Illusion

Uncle Ning Suxin had not expected matters to go so smoothly. When he had first brought Ye Tian here, he had even prepared himself to use other means to see whether he could persuade his sword-crazed Senior Brother Li to change his mind if he refused.

Now, he had instead become superfluous. Fortunately, Senior Brother Li had already agreed. Ye Tian's trip to conduct this trade should now proceed without a hitch.

"You clearly possess sword-dao talent no weaker than Liang Wensheng, Zhou Jian, or Li Jingguang's, yet you insist on wasting your thoughts on all sorts of trivial matters, squandering your cultivation for nothing. And now? Your sword core has shattered. Even if you recuperate properly, it will be difficult for you to return to your former peak, much less climb a hundred-foot pole and advance another step, breaking through the Nascent Soul bottleneck. Instead of properly reflecting on yourself, what are you still standing here for?!" When he turned back, the elegant and graceful Li Jianchi raised a brow, his face once more covered in frost, and unceremoniously berated Uncle Ning Suxin again.

"Senior Brother Li's lesson is correct." Uncle Ning Suxin gave a bitter laugh and did not argue.

"In any case, this old man will soon be leaving the sect with little friend Ye. The Sword Collection Pavilion will be without a guard for the moment, so stay here and watch it for me through the night. The pavilion contains numerous sword intents. Though most follow the Path of Slaughter, there are still quite a few gentle sword intents. Your sword dao ultimately accords with the Heavenly Sword Sect's sword dao. As long as you are willing to cast aside distracting thoughts and peacefully sense those gentle sword intents, using them to nourish your fractured sword