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

At the Supreme Sword Sect, everyone noticed that Lin Wuhua had walked out of the Scripture Pavilion at some unknown time.

He seemed to have changed. He no longer spent his days reading in the library, but instead sat outside, just like the previous elder who transmitted skills, facing all the people coming and going.

The sunlight shone on his pale face, revealing a pair of remarkably calm eyes.

Addressing his fellow disciples, he simply said:

"Elder Bai Wushu is preoccupied with the chaos caused by demons and monsters, and his time is limited. I am his disciple, so you can ask me anything."

"I'll do it, no matter what it is."

Such a confident statement initially sparked a small discussion within the Sword Sect.

Some people didn't care, some were curious, and some sneered, waiting for him to make a fool of himself.

But soon everyone realized that Lin Wuhua really did know it, but he knew it differently.

A disciple asked him, "Senior brother, I'm practicing the third form of the Azure Cloud Sword Technique, but I always feel that the sword energy is stagnant. What's going on?"

Lin Wuhua didn't even ask him to demonstrate; he simply asked, "What were you thinking about when you practiced this move?"

The disciple replied, "Remember the key points: focus your energy in your dantian, keep the sword moving in the center, and the third move must not deviate from the correct direction, otherwise you won't be able to connect to the fourth move..."

His answer was correct, but Lin Wuhua neither confirmed nor denied it, and suddenly asked:

Have you ever taken the imperial examinations?

The disciple nodded, his expression somber: "I took the exam, then failed, so my family sent me to the Sword Sect..."

Lin Wuhua spoke in a calm and unhurried tone.

"So, are you thinking about what your family will think if you fail?"

"Then I started to get scared, and the more scared I got, the more I practiced, and the more I practiced, the more scared I got."

"Were you thinking about this when you drew your sword?"

The disciple stood there, stunned, his face flushed red.

Lin Wuhua shook his head, not looking at him, and continued, "The Qingyun Sword is a sword that can dispel the clouds and reveal the sun. The sword is like the blue clouds, soaring straight up."

"Fear is reasonable, but you can't be afraid while swinging your sword, and also think about things unrelated to the sword."

Finally, he added, "I suggest you take the exam questions you used when you took the imperial examination again; it will be effective."

"Recall your shame, fear, and resentment, and you will understand."

The disciple then returned home.

Two weeks later, news came that he had successfully cultivated the Azure Cloud Sword Technique and mastered it.

The news spread quickly, and more and more disciples came to find Lin Wuhua.

Lin Wuhua welcomed everyone, but only said a few words to each person.

But usually, within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the person asking the question would leave thoughtfully.

In his spare time, Lin Wuhua would always be looking into the distance, seemingly doing nothing.

When his disciples, who were familiar with him, asked him about it, Lin Wuhua would always say the answer.

"Examine yourself."

"I've been wondering, what has all these things I've done been for?"

Others didn't understand, and Lin Wuhua didn't elaborate.

Occasionally, Bai Wushu would return, bringing Lin Wuhua some things and discussing matters outside.

The two would occasionally talk about him and Xie Jiexue.

But he didn't go into detail, only saying, "When I met Jie Xue, she wasn't that bold back then."

"So I was thinking, sometimes, do I enjoy her timidity and tease her reactions?"

"Am I enjoying the feeling of being superior to her?"

"Or perhaps, when I saved her, was it truly entirely for her own good, and not entirely out of expectation of her gratitude and devotion?"

Bai Wushu would say, "What's done is done, thinking about it won't do her any good."

"Besides, how do you know why you did it in the first place?"

Lin Wuhua squinted and shook his head.

"Well, I didn't know before, and I don't know now, so I'm examining myself."

"I want to know, it's important to me."

Lin Wuhua would even thank Bai Wushu: "Thank you, Master, for being willing to listen to what I have to say."

His expression was calm and gentle, unlike that of a young man in his early twenties, but rather like that of an old man who had seen through the ways of the world, settling accounts of his life bit by bit before he died.

As the days went by, Xie Jiexue came less and less.

She used to come every day; then she came every two days; then every week, every two weeks, every month...

But she went out more and more often.

The icy blue sword light would often appear without warning, slicing through the sky from the mountain peak of the Sword Sect and flying out of the sect.

At this time, Lin Wuhua would always look up and gaze at the icy blue streak of light in the sky, watching it disappear into the clouds.

His disciples, who had known him for a long time, would comfort him.

"Wuhua, Jiexue has her own things to do, don't overthink it."

But Lin Wuhua would refuse: "No, I'm a little worried about her."

Then, he would continue to immerse himself in his own world and do his own thing.

No one paid him any attention, because although Lin Wuhua was proficient in swordsmanship, his cultivation had been completely dissipated, and he was only slightly stronger than a newly entered disciple.

But no one would dare to belittle or attack him, because Lin Wuhua is indeed knowledgeable, and many people are watching him.

One day, a newly joined inner disciple, lacking manners, pointed at Lin Wuhua in front of everyone.

"What right does this good-for-nothing have to sit here and collect a salary without working? His cultivation is even worse than mine, what kind of expert are you pretending to be all day with your eyes closed?"

Lin Wuhua did not say anything at the time.

However, Zhao Qian, who had always had an excellent relationship with Lin Wuhua since joining the sect, directly took action.

With a flash of sword light, the inner disciple didn't even have time to react before he was sent flying three zhang away.

"He has no respect for hierarchy and is unfit for important tasks."

After that, that person was demoted to an outer disciple, and his life in the Sword Sect became extremely difficult. In the end, he had no choice but to leave the Sword Sect.

And so, the days passed one by one, and the Heart Sword Technique that Lin Wuhua had been pondering gradually began to take shape.

Heart Sword, Heart Sword.

Hold the sword with your heart, wield the sword with your heart.

But the origin of everything is not the sword, but begins in one's own heart.

You need to delve into your own mind and examine your past choices, emotions, desires, and fears.

This step is not simple, because cultivators must not rush; they must unravel the mystery step by step.

One day, in the sword training ground, Lin Wuhua opened his eyes.

At the same time, the other eye was also opened.

"The so-called Heart Sword is not something profound."

"Use your heart to observe and see your true self."

As he finished speaking, a faint yet incredibly resilient warmth quietly rose within the shattered sword bone in his heart.

It seems that nothing has changed; his physique, cultivation level, and swordsmanship are all unchanged.

He was still that frail body.

But Lin Wuhua felt that the slight barrier between his heart and his body had completely disappeared.

The first level of the Heart Sword – Enlightenment.

To see one's true self, and to face the real sword with one's true self.

He raised his eyes and looked at the summit of the Sword Sect for a long time.

The mountaintop is covered with frost and snow accumulated over a thousand years by the Sword Sect.

In the wind and snow, he seemed to see a streak of icy blue sword light.

"Jie Xue, I saw it."

"Did you see that?"