"What is its name?"
"I call it the Weed-Pulling Chapter."
Sui Zaihua tilted his head. "You call it that? What do you mean? Was the original title lost?"
Shang Huaitong fell silent for a moment, but instead of answering, asked, "...What do you think of this sword art, my lord?"
Sui Zaihua raised his eyes. "As I said, it falls short in sheer intensity, but excels in killing intent."
"I wanted to hear a clear judgment of its standing, my lord."
"A very outstanding sword art within the Clumsy Realm-what would you measure it against?"
"The Shaolong Sword Cultivation Academy."
Sui Zaihua considered briefly. "Then it wouldn't count as outstanding, but you could still use it against your fellow students without suffering for it. In truth, its strengths and weaknesses are both very pronounced. It is by no means mediocre-I believe its ceiling could be raised considerably further. The creator's pursuit of killing intent has left the moves crude. With some refinement, it would be a sword art worth looking at."
Shang Huaitong nodded slowly.
"What, is this your strongest sword art?" Sui Zaihua asked, raising his eyes.
The man cupped his fist, his expression composed. "Lord Sui, this is a sword art I created."
"..." Sui Zaihua lifted his head, his eyes opening wide.
Countless people around the grounds felt their throats tighten.
In theory, someone in the Clumsy Realm was indeed qualified to create a sword art, but beyond one's attainment in the Sword Dao, creating one required experience, time, discernment... and, most importantly, inspiration.
The establishment of a true sword art was often measured in decades.
This man on the grounds had entered the Clumsy Realm only three years ago. Merely executing that difficult sword move precisely had already earned the old man's praise, yet now he