A Blade of Grass Can Sever the Sun, Moon, and Stars [New Book, Please Support]

Su Changyu was stunned.

He had walked the path of the sword for twenty years, starting his training at eight years old. The strongest Sword Dao expert he had ever seen could only split a massive boulder with a single strike.

A blade of grass can sever the sun, moon, and stars?

How much of a show-off was that?

Using a single blade of grass to cut down the sun, moon, and stars in the sky—he wouldn't even dare to imagine such a scene.

Show-off.

An absolute show-off.

Good. Very good. Damn good.

This line was excellent. It belonged to him, Su Changyu, now.

After silently drawing a sharp breath, Su Changyu's expression didn't change at all. He regained his composure and turned his gaze back to Ye Ping.

This Little Junior Brother was clearly a kindred spirit.

Both were masters of showing off.

That wasn't good news.

If the Qingyun Dao Sect only allowed one person to show off, that person had to be him.

No one was allowed to take away his position as the Senior Disciple Brother of showing off. No one.

"Junior Brother, the path of cultivation demands steadiness. You're reaching too high too fast," Su Changyu said, his tone carrying a hint of reproach.

In an instant, Ye Ping lowered his head, looking a bit flustered.

"That was an offhand remark. I hope Senior Brother won't take offense. From now on, I won't speak carelessly," Ye Ping said, a little panicked. He had thought such words would earn praise, but instead, his senior brother seemed displeased.

In that moment, Ye Ping suddenly understood.

In Su Changyu's eyes, he was nothing more than an ordinary new disciple, a mortal disciple. How could he possibly know so much? A blade of grass severing the sun, moon, and stars? Such words couldn't possibly come from a new disciple's mouth.

So he had indeed spoken carelessly.

But as soon as he said this, Su Changyu shook his head.

"There's no need for that. I understand your ambition, Junior Brother. I just hope you'll take things step by step and build a solid foundation. If you have any more insights in the future, you can tell me, but don't speak carelessly to others, lest you invite trouble. Understand?" Su Changyu said.

How could such a show-off line go unsaid? If you don't say it, how will I show off when I travel the world?

You can say it, but only to me.

Su Changyu thought to himself.

"Alright, I've already recognized your talent. Now I'll teach you true swordsmanship," Su Changyu said, wasting no more time.

He lightly jumped down from the massive rock, landing with effortless grace.

When Ye Ping heard these words, his excitement surged even more.

True swordsmanship?

Peerless swordsmanship?

Ye Ping was thrilled.

He was overjoyed, filled with anticipation.

Without another word of nonsense, Su Changyu gripped the Three-Foot Green Edge Sword, twirled it into a flourish, then fixed his gaze on the ground, closed his eyes, and remained silent for a long time.

After a full incense stick's worth of time, Su Changyu suddenly moved. The long sword carved a Sword Mark across the ground.

In an instant, stone chips flew in all directions, and a straight Sword Mark appeared on the ground.

Hah!

Su Changyu let out a breath.

Then he looked at Ye Ping and spoke slowly.

"Ye Ping, I have engraved my peerless Sword Intent into this ground. Do not underestimate this Sword Mark. It bears the imprint of my strongest Sword Moves."

"Now, study it carefully. See how many Sword Moves are hidden within this Sword Mark. For the next seven days, aside from your daily chores, you must stay here and observe the Sword Mark. Not only must you comprehend the Sword Moves, but more importantly, you must grasp the Sword Momentum within, and ultimately, the Sword Intent. After seven days, I will return to test you and see if you truly have talent in swordsmanship."

Su Changyu spoke with an indifferent tone.

Having said this, he turned and left, not taking a single cloud with him, as carefree as the wind, leaving behind a stunned Ye Ping.

Su Changyu was gone.

He had already left the Back Cliff.

A smile he couldn't hide spread across his face.

He was delighted—not only had he fooled this Little Junior Brother, but he'd also scammed a line that cool for free.

It made Su Changyu's mood boundless.

As for Sword Moves?

He just slashed randomly; if that could reveal a Sword Move, that'd be a ghost story.

And Sword Momentum? Sword Intent?

Those were even more impossible. If Ye Ping said he could comprehend Sword Moves or sword techniques, there was a slim chance—since he actually knew some—but Sword Momentum and Sword Intent?

That was utterly impossible.

What was Sword Intent?

The meaning of the Sword Dao.

Sword techniques were finite, but Sword Intent was infinite. True Sword Dao experts would all form their own Sword Intent; the more Sword Intent they mastered, the stronger their sword path. In other words, Sword Intent was like a buff, layered into Sword Moves, and not something ordinary people could grasp.

So Ye Ping absolutely could not comprehend Sword Intent.

Su Changyu was just stalling for time.

Even the top Sword Dao sect in Qingzhou couldn't make a new disciple comprehend Sword Intent right off the bat.

This method was indeed a bit shady, but it was a last resort.

If he actually had to teach Ye Ping Sword Moves, honestly, with his own few clumsy tricks, he'd blush himself—teaching others?

He'd be leading them astray.

So rather than teach badly, it was better to let Ye Ping kill some time on his own. At least he wasn't teaching him wrong, right?

Thinking this, Su Changyu's guilt faded quite a bit.

Just then.

A figure walked toward him—it was Second Junior Brother, Xu Luochen.

Su Changyu immediately wiped the smile off his face and greeted Xu Luochen.

"Second Junior Brother."

Su Changyu called out.

Hearing the voice, the latter turned his gaze to Su Changyu.

"Senior Disciple Brother, what's up?"

Xu Luochen was a bit curious, not understanding why the senior brother had called him.

"Second Junior Brother, let me ask you—do you know how strong the pinnacle of the Sword Dao is?"

Su Changyu spoke, asking Xu Luochen.

The latter was momentarily stunned, scratching the back of his head, a little baffled.

What did the pinnacle of the Sword Dao being strong have to do with him?

He didn't practice swords; he refined pills.

But since it was the senior brother asking, Xu Luochen couldn't just not answer. He could only shake his head and say, "No idea."

Hearing this, Su Changyu spoke calmly.

"Then I'll tell you today."

"True swordsmanship, when it reaches its pinnacle."

"A blade of grass can sever the sun, moon, and stars."

Su Changyu said this with a calm expression, his words full of aloofness and indifference.

It made Xu Luochen pause.

Even though he didn't understand the Sword Dao.

Those words were still shocking to hear.

Especially paired with Su Changyu's appearance, it inexplicably inspired awe.

Xu Luochen even conjured an image in his mind.

In that image, Su Changyu gently plucked a weed, then slashed down all the stars in the sky.

Tsk!

Imagining that scene, Xu Luochen couldn't help but tremble all over.

That was way too cool, wasn't it?

Xu Luochen was stunned.

Lost in his own fantasy.

And seeing his second junior brother's expression, Su Changyu felt even more secretly thrilled.

Awesome! So awesome! Damn awesome!

Years of ingrained composure kept Su Changyu in that aloof posture.

Without a word, Su Changyu simply left, leaving a bewildered Xu Luochen behind.

A long while passed.

Only then did Xu Luochen snap back to reality, but by then Su Changyu was already gone.

"Senior Disciple Brother's ability to act cool is getting stronger by the day. If I didn't know he was a sword dao waste, I might have actually bought it."

"Still, that line was pretty damn cool—'A blade of grass can sever the sun, moon, and stars.'"

Xu Luochen muttered to himself, a trace of awe still lingering in his eyes. After all, those words carried some real swagger.

As for Ye Ping.

To be honest, he had no doubt whatsoever about what Su Changyu had said.

But Ye Ping was a little worried. He had never practiced swordsmanship before, and it was entirely possible that after seven days of staring, he wouldn't see anything at all.

Even so, Ye Ping still obediently fixed his gaze on the sword mark on the ground.

If he didn't try, how could he know whether he had any talent?

And so, Ye Ping stared at the sword mark on the ground for a full two hours.

To be fair, in those two hours, Ye Ping hadn't seen anything at all.

In fact, as time went on, he even started to feel restless and irritable.

But just then.

A gentle breeze swept by.

Suddenly, Ye Ping felt a wave of refreshment.

The next moment, when he looked at the sword mark again.

In an instant, a different understanding emerged.