Chapter 148

The wind was his best pair of eyes.

It was the height of summer, yet the Heaven-Shattering Sword Sect remained cold as winter. But Wen Xu had long grown accustomed to the eternal wind and snow of Springless Peak. Now, standing beneath the Shatter-Heaven Sword, he actually felt an eerie familiarity.

This place gave him a sense of profound calm. Though it gleamed with the sharpness of clashing metal, it was unexpectedly reassuring.

And at that very moment, a streak of Sword Qi bearing the keenness of clashing steel locked onto him. With Wen Xu's cultivation, he had nowhere to evade and no way to break free.

He was pinned in place. Even with his eyes shut, he still "saw" a sword display that was utterly exhilarating.

That was right—there was only the sword, no person. The sword moves followed the body, followed the wind, followed heaven, earth, and all things—everything except the cultivator. This was—

Wen Xu's breathing came slightly ragged. At that moment, he could hear no other sound. All he could see were the breathtakingly brilliant, almost bizarre sword moves before him. This truly pushed a cultivator to the limit. If one relied solely on instinct to wield a spiritual sword, it simply... even cultivators could not do it, could they?

But if the wind did it, then—

It was effortless.

Wen Xu understood at once. This was a sword art crafted specifically for Wind Spiritual Roots. Its forms were intricate and its attacks tricky. To master it thoroughly would certainly demand immense effort. Yet his hand trembled. He could not stop himself from wanting to pick up a sword and move along with it!

And of course, he did exactly that.

The Windfold Fan transformed into the Windfold Sword at his will. This sword art could