Chapter 562
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Chapter 562: Being Honest With Each Other!
“The Saint Martial Assembly happens only once every thirty years. During each assembly, the major powers and the Sacred Mountain contribute valuable treasures and elixirs. If someone can demonstrate exceptional performance, they will be rewarded generously. The assembly also serves as a hidden competition among the major mountain gates.”
Situ Muyang spoke with excitement and continued, “Boss Su Yi, when the time comes, we’ll definitely be able to dominate and engage in a great battle with the disciples of the major powers and mountain gates. We will show them just how powerful we are!”
Su Yi managed a small smile, but deep inside, an inexplicable sense of silence overtook him.
A short while later, the flying demon beast mount arrived at Sky Sword Peak.
Rather than leading Su Yi to the grand hall of Sky Sword Peak, Situ Muyang guided him to a peaceful, ancient courtyard on the back mountain.
They both dismounted the flying demon beast. Su Yi took in the tranquil surroundings—old-style buildings and a serene atmosphere enveloped the area.
“Come inside. My father is probably waiting for you. It seems he has something he wishes to discuss. I won’t accompany you,” said Situ Muyang, sticking out his tongue playfully before walking away.
Su Yi’s expression subtly shifted. He straightened his clothes, took a deep breath to compose himself, and walked into the building.
The stone floor was simple and worn, and the interior of the building exuded an antique charm, giving off a quiet, serene vibe with the signs of age.
After walking down a corridor, Su Yi found himself in a small side hall. He looked around with curiosity.
The side hall displayed several old paintings and swords hanging on the walls, along with a few worn-out chairs.
“Come into the study, there’s no need to feel constrained,” a voice called from inside.
Su Yi looked up and heard the voice of Sect Leader Situ Liuyun.
Hearing that, Su Yi slowly entered the room. As soon as he stepped in, he was greeted by a pleasant fragrance.
Inside, finely crafted tables and chairs made from high-quality sandalwood adorned the space, intricately carved with patterns that gave off a delicate, timeless charm.
Near the window, a long table held a few sheets of rice paper, with brushes resting on an inkstone.
Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow across the long table. A strong, tall figure stood at the table, passionately creating brushstrokes.
Su Yi looked up and saw someone diligently writing on the rice paper with a brush. To his surprise, a large, clear “sword” character was taking form.
With graceful strokes and swift movements, Situ Liuyun, the sect leader of the Divine Sword School, finished writing. As he lowered his brush, he turned his head, revealing a face marked by authority and wisdom.
Situ Liuyun glanced at Su Yi, his lips curving into a gentle smile.
“The sect leader.”
Su Yi bowed respectfully, feeling an unfamiliar weight of pressure whenever standing before Situ Liuyun.
“No need for further formalities. You are a disciple of Elder Su. According to the rankings of the Divine Sword School, your position is even higher than mine.”
Situ Liuyun’s eyes flickered as he looked at Su Yi, his gaze both purposeful and inadvertent. He smiled and asked, “Has Elder Su ever spoken to you about these matters?”
“Elder Su never mentioned these things, but as the sect leader, it is right for disciples to show respect.”
Su Yi maintained a calm expression, but he could sense that Situ Liuyun’s words carried a deeper meaning.
“Hahaha…”
Situ Liuyun chuckled softly and then said, “Elder Su is a quiet and reserved person. It’s fate that you were able to become his disciple.”
Su Yi nodded, his eyes scanning the study.
Situ Liuyun’s gaze widened, and he said, “This room was arranged by Muyang’s mother, and it has remained unchanged all these years.”
Su Yi’s eyes widened. Based on Situ Muyang’s appearance, he imagined the sect leader’s wife must have been a beautiful woman.
“I heard that during the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Swords, thanks to you, Su Yi, taking care of Muyang, I must express my gratitude. Off the record, I really owe you a big thank you,” Situ Liuyun said to Su Yi.
“The sect leader, I merely did what I should.”
Su Yi was surprised, but deep down, he knew there was something important behind this conversation with Situ Liuyun. It wasn’t merely about granting him the supposed great benefits of the Divine Sword School.
“Come and take a look. How do you feel about this character I just wrote?”
Situ Liuyun smiled and motioned for Su Yi to come closer and examine the character.
“I’m not well-versed in characters,” Su Yi replied.
“It doesn’t matter whether you understand or not. Just take a look, and speak honestly,” Situ Liuyun urged, his gaze fixed on Su Yi.
Intrigued, Su Yi stepped forward. He gazed at the large “sword” character on the rice paper. At first glance, it seemed unremarkable, but upon closer inspection, the character came to life, emanating a sharp, powerful aura as though it was ready to unleash dazzling sword energy.
“Nice character,” Su Yi remarked.
“Why do you think it’s a nice character?” Situ Liuyun asked, curiosity evident in his voice.
“This…”
Su Yi hesitated. Back when he couldn’t practice cultivation in the Su family, his grandfather, Su Yuntian, had hoped he would focus on academics, so he had hired many schoolteachers.
At that time, unable to practice, Su Yi had decided to devote his time to studying.
But as time passed, Su Yi realized that although studying wasn’t boring, in a world where power was paramount, strength was truly indispensable.
After struggling so much to be reborn, an ordinary life simply wasn’t enough.
“Sect leader, your ‘sword’ character flows continuously, with many changes in its shape. It is magnificent and delicate. Upon closer inspection, it feels like it was completed in one breath—swift and unpredictable, yet with countless transformations. It carries a powerful momentum, like a rock pressing down, sharp as a sword’s edge. It’s majestic and awe-inspiring. However…”
Su Yi paused, unsure of whether to continue.
“But what?” Situ Liuyun asked, his surprise evident as he fixed his gaze on Su Yi.
“People say that watching words is like watching a person. When you wrote this character, it seemed as if you hesitated. You approached the strokes from a different angle—starting from right to left for the horizontal strokes, and from bottom to top for the vertical strokes. You cleverly concealed the tip of the brush within the strokes, hiding it.”
Su Yi looked at the large “sword” character and continued, “The strokes balance between movement and stillness, staying and moving. It lacks the flashy, frivolous style, revealing only the sharpness at the end of the brush. I suspect that the sect leader may have something weighing on your mind, or perhaps you were thinking of a certain woman when writing this character.”
“Hahaha… okay, okay, okay.”
Situ Liuyun, momentarily stunned, burst into hearty laughter, clearly surprised by Su Yi’s insight.
“I was just speaking foolishly. Please don’t be upset, sect leader,” Su Yi said, though a sense of unease lingered inside him. They say that words reflect a person’s heart, and it seemed as though the sect leader had something buried deep within.
“You’re right. I did indeed think of Muyang’s mother.”
Situ Muyang smiled lightly, but his expression turned serious as he looked at Su Yi. “I’ve called you here today because I wanted to have a sincere conversation with you, to speak openly and honestly.”
“Finally, we’ve reached the main point…” Su Yi thought quietly to himself. He kept his expression calm and replied, “I wonder what you would like to discuss. I promise to share everything I know.”
“Your abilities must have an interesting story behind them. Where do you come from? Who were your teachers? Have you truly become a disciple of Elder Su?”
Situ Liuyun’s eyes sparkled as he looked at Su Yi, his gaze now filled with seriousness and powerful presence.
