Passing Down the Sword

Taiji Sword Scripture!

Even as ignorant and ill-informed as Gao Xian was, he had heard of the illustrious name of the Taiji Sword Scripture. This art was hailed as the foremost sword scripture of the Nine Provinces.

The sword transformed into Taiji, encompassing the cosmos.

What sword cultivator in the Nine Provinces did not know this supreme secret canon of the sword?

What sword cultivator could resist the temptation of the Taiji Sword Scripture?

Gao Xian felt a little regretful that he had agreed too quickly. That was the Taiji Sword Scripture! If Wuji Sword Venerable truly wished to pass this sword scripture on to him, changing sects would be nothing at all.

Had Lu Bu not been called the slave of three surnames, recognizing fathers everywhere? Yet that had not stopped him from being the greatest under heaven!

Lianyun, Qingyun, Wanfeng, Xuamning—he had only joined four families. Switching to a fifth would be no great matter. Alas, alas. He had already promised that old man Xuanyang, so it would not be good to go back on his word now.

Daoist Lord Xuanyang saw Gao Xian's hesitation as well. Amused, he said, "Boy, your word must count."

"Of course."

With a grave expression, Gao Xian said, "Though I was born lowly, I know that a person's foundation lies in benevolence, righteousness, propriety, and trust. Others have always owed me; I have never owed anyone else.

"Besides, the Founder has treated me with such kindness. How could I fail to know good from bad? Even if the Taiji Sword Scripture is the number-one sword scripture of the Nine Provinces, it cannot shake my loyalty to the Founder and the sect."

Daoist Lord Xuanyang was even more pleased. Gao Xian's words were somewhat exaggerated, but they were not false.

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