Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 162 Sharpening the Sword of Human Hearts
When it came to swordsmanship, Xiahou Feishan paused for a moment, his eyes slowly regaining their clarity.

It's like a person temporarily struggling out of the quagmire of emotions.

Chu Tianshu had never experienced love, so naturally he didn't understand what it felt like to fail in love.

However, he used to be plagued by depression and anxiety because of his strange illness, and he was restless day and night, with all sorts of worries.

At that time, the only thing that could give him some peace of mind and confidence was the study and application of witchcraft.

When what you've learned is truly effective and can cure a patient, the sense of accomplishment you feel is a great medicine in itself.

Everyone must have something they are committed to.

Regardless of whether one has experienced setbacks in their career, or whether their achievements are great or small.

Only in that way can the sometimes empty emotions of humankind have a relatively stable foundation to hold onto.

With this stone, life can be polished to leave bright and beautiful marks, and when facing death, there will be something to be proud of.

"My sword intent..."

Xiahou Feishan said, "The ancestors of Xiahou Manor had mastered sword intent, but they were unable to organize the steps for their descendants to cultivate it."

"He only recorded his few insights in a book, and his disciples throughout the ages have tried to find them but still could not."

The ancestors of the Xiahou family were born during the Southern Song Dynasty.

He was originally a soldier in the army, eager to serve his country but powerless to change the situation. After many years of wandering, the forces around him gathered and dispersed several times.

The more setbacks he faced, the less he was willing to give up, because he had already lost too much and felt that he only had that one last obsession left to accompany him for the rest of his life.

He persisted in his attack, but failed again.

Until one day, he fell into a valley due to his serious injuries. After being unconscious for a long time, he suddenly woke up.

I saw the mountain covered in blood.

He rose madly, hacking and roaring at the blood-soaked bodies, wielding his sword against the blood-stained enemies.

Much later, he realized that they were not enemies, but just maple trees.

Those bright red things were not blood, but maple leaves.

The maple trees have turned red; autumn has arrived once again.

On that day, the Xiahou family's ancestor lay in the valley, reconciling with his failed life.

The green mountains remain unchanged through the ages, and the seasons remain the same.

Even when dynasties collapse and the homeland is far away, some things still accompany the departed.

The ancestors of the Xiahou family thus comprehended their own sword intent.

In his statement, he said that he used his insights from that day to fight against his lifelong obsession with revenge, and thus honed a recluse's sword intent.

Xiahou Feishan's sword intent, though seemingly as blood-red as maple leaves, is actually completely different from his ancestor's Hermit Sword.

The Xiahou family, from some unknown generation, became a renowned martial arts family.

It has grown into a sect with strict rules and regulations.

People from the Xiahou family must behave with decorum and etiquette when they go out, so as not to become a laughing stock.

Growing up in such an environment, Xiahou Feishan was a dashing young man in red robes when he first entered the world of business.

Relying on intelligence from the Xiahou family, he knew that the notorious womanizer had his eye on a family getting married that day.

So he secretly sneaked in, explained the situation to the two families who were getting married, and went into the bridal chamber first, where he sat by the window and drank wine.

When the notorious womanizer came in, he raised his hand and killed his opponent with a single sword stroke, taking only a jug of wine as payment.

Every move he made truly reflected the style of a master.

Later, when he heard that bandits in the mountains were going to come down to kidnap a bride, he chose to do the same thing.

When he explained the situation to the two families, it turned out that one of them was an accomplice of the bandits.

The bandit also possessed a rare poison, which he secretly passed around to someone to drug him.

If he hadn't used his sword energy to forcefully suppress the effects of the poison and fight his way out, he probably would have really fallen into the hands of those bandits.

He went around chasing thieves and encountered danger many times, only to find that using the demeanor of a famous person to do these things was a waste of effort and made him a target.

It was only then that he asked his father and learned about the two lineages in the family.

Every year when a member of Xiahou Manor turns sixteen, a selection process is held to categorize them into those with visible and hidden lineages.

Although Xianmai's martial arts are excellent, he only deals with prestigious martial arts sects, where everyone flatters each other, cooperates by offering concessions, and manages their businesses. Even when there are dangers, they are only openly challenged by top masters and engage in martial arts contests.

It is only by keeping the hidden lineage hidden that it is possible to do those practical things and truly contribute to the prestige of Xiahou Manor.

Xiahou Feishan is the son of the manor lord and has great talent. He has long been a member of the prominent lineage. His insistence on going out alone and wandering around the martial world is against the rules.

But Xiahou Feishan was not convinced.

He is confident enough in his abilities, so why can't he make a real name for himself?
So he fled the mountain villa and did not contact his family for several years, continuing to hunt down thieves and criminals.

This time, Xiahou Feishan learned to change his appearance and disguise himself as a commoner.

They also realized that their own Xianmai Sword Technique might not be suitable for dealing with certain underhanded moves, so when they encountered extraordinary skills, they would often try to spar with them.

It was during this period that he comprehended his own sword intent.

The maple leaves are as red as fire; even if they drift with the wind and wander the world, they can still attract people's attention.

"Maple leaves also have a green time, which is when I lie low in the city. But eventually, there will be a day when I turn from green to red, stand out, and become famous far and wide."

Xiahou Feishan explained in detail, "My sword intent is based on the belief that I want to become famous!"

"I want to become famous for my achievements, soaring to great heights and stunning everyone."

His eyes showed a thoughtful expression.

"However, as I approached this stage, I also felt a lot of resistance."

"It seems that the atmosphere of being content with the ordinary in the city is influencing me, or it seems that there is an invisible force in the world that is hindering me."

"If we are like our ancestors, we can say that we sharpen the sword with our mind."

"Then I should use those thoughts of being content with the ordinary as a stone to grind out a sword intent that desires fame."

Chu Tianshu's eyes gleamed as he looked at Xiahou Feishan, who was deep in thought about the way of the sword.

In his eyes, the sword intent emanating from Xiahou Feishan's head was like miniature maple leaves rising into the sky.

A few wisps of colored smoke falling from the sky collided with these "maple leaves," causing them to wear down.

Is that so.

In order to avoid the connection with the Misty Cloud Realm, the ancestors of this realm transformed the path of spiritual communication into the martial art of "refining spirit into qi".

However, when later generations became powerful enough, they eventually sensed the existence of the Misty Cloud Realm again.

However, those who can reach this stage in refining spirit into qi are already powerful enough and will not be so easily corrupted.

Instead, they regarded the pollution emanating from the hazy boundary as a form of tempering.

Through spiritual communication, one refines the spirit into qi, and then comprehends the divine intent of martial arts.

It's like mining, breaking it down, accumulating it, and then refining it into powerful weapons someday.

The properties of divine weapons are, of course, much more stable than those of the original impurity ores.

Untainted by the mist and haze, even slaying the mist and haze in return.

Chu Tianshu's previous fist intent was merely a specific emotional state, mainly used to stimulate the potential within his physical body.

This martial arts intent can be directly released and create destructive power.

However, if a person who has comprehended the divine will suffers a severe blow to their state of mind, it is like a swordsman whose hand is trembling, allowing the smoke and mist to strike the weak points of the sword.

If they fail to realize this, there is a high probability that their cultivation level will regress and their strength will be greatly diminished.

"My new employee is eager for fame and wants to shine, but he was first defeated by someone using swordsmanship, and then he encountered a family crisis..."

Chu Tianshu pondered for a moment before speaking, "I haven't used up my three questions yet, have I?"

Xiahou Feishan was a little confused: "Huh?"

"Now listen carefully to the next question."

Chu Tianshu laughed out loud, raised his right hand, and clenched it into a fist.

"Excuse me, how do you expect to block my fist using only sword intent and empty hands?"

Xiahou Feishan's face was blank.

Chu Tianshu's smile widened.

"Don't worry, I'll give you a break during halftime, and we'll find the answer together."

(End of this chapter)