"To be honest, the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion really put on a spectacular show this time..."
There are thousands of rooms of all sizes prepared for the martial arts heroes who received the invitations.
The room he acquired under the identity of Liu Yong, the Silver Spear, was clearly furnished at a considerable cost.
Moreover, the leaders of Wanjian Pavilion are now quite business-minded. I heard that in a few days, you'll have to pay a donation to get into the ceremony.
"Good heavens, just thinking about this makes me angry. Why can't I, Bai Xiaosheng, be invited by you?"
This is outrageous! It's absolutely outrageous! Even the Demonic Sect sent a few people. How can a good person like me not be allowed to come?
Fortunately, this is the time to take initiative. I'll rest for a bit; I still have work to do tonight.
After confirming the room numbers of the people who had spoken ill of him to his face, as well as the locations of several members of the Demonic Sect, Han Feiyu prepared to rest.
Lying in bed, he pondered how to use this opportunity to gain enough benefits for himself.
The Pavilion Master of the Myriad Swords Pavilion, the protagonist of this incident, is indeed a powerful figure standing at the top of his own path.
Unlike the storyteller's path, which has virtually no branches and few niche paths developed by experts, the sword path is very popular.
(Han Feiyu: You can't say that! Our storytelling path is booming right now!)
Putting everything else aside, wielding a sword looks cool, and those with weapons are stronger in combat than those who are unarmed. The sight of a sword being unleashed with a casual swing is so visually appealing that it overshadows the opponent.
In the martial arts world, sects that use swordsmanship as their core skill definitely account for more than 10% of all martial arts.
This has led to a problem: the kendo path is chaotic.
The storyteller's path is a straight stick; anyone who has their own understanding of the storyteller's tradition can embark on the path and keep moving forward.
However, the path of swordsmanship is like a huge thicket, with relatively weaker branches and schools having low development, while the strongest schools are located at the highest point.
So far, there's not much of a problem. The key issue is that the founders of each school, based on their understanding of swordsmanship, locked down the branches they created.
The sect's mantras and techniques are the keys to unlocking the corresponding branches of the sword path. Without these, you can only study the experience of independent cultivators and slowly explore on your own.
What this Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion wants to do is to integrate these sword techniques and make the path of swordsmanship a straight road to heaven without any detours.
His Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion will become the only choice for swordsmen throughout the world in the future.
This practice caused dissatisfaction among many people, but after the Master of Wanjian Pavilion came to reason with them, they voluntarily handed over their sect's secret manuals.
(Some sects: I have no objection.)
“The path with a high level of development is different. Unlike us storytellers, I still have to work hard little by little.”
"That's wonderful! If that guy becomes the patriarch of swordsmanship, future sword cultivators will be truly blessed."
The Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion isn't doing charity work by unifying the paths of swordsmanship.
Han Feiyu could foresee that in the future, sword cultivators would have to buy swords from the Myriad Swords Pavilion to enter the ranks, choose cultivation techniques designated by the Myriad Swords Pavilion, and use medicines carefully selected by the Myriad Swords Pavilion for their cultivation...
The sword cultivator's good fortune is coming.
"Tsk tsk tsk, compared to these 'great philanthropists,' I'm just a simple child."
No, I'm still a child. At my age, they should respect the elderly and care for the young.
Perhaps something is about to happen, so Han Feiyu's mind is full of strange and random thoughts.
They ate dinner arranged by Wanjian Pavilion, until the sun went down, and until night fell.
"It's time to get some exercise, how about a walk after dinner?"
He opened his eyes and opened the door to the guest room. The corridor was quiet, but he could sense that there was still some activity around him.
Perhaps it's another corridor after the corner, perhaps one of the guest rooms, or maybe somewhere upstairs or downstairs.
With so many martial arts masters gathered together, there's one more problem to solve than just watching the show.
Many people have some grudges or hatreds, so they might as well take this opportunity to settle their scores and grievances.
Hatred is a two-way street. If one side holds back for some reason, the result will still be the same as the other side's action: one of them will die.
Perhaps this was also the idea of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion: to let these experts fight among themselves, and maybe those hidden among them who wanted to attack their pavilion master would also be wiped out in the process.
"No, Fiery Palm, we two shouldn't have any grudges against each other, right?"
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