Chapter 53: Your big brother was telling the truth when he said swinging the sword millions of times and crushing the mountain with one strike.
Lin Chongxiao!
The genius of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect who had made Tuoba Cheng not accept a direct disciple for ten years.
Instructor Lin’s eldest brother, Lin Chongxiao, had made him swing his sword for ten years.
“Thank you for helping my brother break through his confusion and giving him a chance to turn back.”
In the image within his mind, Lin Chongxiao looked at Han Muye again.
Han Muye had observed thousands of swords, but this was the first time he saw an image with its own consciousness.
Looking at Lin Chongxiao in the image, he did not know how to reply.
“You, are you really Lin Chongxiao?”
He spoke in a low voice. It was unknown if Lin Chongxiao could hear him in his mind.
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Chongxiao nodded, then shook his head.
“I’m Lin Chongxiao, but also not him.”
“I’m just a trace of Lin Chongxiao’s obsession that can’t bear to dissipate and had hidden in the sword.”
“All these years, I was able to remain because of the nourishment of my younger brother’s soul and my obsession.”
At this point, Lin Chongxiao said in a low voice, “Fellow Daoist, you can treat me as a sword spirit or a remnant thought.”
“I’m no threat to you, Fellow Daoist, and I’m powerless to threaten you.”
“If you hadn’t activated it with your sword Qi, I wouldn’t have been able to communicate with you.”
Lin Chongxiao was smart. He knew that for cultivators, their own safety was the most important.
If Lin Chongxiao was a threat to Han Muye’s safety, Han Muye would immediately think of a way to destroy him.
Looking at the image in his mind, Han Muye suddenly let go of the sword.
Lin Chongxiao wanted to say something else, but he could only dissipate helplessly.
The image dissipated, leaving nothing behind.
It seemed that Lin Chongxiao was right. He was only a remnant soul and was no threat to him.
Holding the sword hilt again, Lin Chongxiao appeared, smiling bitterly with his hands wide open.
“Fellow Daoist, I’m relying on you to activate your sword Qi for me to appear. Once the sword Qi is withdrawn, I’ll dissipate.”
At this point, he looked up and bowed sincerely. “Fellow Daoist, please help me enlighten my brother. Don’t let him end his path to cultivation.”
‘Enlighten Instructor Lin?’
Han Muye pondered for a moment and said in a low voice, “How do I give him pointers?”
“He spent ten years cultivating bitterly and his Dao heart has shattered. I’m afraid he won’t have the chance to increase his cultivation level in this life.”
The current Han Muye was no longer a novice at cultivation.
If one cultivated without their own Dao heart, then no matter how many years they spent, it would be futile.
Lin Shen was like this.
“Fellow Daoist, I didn’t make up the story of swinging the sword millions of times and crushing the mountain with one strike.”
Lin Chongxiao spoke softly.
“Back then, my senior brothers and I explored a secret place and obtained some incomplete cultivation techniques. There were records of this particular technique.”
“I know that Brother Shen’s aptitude is insufficient, so before I died, I instructed him to cultivate this technique to make up for his lack of talent.”
“I left a wisp of my remnant soul in the sword to help him cultivate.”
“It’s just that,” Lin Chongxiao said with a bitter smile, “I didn’t expect Brother Shen to directly cultivate this technique instead of complementing it with others.”
“He doesn’t have high enough cultivation to activate my remnant soul, so I can only remain helplesss.”
This was really a coincidence.
Lin Chongxiao did not hesitate to leave his remnant soul in the sword to help Lin Shen.
In the end, Lin Shen was so obsessed with cultivating the move that Lin Chongxiao had mentioned that he neglected his own cultivation, causing his cultivation to be insufficient and unable to activate his remnant soul.
“I originally thought that with my strength, I could help Brother Shen establish his Dao foundation in ten years and become the direct disciple of Three Stones House.”
“In that case, my wish is fulfilled.”
In the image, loneliness flashed across Lin Chongxiao’s face. Then, he cupped his hands and said, “Fellow Daoist, to be able to condense such thick sword Qi, your sword cultivation must be extraordinary.”
“Fellow Daoist, please enlighten my brother.”
Looking at Lin Chongxiao, Han Muye did not speak.
Although his sword cultivation was not as high as Lin Chongxiao thought, with his maximum-level comprehension, it was not difficult for him to enlighten Lin Shen.
However, he was a little surprised to activate Lin Chongxiao’s remnant soul in the sword that day.
There were tens of thousands of swords hidden in the Sword Pavilion. How many swords had remnant souls left?
If these remnant souls had obsessions and asked him to fulfill their wishes, would he have to agree to them one by one?
He couldn’t have completed all of them.
However, he was the one who exposed Lin Shen’s Dao heart. He could not bear to watch Lin Shen end his cultivation path just like that.
“Fellow Daoist, the secret place where the incomplete cultivation technique came from was very magical. If Fellow Daoist can help me, I’m willing to tell you the location of this secret place.”
In the image, Lin Chongxiao spoke again.
“The only thing I can offer as a remnant soul is this secret.”
The secret place where he discovered the cultivation technique.
The technique was not ordinary. There might be other good things in such a secret place.
This could be considered a deal.
If Lin Chongxiao could pay the price and he helped him, it would not be in vain.
In the future, if he had to fulfill wishes for the remnant souls, there would be guidelines to follow.
“Okay.”
Han Muye nodded, reached for the sword, and turned to leave.
When he reached the door, Lu Gao was slightly stunned to see him come out with a sword.
“I’m going to walk around.”
Han Muye walked straight down the nine stone steps.
As he watched him go, Lu Gao turned to look at the Sword Pavilion. Then confusion flashed across his face.
“I’m just the gatekeeper of the Sword Pavilion, not a Sword Caretaker…”
At the entrance of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, a green wooden carriage stopped under the signboard.
Lin Yuxia, who was wearing a pink dress, stood beside the carriage and looked at Lin Shen, who was sitting in front of the carriage.
“Second Brother, are you really willing to leave the mountain?”
Lin Yuxia looked at the thin Lin Shen and said softly with heartache.
“Hehe, what’s wrong with going down the mountain?” Lin Shen laughed and turned to look at the tall gate behind him. His eyes flashed with pain.
“Forget it. I’ll go back and live a good life. When you come home next time, you might be able to hold your little nephew.”
Lin Shen grinned, but the corners of his eyes were moist.
“I remember. You said that when my son grows up, you’ll lead him in cultivation.”
Lin Yuxia bit her lip and nodded gently with tears in her eyes.
It was extremely painful for anyone to end their cultivation path in their lifetime.
“Then, Second Brother, are you really not going to say goodbye to Uncle-Master Tuoba and the others?” Lin Yuxia looked around and said softly.
Lin Shen left quietly without informing anyone. He didn’t even bid farewell to his master.
“I’m not Big Brother. Master won’t care about him.” Lin Shen shook his head and raised his hand to straighten the reins.
“Girl, compete well at the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s gathering. This is a good opportunity to become famous.”
“Don’t ruin Big Brother’s reputation like me.”
Lin Yuxia nodded, and tears finally rolled down her face.
“Haha, we sword cultivators are invincible among our peers.”
“Swinging the sword millions of times and crushing the mountain with one strike.”
“Ten years of naught. I’ve finally woken up from the dream—”
With a jerk of the reins, the carriage moved slowly forward.
The ruts creaked on the limestone.
Large tears rolled down Lin Shen’s eyes. He gently turned around and looked at the tall door behind him.
Nine Mystic Sword Sect.
This might be the last time he saw it in his life.
“Instructor Lin.”
At that moment, a voice sounded.
Dressed in a white robe and holding a large sword, Han Muye walked briskly through the courtyard to the carriage.
Lin Shen grabbed the reins and chuckled. “It’s rare. I thought no one would send me off.”
“I’m not here to see you off.”
Han Muye shook his head and raised the sword in his hand.
“Your brother was telling the truth when he said swinging the sword millions of times and crushing the mountain with one strike.”
“Do you still want to cultivate it?”