What does it mean that they all lived with lifelong regrets?

Xie Jiexue and Lin Wuhua walked and talked about the sect's mission.

In the Supreme Sword Sect, all disciples have sect missions.

Although the Sword Sect is one of the leaders of the righteous path, and the disciples of the Sword Sect are generally far stronger than those of Tongji University, some essential things remain unchanged.

Sects do not support idlers; the operation of a sect requires people to maintain it, and the sect's resources such as spirit stones, spirit herbs, and ores also need people to mine them.

These things exist.

In the previous few years, Lin Wuhua's sect missions were offset by his rotation at the Scripture Pavilion; while Xie Jiexue, as the Frost Sword Bone and the sect leader's successor, naturally did not need to do sect missions.

"Master... The sect leader said that it's time for our cultivation to reach its peak, and I will lead this year's disciple recruitment."

"You'll lead?" Lin Wuhua asked. "Is your cultivation alright?"

Xie Jiexue shook her head.

Up to now, both she and Lin Wuhua have surpassed the second realm of Condensing Intent and reached the third realm of Sword Control.

This stage requires the sword to move freely, the sword intent and sword moves to merge, and the man and the sword to become one. No longer bound by fixed moves, one can even fly short distances on the sword.

At this stage, many things become a matter of patience and perseverance.

So she also started trying to accept sect missions—but this time for a different reason.

"That's true," Lin Wuhua said. "We do have the ability to protect ourselves now."

He nudged Xie Jiexue's heel and winked at her.

"Don't think I'll worry about you; you're not that fragile."

He had teased Xie Jiexue like this many times.

In the past, Xie Jiexue might have blushed, or pretended to say, "I don't want you to worry."

But this time, she nodded directly.

"Wuhua, are you alright?"

Xie Jiexue raised her head and looked at the summit of the Sword Sect.

There, the Sword Sect's most important weapon, "Supreme Frost," appeared faintly.

To be honest, she's not under much pressure now.

Since the establishment of the Sword Sect, no one has ever successfully created the Supreme Frost Sword – not even the sect leader who created it.

The sect leader has already laid out the path for her; whether it succeeds or not is beyond her control.

But Lin Wuhua was different.

He was always tinkering with something, and during this time, Xie Jiexue had a feeling.

Lin Wuhua systematically slowed down his sword training, and almost completely stopped it.

To be specific, he visited the library less often.

This is also why Xie Jiexue came to find him.

Xie Jiexue kicked away the dust on the ground again, looking at him with concern, "Is there a problem with your cultivation?"

Lin Wuhua's carefree demeanor instantly fell silent.

Xie Jiexue pressed on with certainty, "Really?"

Lin Wuhua: "Hmm."

He touched his chest, paused, and began to explain.

Having been in the sect for more than three years, Lin Wuhua has completely figured out his path.

The sword's bones move with the mind, so he needs to train his mind and find a way to move the sword with his heart.

The problem is that he's having it too easy—every time Lin Wuhua wants to do something, Jian Gu always does it for him, so he can't fully appreciate it.

Xie Jiexue didn't quite understand.

But after thinking about it, looking at Lin Wuhua's lowered eyes, she remembered her purpose for coming here.

So she jogged a few steps, came to Lin Wuhua, turned around and looked at him.

"Wuhua, forget about it then." She held out her hand. "This time we're going out, I'll take you somewhere fun, how about it?"

"Do you remember? The day you and I entered the sect."

Lin Wuhua paused, moved his hand, and stopped saying what he had originally intended to say.

Then he held out his hand and smiled.

"Okay, let's go together."

But where Xie Jiexue couldn't see, he lowered his eyes.

.......

After bidding farewell to Xie Jiexue and agreeing on a departure time, Lin Wuhua returned to the Sutra Repository.

He was already very familiar with this place, but he hadn't read a single book.

Because he had seen enough.

With his eyes closed, he gripped the sword, sensing the bone structure within it.

The sword bone is completely normal.

Lin Wuhua tried to simulate how he wielded a sword and the specific sword techniques.

The sword bone immediately began to move, mobilizing the magical power within Lin Wuhua's meridians.

Lin Wuhua: "..."

His will follows his heart, which means he is in his best state.

He closed his eyes and continued practicing his sword techniques.

This time, he attempted to bypass the sword bone to mobilize his magic power and sword intent.

But that won't work; the sword bone will automatically operate, acting as the central controller of the magic power.

Lin Wuhua opened his eyes in disappointment.

He had tried many times, constantly attempting to jump over the sword bone, practicing and comprehending swordsmanship.

But each time they failed.

This is detrimental to the path Lin Wuhua is about to take—the Heart Sword Technique.

Although he was still unsure about the path ahead, he was certain that his heart was the driving force behind everything—even if he couldn't explain what his heart was.

But the more he cultivated, the more he realized that the existence of the sword bone was a major obstacle.

His sword bones always resonated with his heart, and this resonance indeed improved the synchronization between his mind and body, and also accelerated the speed of swordsmanship training—this was a great thing.

The problem is that his goal was not to improve his swordsmanship, but to create a new style of swordsmanship.

The guidance from the swordsman made him unable to distinguish what was truly the main point.

If everything is driven by the mind, then his inability to distinguish between primary and secondary matters is fatal;

But if everything is dominated by the sword and bone, and it's just the heart resonating with the sword and bone, then his goal has always been a castle in the air.

Lin Wuhua quickened his pace and came to a corner of the library, where he took out a few books.

This is a huge collection of miscellaneous books, containing medical knowledge, the mysteries of the human body, secrets, and even forbidden techniques.

These books record a unique method.

Bone grafting technique

As the name suggests, it involves removing the sword bone and transplanting it into another person's body, giving that person the power to control the sword bone.

This method was once considered heretical, but it has been repeatedly banned but never eradicated.

However, it was later proven that the sword bone carried the wielder's essence, and once transplanted, it could not be preserved in the recipient's body for long.

Moreover, in order to assimilate the sword bone, the recipient will inevitably suffer a severe loss of vital energy and mental disorder.

This led to the rapid loss of this art, which is now only preserved in a corner of the Sword Sect as a forbidden book.

Lin Wuhua continued flipping through the pages.

This is a huge collection of medical books that explain the mysteries of the human body.

He flipped through the pages idly, lost in thought.

In fact, he had thought about whether or not to do it a long time ago, and had been researching it for almost a year.

By now, his techniques and ideas are even capable of being put into practice.

But this decision was quite significant, and he didn't know what to do or how to say it.

In reality, he would definitely give up, but this is a simulation...

Suddenly, a sound came from the top of the sect.

Lin Wuhua walked out of the library.

He raised his head and looked towards the summit of the Sword Sect.

That's where "Supreme Forgetfulness" is located. Such a noise probably means that Sect Master Chu Hanxiao has failed again in his attempt to master Supreme Forgetfulness.

From afar, Lin Wuhua heard an elder say something.

"I wonder if Jie Xue can master this sword?"

"Frosty sword bones, the path of supreme detachment from emotions—she seems to possess that aptitude..."

"If only she could succeed."

Lin Wuhua lowered his head and looked at his hands.

Suddenly, he chuckled, shook his head, and turned to walk into the library.

The sound of books being moved could be heard.