"Brother Yan, you still haven't told me the direct reason the Sword-Grinding Sect has so few disciples. Is the path of a Sword Cultivator truly so difficult, or are people with the necessary talent simply too rare?" Wang Yu was also somewhat astonished by how many True Disciples the Green Water Palace had, but he still asked in puzzlement.
"Fellow Daoist Wang, all I can say is that talent for sword cultivation is only the basic requirement for joining the Sword-Grinding Sect. To become a disciple, the most important thing is that you must first be a madman. And to become a true Sword Cultivator of the Sword-Grinding Sect, you must be a madman among madmen." At his question, Yan Lingxiang seemed to recall something terrifying and answered slowly.
"Brother Yan, isn't that a little exaggerated?" Wang Yu's expression shifted slightly.
"Heh heh, have you ever heard of a Foundation Establishment Realm Immortal Cultivator who ventured alone into the heart of the Demon Beast Territory just to test the sharpness of a newly forged flying sword, washed thirteen Demon Beast lairs in blood, and slew over a thousand Demon Beasts, only to flee back to Human Race territory with his last breath after even his cultivation realm had fallen?
"Have you ever heard of a Golden Core True Person who, to cultivate some Heartless Sword Art, deliberately swallowed large quantities of Soul-Losing Pills to wipe away every memory of his past, completely forgetting all his loved ones, then spent over a hundred years in seclusion before finally emerging with the art mastered?
"There was even a Sword Cultivator who, to forge a Life-Bound Flying Sword linked to his own flesh and blood, sliced flesh and scraped bone from his body every day to feed into the flying sword as materials.