What is sword intent?

"Sword intent is a sword cultivator's understanding of their own weapon."

It is a state of being.

Meaning is the unity of form, spirit, emotion, and reason; the harmony of the illusory and the real; the existent and the nonexistent; it arises from the unexpected and is contained within the image.

Wan Zhi slowly explained to her from the side, "Before I crossed the ocean to the territory of the demonic cultivators, the martial arts cultivators at that time did not care about the cultivation of sword intent."

However, sword intent is an extension of the origin that only arises when a sword cultivator reaches an unprecedented level in the realm of swordsmanship.

This origin belongs only to the sword.

The extension to this understanding of the sword reaches an even higher level, at which point one can unleash its inherent characteristics, achieving victory without fixed forms. Everything originates from the heart, merging with the sword, allowing the weapon to unleash unprecedented power.

Jia Xitong sat on the threshold of the dilapidated house, listening to Wan Zhi's explanation of what sword intent was.

She didn't fully understand, but that didn't stop her from recognizing that Shang Yanting was doing something very meaningful to him.

Good.

Jia Xitong stood up and stretched, then looked at the Xingxing that had been playing by the stream.

They really aren't coming.

Now that we've come all the way to the cultivation grounds of five future god-level experts, we can't leave empty-handed.

Her gaze moved from the stream to the house behind it, and she stepped into the room, which was now covered in mud and overgrown with weeds.

This house can't be cleaned; it can only be rebuilt.

Jia Xitong took out a shovel and a spade and began to move soil outside.

Seeing this, Wanzhi, who was lying on the ground, exclaimed, "No way! How could someone as noble as you do such menial chores?"

There was a hint of sarcasm in that tone.

"You, as a proud princess, personally sweep and clean; while that slave can cultivate in peace."

With such a noble status, shouldn't he prioritize you in everything he does?

This heavy shovel will roughen your delicate palms, and this shovel full of dirt will make your arms look ugly.

You shouldn't be doing such shoddy work.

Just as Shang Yanting had thought, this Wan Zhi, who claimed to be a magical artifact, began to sow discord while he was away.

However, it seems he misunderstood.

He only saw Shang Yanting taking whatever he wanted from Jia Xitong, and he only saw Shang Yanting's meticulous care for Jia Xitong.

He didn't know that Jia Xitong's title of "Raccoon Princess" was self-proclaimed, nor did he know that Shang Yanting not only had the title of "Black Dragon Slave" but also the title of "Black Dragon Knight."

He only saw her as a high and mighty princess and a lowly slave; a pampered good-for-nothing who knew nothing and a slave genius who had nothing.

There is also a clear romantic relationship between the two.

There's so much to explore here.

The conflict between them was natural; it only needed to be slightly intensified, and lovers could turn into enemies, and true love could turn into mortal foes.

Omniscient.

A notorious magical artifact from the demon realm.

He was not only well-versed in the affairs of the world, but also had a thorough understanding of eight aspects of them.

Moreover, I enjoy seeing people who have their own interests betrayed by everyone and suffer many misfortunes.

At this moment, Wan Zhi felt that this innocent and naive little princess in front of him was not someone he could easily control.

"Yeah, right!"

Jia Xitong held the shovel, deeply agreeing with his words.

"This raccoon princess is of noble birth; how dare she clean here!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Wan Zhi deeply agreed, saying, "These things should be done by those lowly servants."

His gaze drifted to Shang Yanting, who was pondering sword intent on the cliff face in the distance outside the door, and a sinister smile appeared on his face.

The next second

A plate was placed on his head.

What is it?

Wan Zhi looked up, but was stopped by Jia Xitong beside him, who exclaimed excitedly, "Don't move!"

She raised her hands to stop him, and said to Wan Zhi's puzzled gaze, "How can you, a lowly servant, be so leisurely when I, the princess, am working?"

Lowly servants...

Wan Zhi was shocked to hear Jia Xitong's description of him, never expecting that he himself was the clown.

"Your Highness, it's not that I don't want to help you, but I have no hands or feet, I'm just a magical artifact."

"Even if you don't have hands and feet, you still have a head, right?"

Jia Xitong pointed to the plate she had placed on his head and said, "You'd better hold it up for me. If it falls, I'll bury your head in the ground and use the bottom of the jar to hold things."

That's just how violent we are.

Wan Zhi was dumbfounded; he never expected Jia Xitong to act so unpredictably.

It was his first time balancing a plate on his head, and he wasn't quite skilled enough. He was about to say something, but before he could utter a word, the plate slipped off his head.

With a snap.

The plate fell.

Although the plate didn't break when it fell onto the mound of dirt that Jia Xitong had piled up, the small handkerchief inside was soiled, and the ice dew was poured out.

Jia Xitong held the shovel and looked at Wan Zhi.

Wan Zhi looked at Jia Xitong.

He thought to himself that the princess seemed easy to talk to, and surely she wouldn't actually bury him in a pit.

Jia Xitong is already looking for a place to bury him.

Head down, bottom up.

Wan Zhi never expected that Jia Xitong would be such a person of action, putting his head in the pit and then shoveling soil into it one inch at a time.

"etc!"

"I know I was wrong."

"Grandma, please don't do this. I'll die if my head is buried."

Evil people will be punished by reckless people.

Jia Xitong didn't stop. "You're just a magical artifact. You'll only break, not die."

This person is really...

He's not stupid when he should be, and he's not smart when he should be.

"My dear princess, please don't bury me in the ground."

"I will really do my best to carry the plate for you."

"I'm sorry, please..."

Wan Zhi, who had done many bad things by taking advantage of his special status, experienced for the first time the feeling of begging for help from his father and grandmother. However, he was still buried for a while before Jia Xitong pulled him out of the ground.

Wan Zhi has become honest.

At this moment, everyone began to realize that Jia Xitong was not stupid at all; she was deliberately pretending to be that way, playing dumb to fool others.

Once Wanzhi calmed down, he carried the plate on his head again, which initially only contained a small handkerchief and a small cup of water.

Later, some snacks were added.

Later, there were more types of paper money.

The things were getting more and more cluttered, and Wan Zhi's neck was getting stiffer and stiffer. He didn't dare to move at all, wishing his head and the plate were fused together.

Even so, this woman was still not satisfied.

She suddenly blurted out, "Know everything, sing a song."

Sing?

What do you take his omniscience for?

"Sorry, I can't sing."

Wan Zhi was angry, but dared not show it, and said in a stiff tone.

The next second, he was met with Jia Xitong's indifferent comment.

"Won't?

Do you think I, Princess Raccoon, am some kind of fool you can easily fool?

You, a supposedly all-knowing person, don't even know a single song?

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