang Qingyun smiled, neither confirming nor denying.

He shifted his body, concentrating his mind, and managed to suppress the blade intent within him, at least preventing it from spreading further, slightly restraining it.

"Brother Zhou, please have a seat."

Yang Qingyun gestured towards a seat by the stone platform, inviting him to sit.

The slightly restrained aura made Zhou Weilong feel a little better, but the dangerous sensation of facing a sharp, cold blade still lingered.

Zhou Weilong was slightly stunned. He took a few deep breaths, tidied his clothes, and then sat down opposite Yang Qingyun at the stone table.

At this moment, his heart was filled with many questions, but Yang Qingyun didn't seem inclined to speak, so he had to suppress his questions.

He didn't even realize that he had subtly placed Yang Qingyun in the position of a senior expert in his heart, lowering his own psychological standing.

"Brother Zhou, how have you been lately? I heard you had a conflict with the Black Tiger Gang. Is everything alright?"

Yang Qingyun waved his hand, signaling Wang Xiaoshi to pour a cup of clear tea, and chatted with him in his usual tone.

"That's nothing..."

Zhou Weilong picked up the tea cup and moistened his throat, steadying his mind slightly.

The two then began to chat.

As they conversed, Yang Qingyun gradually learned to control his blade intent, causing the sharp, piercing edge to slow down a bit more.

This made Zhou Weilong feel more at ease.

The atmosphere also relaxed.