Every time Ye Tian swung his sword in the room, he recited a passage of a sage's words.
Feeling the plain, weighty spiritual power within those sacred words and savoring that indescribable sensation, Ye Tian's swordsmanship slowly gained streaks of sharpness. Even without using spiritual energy, he felt it carried several degrees more momentum than before.
Yes, momentum. The sword moves were exactly the same as before, yet an invisible, intangible aura that seized the soul had been mixed into them. Ye Tian finally understood why the Sword Dao valued the heart above all else: a sword could also give direct voice to the intentions within one's chest.
After a while, Ye Tian sheathed his longsword. He felt utterly exhilarated, with an unprecedented sense of hearty, sweeping release.
Without rising in haste, Ye Tian carefully savored that feeling from just now. Then he poured spiritual energy into the longsword and forcefully urged it forward. A flash of white light passed, and a slash had appeared on the wall before him.
"So fast." Ye Tian was inwardly startled.
Unfortunately, Ye Tian had no proper sword-control technique. Otherwise, the power of his sword moves could have increased severalfold. Even now, the longsword's power was no weaker than ordinary Sword Qi, yet he had used very little spiritual energy. No wonder the Sword Dao could multiply one's killing power several times over. This was equivalent to increasing the amount of spiritual energy in disguise.
Still, Ye Tian would not naively believe that improving his swordsmanship meant he could ignore gaps in cultivation. Though a good sword-control path could make up for differences in cultivation to a certain degree, one had to know that once cultivation reached a certain level, spiritual energy would undergo a qualitative transformation. At that point, its power would increase