"Can one attain enlightenment by fighting for interests or for oneself?"
Mei Yixin said, "Selfish people, even if they are lucky enough to break through to the Ming Realm, are still at the lowest level."
“Master, you are mistaken.” Black Hand Lu Gang shook his head: “Everyone is selfish. Fighting is a matter of life and death. In essence, it is about killing others to protect oneself. You are all wrong about the cultivation method of battle qi. I am right.”
"The so-called heroic spirits of your ancestors are nothing more than spiritual imprints left in the spiritual energy, which are equivalent to pollution. You should overcome them and take me as the leader. This is the right path."
Mei Yixin stood up and picked up the straight sword that was resting on her knees.
"Those who fight for themselves will always encounter an invisible ceiling and be unable to improve. Those who fight for something bigger have unlimited potential."
Lu Gang, the Black Hand, smiled and said, "Scholars engage in verbal battles, but warriors should speak with their swords."
"The second matter is precisely for this purpose. I urge the old man to cut off his right arm, seclude himself here, and not disturb the world." Black Hand Lu Gang said, "If not, I am willing to discuss the Dao with you and have a fair fight to decide the right and wrong of the Dao with swords and life and death."
At this moment, the young gatekeeper who had overheard these words at the bottom of the stairs could no longer contain himself and rushed up, pointing at Lu Gang, the Black Hand, and said: "How shameless! How old are you, and how old is the master! How dare you talk about a fair fight!"
“The most fair thing is life and death, regardless of external differences, age, gender, or cultivation level.” Black Hand Lu Gang said quietly without even looking at him.
"Go down," the old woman Mei Yixin said to the gatekeeper.
He then drew his straight sword from his waist, gripped it with both hands, and tilted it forward.
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