Transforming the Body into Light
Gu Qingshan stepped out of the barrier and glanced back.
"...The power of the holy pillar within me keeps growing, so naturally, fending off these Asuras' attacks isn't a problem."
"But the other sword cultivators will get hurt."
"In that case, I'll have to seek out attacks that exceed expectations so I can further study how to block them—"
"Let's go!"
His figure became a streak of lightning and shot into the sky, vanishing without a trace.
Half a quarter-hour later.
Deep among the White Clouds.
A small island built atop the clouds.
As the Turtle Sage sipped tea, he asked with interest,
"You want to try blocking my attacks?"
"Yes. I think sword cultivators shouldn't just focus on attacking. They should also ensure they can survive on the battlefield," Gu Qingshan said.
"Then why not learn the Art of Beginning and Ending Without End from me?"
As he spoke, the Turtle Sage pulled a tortoiseshell from behind his back. He stroked it with reluctance and continued,
"Just crawl inside this shell. I guarantee that as you grow more and more intimate with it, your defensive abilities will improve tremendously. Then you can put a set of armor on over it—why, you'll practically be impossible to kill!"
Gu Qingshan looked at the tortoiseshell.
If he agreed, then from here on out every sword cultivator would fight with a tortoiseshell on their back...
The image was too beautiful to look at.
Soon, no one would want to become a sword cultivator!
Gu Qingshan forced a smile and said, "I appreciate your kind offer, Senior, but my path of swordsmanship is meant to be passed on to everyone in every world who practices the sword. They might not all be able to get a tortoiseshell from you."