Fifth

He had once asked Chen Zui about it. Chen Zui was not good at turning the thoughts in his head into words, but he was an exceedingly pure blade cultivator, with almost instinctive intuition in certain matters.

Chen Zui never considered what kind of blade art he needed to cultivate. His blade was simply a pure blade, endlessly honed through chopping, cleaving, sweeping, and slashing. Wen Xu had watched Chen Zui practice his blade. Rather than practicing blade techniques, it was more like training every muscle in his body, so that he could better rely on instinct to wield a blade.

To put it plainly, Chen Zui's blade practice was almost body refinement.

Wen Xu had also tried learning Chen Zui's "blade-control art," only to discover that such precise, instinct-like bursts of power could never be learned without a certain degree of talent.

No wonder Venerable Yanshan had once declared to the outside world that Chen Zui was a born blade cultivator. He seemed to innately understand how to grip a blade. Whenever he struck, not a fraction or hair's breadth would go astray. Faced with such terrifyingly precise control over the body, Wen Xu could only admit himself inferior.

Blades and swords looked similar, but in truth, they were worlds apart.

At that moment, Wen Xu understood. He did not need to become one who controlled the sword, but... a sword wielder who resonated with it. How much power a sword could unleash was not for the sword itself to decide, but for the person holding it.

In essence, whatever he wanted the sword in his hand to be, it could become.

A sword wielder required powerful mastery. At that moment, Wen Xu's Dao became clear and his heart bright. Never before had he sensed the path of the