A Sudden Sneak Attack

"May I ask, Master Xuan Cheng, if someone were to chop off your head with a saber... I'm only making a hypothetical assumption. Do you have to glare at me like that? Do Buddhists also believe in curses?" Though Song Qingshu's voice was not loud, it carried clearly to every person present. The few who realized this clicked their tongues in amazement. Such skill and control had truly reached the pinnacle.

"What were we talking about just now? Oh, Master Xuan Cheng has had his head chopped off with a saber. If Shaolin Temple wanted revenge, would it seek the person wielding the saber, or the saber itself?" Song Qingshu continued.

Xuan Ci frowned slightly and answered without thinking, "Of course we would seek the person wielding the saber."

"Exactly!" Song Qingshu clapped his hands. "Weapons themselves are neither good nor evil; what matters is the person using them. The same goes for techniques. Techniques are dead, people are alive. When two sides exchange moves, both seek victory. Since the purpose is the same, how can there be any distinction between vulgar and noble?"

"What twisted logic!" Xuan Ci was briefly at a loss for words before finally snorting coldly.

Hearing Song Qingshu's words, Jiumozhi finally let out a breath of relief. It was not as though he did not know Song Qingshu was merely sophisticating, but no matter how absurd the argument was, it was still an excuse, was it not? An excuse was exactly what he needed now.

Affected by Song Qingshu's pointed insinuations, anger surged within Xuan Cheng. His movements inevitably became somewhat sluggish, and as one side waned while the other rose, Jiumozhi immediately pressured him into a fluster. Fortunately, he only needed to protect a few areas such as his eyes. Though Jiumozhi's offensive was