The temperament of a sword cultivator is hard to cultivate without hundreds of years of daily sword practice.
Even though he wasn't wielding a sword, his gaze would unconsciously linger on the sword in her hand.
Even if it's just for a moment.
"Hmm, I really want to get to know him."
Baili Xijiang became interested and crossed his arms, somewhat excited.
I'm very curious about the purpose of other people hiding their identities.
"Don't you dare. We need to keep a low profile on this trip. Don't cause any trouble."
Qin Xi warned him, and Baili Xijiang had no choice but to regretfully give up.
The group leisurely boarded the dock where the spirit boat was moored.
They were told that the spirit boat would not depart for another hour.
"Let's find an open space to wait." Song Tingwan said, looking around. There were already quite a few cultivators and ordinary people waiting, some standing and some leaning against the wall.
Everyone heard the noise and started looking for a place, but perhaps some people had arrived early, and there wasn't even a place to put a chair.
Suddenly, Baili Xijiang's eyes lit up.
"It's that same person from before!"
The man was standing where the spirit boat was docked, talking to the person selling spirit boat tickets.
The other party seemed impatient and waved him away.
The man sighed regretfully, picked up his bundle again, and prepared to leave.
The young cultivator selling spirit boat tickets sighed in annoyance, then waved him back.
Song Tingwan and the others couldn't help but use their divine senses to listen.
"Hey, this is the last time! I promise I won't pay for your spirit stones again next time!"
The young, even somewhat naive, cultivator was furious.
"Haha, thank you, Little Sheep. I'll definitely pay you back when I earn more spirit stones."
"Look at you, you used to be so... Sigh, never mind, you don't need to return my spirit stones. Uncle Yue, could you teach me swordsmanship next time?"
The child was a little embarrassed and hesitated for a long time before speaking.
The two squatted under the platform where spirit boat tickets were sold. The man called Uncle Yue was taken aback, then his eyes were slightly flustered. He pretended to be relaxed and said, "Your parents know that even my natal sword was broken. I will never touch the art of swordsmanship again."
"But both my parents say that you were comparable to Song Siyao, the sword prodigy of today, when you were young. Why..."
Why abandon even the path you seek?
He has become the decadent and indifferent person he is today.
Uncle Yue chuckled self-deprecatingly, "Having escaped death so far, all I want is to live well."
Being alive is already a blessing.
If he uses swordsmanship, that person will chase after him and kill him.
They finally managed to escape.
Being alive is more important than anything else.
He dared not think of anything else.
Even the swordsmanship that he vowed to pursue for life when he was young.
"Uncle Yue, what happened to you?"
"You're just a kid, don't worry so much. If you want to learn swordsmanship, go ask the Sword Sect. You're old enough, try your luck at the four major sects' apprenticeship competition this year."
"Alright, I will definitely become the number one swordsman in the world!"
"Hahaha, then you'll have to beat the current genius swordsman first. Song Siyao's Demon-Slaying Sword is truly amazing. If it weren't for me... I really would like to spar with her."
There was a moment of silence.
"...Uncle Yue, you still have your heart set on the way of the sword."
"How about you come with me to the Sword Inquiry Sect this year, and we'll ask them for your help?"
Another long silence followed.
Uncle Yue stood up casually and stretched, "Oh dear, the spirit boat is about to depart. I need to go and slaughter a few more pigs for my employer. Maybe if he's in a good mood, he'll reward me with some meat."
The lamb buried its head and covered its face, unable to bear to look.
My parents always said that Uncle Yue was once a very important person.
His parents always spoke of him with great admiration, and even now, despite what Uncle Yue is like... their original intentions remain unchanged.
But--
What kind of peerless swordsman would slaughter pigs for someone?
Is it because of good swordsmanship? Or because he cuts pork so neatly?
He simply couldn't accept it.
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