I Can See Your Combat Power-Chapter 1015 - Three Hundred and Nine Walking

Chapter 1015: Chapter Three Hundred and Nine: Walking Nonetheless

Chapter 1015 -Three Hundred and Nine: Walking Nonetheless

“Can it really be done like this? No, no!”

In a moment of temptation, Xu Lao Ying dismissed the thought, shaking his head repeatedly, “This is not the right thing to do!”

Looking at Tang Luo’s stern face, Xu Lao Ying rubbed his hands together, flashing an ingratiating smile, and explained, “I am the Xu Clan of Yuanzhou’s emissary. Although many of my clan members are dissatisfied with me, I am still an example for the younger generation of the Xu Clan.”

“Cousin, you are right. By borrowing the sword intent of my grandfather or father, I could easily establish a mountain and found a sect, but once I do so, I’m effectively telling every hardworking swordsman in the Xu Clan — those young people striving to carve out their own Sword Saint’s path — that they are all fools!”

“I am the Xu Clan’s emissary, and in a way, I represent the highest talent among the young generation of the Xu Clan. Yet if such a person abandons the pursuit of the Sword Saint title, and instead adopts the sword intent from other sword sects to teach, what will other clan members have left to adhere to?”

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“The path of the Sword Saint is indeed becoming increasingly difficult to travel. Countless old sword cultivators have forsaken everything, dedicating their lives to pursuing that elusive awakeness, only to die in obscurity. So much so, that many young swordsmen in Ying City have given up the search, yet there is still that small group of phenomenally talented folks, who invest all their aptitude and energy into the illusory path of the Sword Saint!”

At this point, Xu Lao Ying chuckled again, as if recalling something amusing, “Cousin, did you know? My father, your Uncle Changfeng Sword Saint, was such a man. Before the age of thirty, he practiced only the Supreme Sword Scriptures of all heavens, without cultivating any sword intent, only mastering the innate formless sword aura that shatters the body. He was defeated again and again and even mocked for being a swordsman who only knew sword aura.”

“You know what happened later. The Changfeng Sword Saint, with his uniquely created awakened sword intent, became a peerless emissary. But due to his age, he had to step down after just one year and never even left Ying City.”

With a smile on his face, Xu Lao Ying continued, “People always think that my father stayed in Ying City to reclaim the humiliation of the past, but only our family knew that he was the busiest after achieving the position of emissary, because he had to start practising the existing sword intents. In just three years, he mastered more than thirty sword intents. I remember one year, the whole family was dining together, and my grandfather asked my father why he didn’t first master the existing sword intents to secure the emissary position before understanding sword intents.”

“Father said if he had first cultivated the existing sword intents, he might not have been able to create the awakened sword intent even by the age of fifty or sixty.”

Speaking to this point, Xu Lao Ying sighed, “I always thought it was because of my overwhelming talent that I managed to overcome the lowliest ninth-grade bloodline to seize the emissary title. Now that I think about it, without this bloodline, I might have been buried among the Xu Clan’s group of talented swordsmen.”

“Actually, compared to the innate talent of my grandfather and father in swordsmanship, my own aptitude in the sword path is quite ordinary. It’s just fortune that I can practise the ‘Tongming’ from the four supreme sword bodies, which I’m not too bad at. Coupled with the bloodline traits, they not only allow me to take a step ahead of others but also enhance my mental strength and control when practising the Room Techniques, synergizing with the sword body traits to again take another step ahead.”

With a carefree smile showing off his white teeth, Xu Lao Ying scratched the back of his head and said, “If our sword cultivation and Spiritual Power were equal, I’m afraid I would have long been defeated by others. Perhaps it’s because the Sword Master saw this that he made an exception to bestow upon me the two Divine Artifacts, Emperor’s Void Phoenix and the Weeping Golden Dragon Soul. I used to think it was because of my unparalleled talent. Looking back now, isn’t it a bit ridiculous?”

“What’s gotten into you today?” Tang Luo frowned and said, “You’re as sentimental as a little girl. There’s no such thing as ‘what if’ in this world. Bloodline or talent, if you’re two steps ahead of others, then you’re two steps ahead. These hypotheticals are meaningless. Have you forgotten your own dreams?”

“Tang Luo is right,” Ji Fu also timely agreed, “All the strong people in the world are those who have pushed a certain trait to the extreme. Even if, according to your words, everyone is brought back to the same starting line, the gap will still exist. The gap in comprehension, the gap in one’s constitution, the gap in talent, the gap in self-discipline, even the gap in physique — as long as there are people, this gap will never close. Rather than dwelling on the past glories or misfortunes, it’s better to grasp the present, to see if you can reach the true apex after pushing your own traits to the limit!”

It’s rare in life to have a few close friends, and though Xu Lao Ying had few friends, their quality was extraordinarily high. The sudden emergence of weakness had just surfaced when it was quashed by the continuous and rapid responses from his two brothers.

“We’ve strayed from the point,” Xu Lao Ying scratched his head sheepishly and said, “Actually, what I’m trying to say is, if the Xu Clan emissary gives up on comprehending new sword paths, then it sets a precedent. What if the younger generation of the Xu Clan refuses to understand new sword intents and instead clings to the existing sword intents for sustenance? Wouldn’t the swordsmanship of the Xu Clan then be doomed? That’s why I can’t do it!”

“Either achieve the title of Sword Saint and establish a sect, or fade into obscurity among the mundane — Xu Lao Ying might not be a sage, but I can’t lose face for the emissaries of the Xu Clan’s past generations!”

As he spoke these words, Xu Lao Ying’s face showed a seriousness neither Tang Luo nor Ji Fu had ever seen before — that seriousness was an emotion called responsibility, as well as the courage to move forward despite the odds.

Yet Tang Luo shook his head at this stubbornness, “If you think that by doing one thing by yourself you could doom the grand swordsmanship of the Xu Clan, I don’t know whether to call you overly cautious or too arrogant!”

“It’s just a precaution,” Xu Lao Ying defended proudly, puffing out his chest, “Don’t judge me by my revelries outside; when I return to Ying City, I’m as proper as they come. Many young clan members even look up to me as a role model, I tell you.”

“That’s why you won’t go back, right?” Tang Luo hit the nail on the head, revealing Xu Lao Ying’s boast, then said indifferently, “All right, you’ve said so much, what more can I say? Do as you wish.”

“However,” Tang Luo’s tone shifted, “if one day you change your mind, just let me know.”

“Exactly,” Ji Fu nodded, looking at Xu Lao Ying with approval, “To value honor and disgrace so highly, younger brother is indeed worthy of the name of the Xu Clan emissary. Whether it’s fifty or a hundred years, as long as you achieve the position of Sword Saint, I’ll take care of the trivial matters of establishing a sect for you!”

The so-called blessing in disguise might be when you make a foolish decision that compromises your own interests, and a benefactor sees it and, for a variety of inexplicable reasons, offers you a greater compensation.

Regarding this kind of fortune, Tang Luo could only express his envy.