What the Sword Dao Is Is Defined by the Strong

Jiang Ding closed his eyes and took a long time to steady his emotions.

After a long while,

he opened his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Yu, forgive my display."

Jiang Ding descended from the sky and said with slight apology, "You are too powerful. You made me feel the threat of life and death, so I overreacted somewhat. Please do not take offense."

On the ground, strands of dark-green spiritual light had appeared from nowhere in the void and settled onto Yu Qianzi.

Her ruptured skin, broken bones, and torn meridians—even flesh that had been reduced to powder—began to recover. A higher-order power was treating her, the sort that left no lingering consequences.

As a hostage, Yu Qianzi enjoyed an extremely high level of security within the Immortal Sect.

It could be said that so long as the Immortal Sect's strategy did not change, even suicide would be exceedingly difficult for her. The power of a Golden Core cultivator was still far too weak.

"Great Sun Sword Heir,"

"those words do not sound like they came from a sword cultivator."

Yu Qianzi stood up, using mana to mend her damaged moon-white palace gown and cover her snow-white skin. She sighed softly. "Sword duels decide victory and defeat, and sometimes life and death as well. That is utterly ordinary. No pure sword dao sect would ever blame someone over a duel between those of the same realm."

"It would invite the mockery of one's peers and the disappointment of one's elders."

"It is only that... you used an external aid—I still hold to that view. It made this sword duel no longer pure, and I cannot help but regret it."

"Regret, is that so?"

Jiang Ding neither agreed nor disagreed. Smiling, he said, "Then from now on, I will practice my swordsmanship