Shi Feiyang intended to take the Nanming Li Fire Sword. He had calculated all the karmic connections involved with great clarity, so he should be able to obtain it without trouble.
As for the affair between the Bodhidharma Patriarch and Monk Guiyi, he had little concern about that either. Magic Treasures were essentially tools. Why eat with your hands when you had chopsticks? Why walk when you had a carriage? Once you could dine on rosy clouds and sustain yourself on qi, you would naturally no longer need chopsticks. Once you could soar through the heavens and burrow through the earth, you would naturally no longer need a carriage.
The old monk Guiyi had treated his gold-inlaid chopsticks as a treasure. He could already abstain from food, yet he still kept his chopsticks, and every time he saw them, he felt hungry. Thus, he could never truly achieve abstinence, and his cultivation remained stuck, unable to reach perfection. There had been no demonic obstacle to begin with; he had made his own obstacle and his own demon, wasting Bai Bai nineteen years before realizing this truth.
When Shi Feiyang had read the book back then, he had thought little of this, especially how master and disciple had feared their descendants would treasure the sword again. One had wanted to destroy it, while the other had wanted to abandon it. First they had regarded it as a rare heirloom treasure, then as a demonic object that obstructed cultivation. In truth, as Bodhidharma had said, there had originally been no demon, nor was the sword a demon. It had become one through his covetous attachment. Though called a Sword Demon, it was really a demon of the heart.
Shi Feiyang intended to establish his own sect and found the Nation of Ten