Secret Revelation

Zhou Bai abruptly raised his eyes, his gaze stabbing like a sword at the disciple who had spoken. His voice sank. "Foolish!"

The disciple shrank his neck in fright at the rebuke. The others lowered their heads as well, not daring to meet Zhou Bai's eyes.

Zhou Bai set down his teacup and lightly tapped the table twice with his fingers, his tone carrying a hint of frustration at their failure to meet expectations:

"Do you think the things you can think of never occurred to the seniors of our Sword Sect?"

He swept his gaze across them. His voice softened somewhat, but his words still carried considerable weight:

"Do you think this Cultivation Method is so easy to cultivate?

That depends on fate."

The several Fifth Turn cultivators exchanged looks. One of them hesitated before speaking:

"Elder, there are so many people in our Sword Sect. If one person lacks the fate to learn it, and a hundred people lack the fate to learn it, surely someone will be able to learn it, right?"

Zhou Bai shook his head, a trace of helplessness in his voice:

"Our Sword Sect's five great inherited Cultivation Methods are all rather unique, each with its own threshold.

The Life-Slaying Amitabha Sword Scripture is the strangest and most sinister among them."

He paused, his eyes turning profound:

"This Cultivation Method has even developed sentience."

Everyone froze upon hearing that.

"Sentience?" someone could not help repeating, his voice full of disbelief.

"Elder, a Cultivation Method is merely an inanimate thing. How could it possibly develop sentience?"

Seeing their shocked expressions, Zhou Bai smiled faintly:

"Hard to believe, isn't it? I found it hard to believe when I first heard of it too.

But that is the truth—the Life-Slaying Amitabha Sword Scripture is simply too powerful.