The Sword Saint's philosophy of cultivation was that the highest goodness was like water, and one should follow Heaven's will. Both Zhang Sanfeng and the Wine Sword Immortal frowned when they heard it. The Wine Sword Immortal thought of Qing'er. His senior brother had abandoned her because of that same bullshit philosophy, and even when she turned into a stone statue to suppress the Water Demon Beast, his senior brother had not gone to help.
If cultivation meant becoming like that, then he, Mo Yixi, would rather never attain the Dao.
"Fellow Daoist, I disagree," Zhang Sanfeng said. "Cultivation is inherently an act of defying Heaven. If we simply follow Heaven's will, why cultivate at all? Even if we ultimately succeed, we will remain bound by the Heavenly Dao, unable to act as we wish. When our thoughts cannot flow freely, inner demons can easily take root. Besides, what is the Dao? Its ultimate destination is absolute freedom, unfettered existence. If following Heaven's will means going against our own hearts, does that not contradict the very essence of the Dao?"
"Well said! Fellow Daoist Zhang, you truly are a man who follows his heart. Cultivators should be like Master Zhang, acting freely and remaining true to themselves," the Wine Sword Immortal said, clapping in approval.
"Was I truly wrong?" the Sword Saint murmured to himself.
Zhang Sanfeng smiled. "I believe my words have already touched your soul, fellow Daoist. I need say no more. I trust you will reach your own understanding. For now, I must take my leave. My disciple is still waiting for me."
The Sword Saint nodded. "I will give your words serious thought. Junior brother, see our fellow Daoist out for me."
The Wine Sword Immortal nodded and followed Zhang Sanfeng out of the hall. When