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

"How are you doing all day long, all by yourself?"

Lin Wuhua didn't take Bai Wushu's words to heart.

"fine."

He used his hands to support himself as he stood up and poured Bai Wushu a full cup of tea.

"Reading books and drinking tea, spending a whole day reading a classic text, reminds me of the time when I was taking the imperial examinations in the capital."

"Back then, I always thought, 'If only one day I could do whatever I wanted, learn whatever I liked.'"

"In that case, it's a wonderful thing."

Bai Wushu shook his head and chuckled.

But the act of laughing aggravated the wound on his shoulder, turning his smile into a wide grin.

Lin Wuhua covered his mouth with a book, the corners of his lips curving slightly.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I remembered something happy."

"Oh."

Bai Wushu shook his head and took a sip of tea.

Suddenly, he asked, "I heard your Miss Xie hasn't come for a few days?"

Lin Wuhua paused for a moment: "Elder Wushu, then what you heard must have been quite a coincidence."

"He went back to his sect to heal his injuries, which took less than a day, and then he came straight here."

Bai Wushu: "I was just passing by."

Lin Wuhua lowered his eyes and opened the book: "The quiet room that the sect arranged for me is right here."

"Now that you've come here, should I thank you for caring about your poor disciple? Or should I just sigh and say that joining in the fun is a universal human trait?"

Bai Wushu's expression remained unchanged: "Elder Hua of Huichuntang treated my wounds."

Lin Wuhua turned to a page: "I don't think Elder Hua is such a talkative person."

The two exchanged a few witty remarks, and then Lin Wuhua successfully disgusted Bai Wushu.

Finally, he slammed his hand on the table.

"I asked Hua Yusheng myself. All your medicines were prepared by Elder Hua. She wouldn't hide this from me."

Lin Wuhua: "...Hmm."

This time, he lowered his eyes and answered, "Because Jie Xue's cultivation has broken through, I don't want to disturb her, it's that simple."

Bai Wushu's expression turned solemn: "Do you know what kind of cultivation technique she practices?"

Lin Wuhua replied that he knew and repeated the key points of the Supreme Forgetfulness Technique.

Hearing his understanding, Bai Wushu not only did not relax, but became even more serious.

"I am, after all, an elder who transmits skills, so I still know the key points of the Supreme Forgetfulness Technique."

"You've read the sect's scriptures, so you should know what the sect leaders who cultivated these methods were like."

Lin Wuhua nodded: "Yes, the frost penetrates the body, and emotions are suppressed; that's all there is to it."

His voice softened: "It's the same in every generation."

Bai Wushu: "Then you..."

Seeing Bai Wushu's puzzled look, Lin Wuhua sighed and straightened his shoulders.

"Master, are you worried about my relationship with Jiexue?"

After Bai Wushu nodded, Lin Wuhua shook his head instead.

"Do you think I could persuade her to give up cultivating the Supreme Detachment of Emotions when she's in such pain?"

"in particular......"

Lin Wuhua coughed lightly twice, clutched his chest, and a sickly flush appeared on his cheeks.

"Even though I'm still such a useless person."

But Bai Wushu did not agree with his logic.

"The one who tied the knot must untie it," he said. "Have you discussed these matters with Jie Xue?"

Lin Wuhua shook his head.

Bai Wushu's tone became more urgent: "Why won't you tell me?"

Lin Wuhua: "Then what will become of the world? Who will wield the sword?"

Bai Wushu paused, his eyes widening instantly: "Chu Hanxiao came to see you?"

Because he was too eager, he didn't even use the title of sect leader anymore.

Lin Wuhua remained silent and nodded.

"Yes, she contacted me personally a few days ago."

Bai Wushu almost stood up.

"Like this..."

"Master," Lin Wuhua interrupted him.

"Sect Master Hanxiao told me two things."

"First, the sect needs someone to wield that sword to boost morale and suppress the demons."

"Secondly, Jie Xue is going through a lot of pain, and there are some things we can do to make her feel less pain."

A soft cough escaped from between his fingers.

Lin Wuhua released her hand, revealing a bright red mark on the snow-white handkerchief.

"So what can I do?"

"Use gratitude to coerce the high and mighty Ice Sword Master into bowing down to a useless person like me, spending his days in tears, watching the world crumble and all living beings suffer?"

"Do you think I can do this?"

Lin Wuhua asked softly.

"Then what's the point of me saving her?"

......

Bai Wushu ultimately failed to persuade Lin Wuhua.

He left with his sword.

The battle against the demons was becoming increasingly tense, but his injuries were not serious, so he could only recuperate briefly.

Lin Wuhua lowered his eyes and turned the pages of a book by himself.

Chu Hanxiao did indeed come to find him.

But unlike what Bai Wushu had imagined, Chu Hanxiao did not show any coercion or authority.

She really came to persuade them.

Finally, perhaps as compensation, or perhaps to persuade, Chu Hanxiao told Lin Wuhua that the Supreme Forgetfulness Technique was a "method to reach selflessness through ruthlessness".

But Lin Wuhua did not agree.

Even after becoming a cripple, he still refused to accept that the path of ruthlessness was the right one.

After a pause, Lin Wuhua raised his hand and closed his eyes.

At the chest, there was a broken but still intact sword bone.

Around the sword bone, spiritual energy was slowly rotating, but it was very slow and fragmented.

Lin Wuhua raised his hand and tried to summon spiritual energy.

Unlike before, the spiritual energy was not only fragmented, but also extremely unruly.

But it is still under control.

and......

Lin Wuhua closed his eyes.

He could feel that this time he was truly in control, without any intermediary sword or bone.

In other words, he could actually feel the sword.

Lin Wuhua opened his eyes, picked up the light wooden sword in the corner, and tried to swing it.

It's very dull, even painful, but also very insightful.

Lin Wuhua clenched his hand.

Yes, that's what he wanted.

What he wants is a sword that is not based on any external object—a true sword must be obtained from real experience.

From this perspective, even magical power is all that's needed.

You definitely can't do that in real life, but you can in a simulation.

And the first step...

Lin Wuhua recalled Chu Hanxiao's words.

"The Supreme Frost Sword is everyone's sword, but only the selfless can wield it."

He then looked into the library.

It contains a vast collection of essays, reflections, sword manuals, and more...

Over the years, countless people in the Sword Sect have written down their swords, hoping that someone would remember their swords and why they chose to cultivate swordsmanship.

Behind them were countless people.

Lin Wuhua then knew what he had to do.

With utmost sincerity and true nature, one can clearly understand one's own mind and nature.

He put down his sword and walked out of the library.

A disciple came up.

"Where is Elder Bai?"

Lin Wuhua: "He's already gone. Do you have any questions about cultivation to ask him?"

The disciple nodded.

Lin Wuhua took the book from his hands.

"Ask me, I know."

"You can?"

"Yes," Lin Wuhua raised her eyes, "I can do it all."