Curse of Shattering (8) (Extra Chapter for Alliance Leader "Old Ming Classmate" 12)

As the saying goes, language is an art, and communication is a matter of wisdom.

At this very moment, that saying was perfectly illustrated.

Fu Qian's single "yes" had plunged everyone into five seconds of silence.

The Academy experts and the tombkeepers alike were frantically trying to guess whether he meant yes or no.

His behavior up to this point had certainly been less than likable.

But as Cas had said, he was a bona fide demigod—and a demigod of the sword.

In theory, no one present had more authority to speak on swordsmanship.

"Mr. Yun, so you disagree with this lady's view?"

In the end, it was Kamakura Mi, who had the most to hope for, who couldn't hold back any longer.

He couldn't help it. Worry made him impatient.

"No, I agree."

Unfortunately, Fu Qian wasn't about to keep toying with them. He dashed Mi's hopes with an emphatic answer.

"Divine seal, curse, gift—call it whatever you like. There's no doubt that it has absolutely nothing to do with the swordsmanship as I understand it."

Ignoring the Kamakura family's rapidly dimming expressions, Fu Qian continued at length.

"I don't know how the Kamakura family has understood it over the past few centuries, but there's something I find astonishing that you've never realized: a gift and the path of the sword are fundamentally at odds."

"To me, the most important quality of cultivation is the pursuit of the Way: using an unyielding will to bring one's insights to their utmost potential."

"Doing something completely unrelated and then expecting an inheritance to be bestowed upon you—honestly, I see no difference between that and sitting in a temple, knocking a wooden fish."

Language was an art, but who said all art was equal?

Though his meaning was nearly identical