Ye Tian knew that Li Jianhua had at most read this far before giving up on the book, dismissing it as the ravings of a madman.
In truth, if Ye Tian had not possessed such astonishing insight and sensitivity toward the Sword Dao, he would have thought the same.
He had been a scholar before becoming a cultivator. He understood the principle of seeking harmony while preserving differences. Thus, although even he, a cultivator who had taken up the path halfway through life, found the contents written here shockingly outrageous, he continued reading. Gradually, he sensed its uniqueness and even came to feel that, from every angle, the master of this Sword Scripture had undoubtedly been a genius—merely one whose way of thinking was peculiar and intolerable to the worldly.
After watching Jin Bunian's classic battle against the war frog, he became even more certain of this.
In short, this great master believed that nearly all cultivators had misunderstood the Sword Dao. They had utterly misunderstood the Dao Ancestor's understanding of the Sword Dao.
On that point alone, the master of the Sword Scripture would have been besieged by thousands upon thousands of sword cultivators across the world. Those skilled in swordsmanship were equally skilled at smashing up someone's grounds—how could they tolerate anyone looking down on the Sword Dao they took such pride in?
This great master also said that Sword Qi was fundamentally not part of the Sword Dao. It was merely the application of spiritual power to a certain degree and amounted to nothing. Even Sword Radiance, the advanced form of Sword Qi, was no more than children playing house. No matter how deftly one played with it, before a true master of swordsmanship, one would only be beaten until one fled with one's head in one's