Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Heavenly Dao Umbrella, Seven Kills Annihilation

Chapter 193 Explaining the Way of the Sword, Opening the Gate to Heaven with a Single Sword
"Will do."

Jiang Nian waved his fan and continued to let the little girl practice her sword.

In this world, talent is certainly important, but unwavering courage and perseverance are also indispensable.

Even if you only have innate soul power level three, you might be able to reach Soul Douluo or even Title Douluo in the future through your own efforts.

Half a month passed in a long and winding journey.

Feng Bailong would occasionally come to Qingyun Peak to watch the girl practice her sword.

Bring along some fine wine and enjoy a drink with Jiang Nian.

"Your Highness, your understanding of the sword is so profound. I implore you to give a sermon to the disciples of the Wind Sword Sect."

"I'll do it first as a courtesy."

After saying that, Feng Bailong looked up at the sky and drank.

Jiang Nian touched the cup, looked at the girl practicing her sword meticulously, and decided to agree to her request.

I originally planned to leave today, and I thought I could take this opportunity to make a contribution to the Wind Sword Sect before I leave.

In the future, they will all be under my command, and they will definitely need to participate in future major battles.

It's good to be stronger.

“Alright, I will preach to the entire sect this afternoon.”

Feng Bailong's face flushed with joy, and he quickly expressed his gratitude.

Then they drank and ate to their hearts' content.

Qin Rushuang has a great talent for swordsmanship, but she had no one to teach her before. Now, with Jiang Nian's guidance, her understanding of swordsmanship is much better than that of Soul Masters and Soul Kings.

She is the same age as Zhu Zhuqing, but her soul power is only level 14.

However, he could be considered a genius even within the Wind Sword Sect.

The sun is high in the sky.

Jiang Nian picked up a bamboo pole and tapped her on the head.

"Come on, come up the mountain with me, I'll take you to listen to the lecture."

"Oh? Big brother, are we going to listen to the sect leader?" Qin Rushuang was taken aback, scratched her head, and asked in confusion.

"Huh? Didn't you hear me chatting with your sect leader just now?" Jiang chuckled softly.

"Huh? When did the sect leader arrive?"

Jiang Nian: "???"

Well, he underestimated the girl's focus on sword practice.

Two grown men had been watching her all morning, yet this girl had managed to practice with undivided attention for so long.

However, this is the kind of focus a sword cultivator should have.

Jiang Nian became more and more satisfied with what he saw, and felt a little sense of accomplishment.

Soon, the two of them arrived at the plaza in front of the Wind Sword Sect's main hall. Countless disciples sat on the ground around them, their faces beaming with excitement and their eyes filled with anticipation.

"It's such an honor that His Highness personally preached to us!"

"Who can argue with that? That's the man who defeated our sect leader with just a bamboo pole!"

"Maybe after listening to it, I can directly enter the Dao and become a prodigy of the Wind Sword Sect!"

Qin Rushuang, her face cold, clutched her sword and followed Jiang Nian silently.

When the disciples saw Jiang Nian coming, they immediately greeted him excitedly, but none of them dared to get close.

He replied with a smile, as gentle as a spring breeze and as warm as the spring sun.

Many of the female disciples nearly fainted, but Jiang Nian quickly suppressed his smile to prevent such incidents from happening.

"Huh? Why is there a little girl following behind His Highness?"

"Hiss~ Isn't that Junior Sister Ru Shuang from Qingyun Peak?"

"I feel like she's a bit scary now... that sword aura... even Senior Brother isn't that great..." Everyone was startled, and their gazes toward Qin Rushuang changed.

Many people speculated about her relationship with Jiang Nian, a hint of envy in their eyes.

The girl frowned, wondering who this "Holy Prince" they were talking about was.
When did the Wind Sword Sect have a Holy Son?
Could it be my older brother?

Qin Rushuang raised her head to look at the boy in front of her, her eyebrows furrowed in distress.

After spending a month together, she had completely forgotten to ask the older brother's name...
Soon, Jiang Nian walked to Feng Bailong's side. There were several elderly people around him, who should all be elders of the Fengjian Sect.

"Ru Shuang, come to me." Feng Bailong chuckled softly. There was a futon beside him, which was reserved for her.

Qin Rushuang said "oh" and sat down without thinking much about it.

The elders and disciples behind her were all taken aback, gasping in shock as they stared at her retreating figure, lost in thought.

"Sect Master, is the Holy Son that Senior Brother and Senior Sister mentioned the same person as Big Brother?" Qin Rushuang asked curiously.

"Hmm... Hmm?!" Feng Bailong choked on his saliva and looked at the little girl beside him with a strange expression.

So this girl didn't discover Jiang Nian's identity for a whole month?

He's a real sword fanatic.

"That's right, he's the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, you should have heard of him, right?"

Qin Rushuang's eyes lit up, and she nodded vigorously.

"Your Honor, the Holy Son avenged my family!"

"So, big brother is the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall..."

Feng Bailong paused in his drinking, thinking about the girl's background.

Several years ago, her parents were killed by wanted criminals from the Spirit Hall. The peak master of Qingyun Peak, who was also her junior sister, took pity on the girl and brought her back to the Wind Sword Sect.

He originally planned to go down the mountain to take revenge after breaking through to the Soul Sect realm, but his enemy was killed by Jiang Nian. What a coincidence!

"His Highness is benevolent and hates evil. Our Wind Sword Sect is doing right by following such a person, which is a testament to our ancestors."

Feng Bailong chuckled softly, tilted his head back, and drank his wine, a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

Jiang Nian sat in the center of the square, and the surrounding chatter instantly dissipated as everyone waited for him to begin his sermon.

Qin Rushuang put aside her thoughts, straightened her back, pricked up her ears, and looked intently at the man on the stage.

Qingyu and Zhu Zhuqing also came to take a look, randomly finding a spot to stare at Jiang Nian's handsome face.

Jiang Nian spoke up.

"The sword is the highest, and also the return to the true self. Abandon the sword, yet the sword's intent remains. There is no sword in hand, nor in heart, yet one can see sharpness in the absence of edge, and hear the sword's cry in silence."

"The sword is no longer a weapon of killing, nor a shield for protection, but a manifestation of one's true nature in harmony with the great principles of heaven and earth. With a pluck of a flower, one can cleave the clouds; with a flick of the sleeve, one can stop a flowing river. When the sword is present, it represents an upright and honest character; when the sword is gone, it represents a clear and tranquil world."

After saying that, Jiang Nian raised his hand and picked up a falling leaf.

With a casual stroke, it cleaved towards the heavens.

The once blue and white sky and clouds were now cleaved in two, leaving a silver sword mark that stretched for ten miles.

It was as if the Milky Way had been hung upside down, falling from the heavens to earth.

The disciples of the Wind Sword Sect stared blankly at the strange phenomenon, speechless with astonishment.

Feng Bailong stared wide-eyed at the sky and the falling leaves, his brain feeling like it was about to explode.

With his ability to pluck leaves and open the heavens, his understanding of swordsmanship has reached such a profound level!

Looking at the sword marks left by Jiang Nian, Qin Rushuang couldn't help but feel a sense of longing.

"So...so big brother has already reached the highest level of swordsmanship..."

Jiang Nian's words kept echoing in the girl's mind, and her eyes became glazed over, as if she had entered some strange state.

Feng Bailong looked at her with a complicated expression, and murmured in disbelief.

"She has attained enlightenment..."

(End of this chapter)