"So, in other words, the way Master taught his disciples came from the Enlighteners' legacy?" Yu Lian had never heard about this before. Still, that seemed to explain the Spirit Research Society's astonishing rate of producing outstanding talents.
First of all, one had to understand that Mr. Lan was a "Shura."
That was right. Although the old man grinned and acted shamelessly, dressed in Hawaiian shirts while mingling with crowds to cheer for obscure girl groups, he really was a "Shura." He had practically single-handedly cultivated a supernatural legacy on Earth powerful enough to stand against both the Empire and the Commonwealth, yet he was still a "Shura."
He was the Star Realm Swordmaster who could cleave through the nine heavens with a single sword once he reached the pinnacle of the Nine-Ring realm, but whenever he got carried away in a fight, he was especially prone to slipping into a manic, battle-crazed state. One need only look at that orange cat he had gotten killed through his own schemes during the Battle of the Westtail Star Domain, as well as Natalia Ilinko, the "Scarlet Shura" who had been the Spirit Research Society's second generation's foremost combatant, to see the point.
And yet Mr. Lan was not manic at all. In his youth, he had followed the path of being as gentle as jade and unmatched among men. In his old age, although there were plenty of shameless rumors about him, people automatically embellished them into elegant tales of a true man's nature and a gentleman's romantic grace. In short, in this universe and this era, no one could embody the image of a sword immortal who flew through the skies and crossed the earth, sword in hand to purge demons, better than this "master" whom Yu Lian had never