Chương 1144: Chapter 1142: The Holy Son's Perspective

The evening breeze carried the rich scent of roasted spices and sizzling fat across the tranquil valley. Li Yu sat on a smooth stone beside the crackling hearth while turning a vast assortment of meats over the dancing flames. The tri color lightning hidden deep within his natal flame provided a steady heat that sealed the rich juices and Qi inside the food without burning the delicate fibers. He did not limit himself to just one type of ingredient tonight.

Thick cuts of Thunderhoof Beef sizzled alongside tender ribs from a Starhorn Deer, while a row of Jade River fish roasted on wooden skewers near the edge of the heat. The junior disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect sat in a wide circle around the fire. They were adults who had lived for hundreds of years and had endured centuries of grueling practice but they waited for the food with a quiet appreciation that mirrored their disciplined lives.

They saw the same kind of intensity and care that they put into their sword training in Li Yu's approach to cooking and that resonated with them. They watched the bubbling broth in the iron cauldron where Silver Moon mushrooms and fresh root vegetables simmered to a rich golden color. The strict atmosphere from the morning had softened into a comfortable quiet as the pristine environment of the Realm of the Whispering Blades seemed to wash away the lingering stress of their orthodox training.

The disciples rested on their woven mats and enjoyed the gentle warmth radiating from the hearth. They were still trying to tie everything together and relating it to their sword practice but at least the tension seemed to be gone. Lin Xue watched the glowing sparks rise into the dark sky and she let out a quiet sigh of contentment.

"The meal is ready," Li Yu announced as he pulled the skewers from the heat. He portioned the tender beef, the roasted deer ribs, the flaky fish and the rich vegetable stew into their bowls and plates with practiced ease. The seasoned cultivators accepted their diverse plates of food with respectful nods and began to eat. The rich flavors brought subtle smiles to their weathered faces and the awkward stiffness they displayed was nowhere to be seen.

They chewed their food thoughtfully while enjoying the simple pleasure of a shared dinner under the stars during this time in their sect. They traded pieces of the different meats with one another and quietly praised the unique textures and spices Li Yu had brought. As the bowls were scraped clean and the cups were filled with warm tea, the conversation naturally drifted toward the one topic they all shared a deep passion for.

The disciples discussed the forms they had practiced earlier in the day and debated the intricate details of their martial path with the articulation of scholars who had spent lifetimes studying a single subject.

"I have been meditating on the third stance of the Cloud Piercing manual for over a century now," Lin Xue spoke up while cradling her teacup in both hands. She looked across the fire at the lead disciple.

"When a heavy strike descends from a physically stronger opponent, our texts suggest meeting force with a grounded structure. But I watched the tall grass yield to the wind this afternoon. If the grass stood rigid against the gale, the stems would snap. By yielding to the pressure, the grass survives and instantly returns to its original position." She paused and traced a subtle line in the air with her finger to demonstrate her thought process.

"I believe a parry should mimic this natural action. We should guide the opponent's force past us and let their own momentum pull them off balance. We should yield to the strike rather than trying to shatter it. I remember a skirmish near the western border two hundred years ago. I faced a corrupted beast that possessed the strength of a mountain. If I had tried to block its charge directly, my bones would have turned to dust.

By yielding and redirecting its momentum into the canyon wall, I survived without taking a single injury." Feng Tianyi shook his head slowly as he set his wooden bowl on the grass. His piercing eyes reflected the dancing flames of the hearth and carried the weight of countless battles fought on the sect borders over the last three hundred years.

"Yielding requires you to surrender your own initiative," Feng Tianyi argued with a calm but firm tone.

"If you redirect a heavy strike, you are still moving according to the enemy's rhythm. You are letting them dictate the flow of the battle. The path of the sword requires unyielding conviction. If a boulder rolls down a hill toward you, flowing around it like water might save your life in the moment but the boulder continues to roll. It remains a threat to those below." Feng Tianyi pointed a finger toward the flickering fire.

"During the northern incursions a century ago, I held a defensive line with ten younger martial brothers behind me. A demonic cultivator swinging a heavy iron pillar charged our formation. If I had yielded to his strike, the pillar would have crushed the juniors standing at my back. I planted my feet and channeled my entire cultivation base into a single upward strike instead. Breaking the opponent's attack shatters their Dao heart and establishes your own dominance in the exchange.

I broke his weapon and he lost the will to fight. Once you break their strongest strike, they will hesitate to attack you again." Zhou Ming leaned forward and joined the debate to support the lead disciple.

"Senior brother Feng is correct in his assessment of momentum. A true sword must possess the conviction to break all obstacles. You do not yield to the boulder. You plant your feet and you cleave the stone in two. The Realm of Weapon Unity teaches us that the blade is an extension of the arm but as we push higher, we learn that the blade is an extension of our will. If our will yields, our Dao weakens."

"But breaking a heavy strike requires a superior foundation," Lin Xue countered quickly while gesturing with her hands.

"If the opponent has a higher cultivation base or a denser Qi reserve, attempting to break their attack will only result in your own blade shattering. Yielding allows a weaker cultivator to overcome a stronger foe by borrowing their strength. It is similar to the Dao of Water. It wears down the stone over time and I have seen it save lives during those very same border skirmishes you speak of."

The two sides of the argument were clear and the debate grew more passionate as other disciples chimed in with their own insights. Some sided with Lin Xue and praised the elegant evasion of the yielding parry. Others stood firmly behind Feng Tianyi and championed the dominant power of a breaking strike. They traded theories and cited ancient manuals they had memorized over their long lives to support their claims. Li Yu sat quietly and listened to their exchange while taking a sip of his tea.

He analyzed their words and respected the centuries of experience behind their arguments. There wasn't technically a wrong or right answer but an answer that suited a person more. Some were more domineering and needed a stronger sword. Others were more flexible and needed a faster sword that could bend and give but never break.

'They both have valid points based on their own experiences, physical strengths and natural advantages.' Li Yu thought to himself while watching the firelight dance across their faces.

'Lin Xue favors speed and agility so yielding plays to her natural advantages. Feng Tianyi possesses a fierce and aggressive aura so breaking the enemy suits his temperament. They are trying to find a single universal truth when the Dao allows for countless variations.' The debate reached a brief stalemate as both sides exhausted their textbook examples and personal stories. Feng Tianyi turned his head and looked directly at Li Yu. The top genius held a look of genuine curiosity in his eyes.

"We have spoken enough of our own texts," Feng Tianyi said while offering a polite nod.

"You possess a unique understanding of the martial world and you hold a high cultivation base despite your young age. What is your perspective on this matter, Li Yu? When faced with a devastating attack, is it better to yield and redirect the force or is it better to strike back and break the weapon?" The rest of the disciples fell silent and turned their attention to the Holy Son.

They eagerly awaited his wisdom and expected a deep philosophical answer regarding the nature of the sword from someone held in such high regard by the temple. They knew he didn't practice the sword but as someone with such a high cultivation level, his understanding in the Dao was equally as high. Li Yu chuckled softly and poured himself another cup of tea. He swirled the warm liquid in his cup and gathered his thoughts before talking.

He knew his answer would be vastly different from their teachings but he decided to be pragmatic and honest with them.

"You are both arguing about what to do when the enemy's blade is already falling toward your head," Li Yu began with a relaxed and easygoing smile.

"My philosophy is to never let them raise their sword in the first place." The seasoned cultivators blinked in surprise and leaned in closer to hear his thoughts. He gave an answer but it wasn't quite answering what they had asked. The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.

"If an opponent prepares a heavy strike, it means they have found the time and space to gather their Qi," Li Yu explained while setting his cup down on the smooth rock.

"They feel confident enough to take the offensive. I do not believe in yielding and I do not believe in parrying to break their weapon. I believe in overwhelming them so thoroughly that defense becomes their only option." He raised his hand and channeled a sliver of his Creation Lord Qi into the air above the fire. He formed a dozen small glowing javelins out of pure energy and let them hover in a tight formation. The javelins hummed with a dangerous aura that reflected the firelight.

"One of my approaches relies on a projectile based sword formation philosophy," Li Yu continued with a practical tone.

"It is a combination of quantity, quality and overwhelming force. If a cultivator tries to step forward and swing a heavy broadsword at me, I do not wait to see how strong the strike is. I launch fifty weapons at their chest before their arms even crest the apex of their swing. I fill the air with so much lethal intent that they are forced to abandon their attack just to survive the next second." Lin Xue stared at the glowing Qi and her eyes widened with realization.

"You deny them the opportunity to attack by flooding them. You force them to yield to your rhythm instead of waiting to react to theirs."

"Exactly," Li Yu nodded as he dispersed the energy into a shower of harmless sparks.

"Why risk your own weapon in a clash of strength? Why risk your footing in a complicated evasion? If you have the Qi reserves and the soul strength to support it, you simply crush their initiative from the very beginning. You throw an arsenal of flying swords, heavy hammers and blunted iron slabs at them in a continuous storm. The best defense is an offense that denies the enemy any space to breathe and pulls them into your rhythm." The juniors sat in silence as they processed his brutal and straightforward logic.

It went against some of the things they had learned in their training pavilions over the last few centuries. It was a philosophy built purely for survival and guaranteed victory through overwhelming suppression. Most of all it was easy to say but hard to do. One would need an arsenal they could readily use and also have the Qi and soul strength to back it up. If anyone else had spoken those words, the zealots of the Heavenly Sword Sect would have called them a barbarian.

They would have dismissed the tactic as a crude and unrefined method used by desperate mercenaries who lacked proper education in the martial arts. But Li Yu was their Holy Son and he delivered the explanation in such a casual and brotherly manner that it bypassed their filters. He did not boast or act superior to them either. He simply shared his practical experience as a friend sitting around a campfire.

Furthermore, they had already convinced themselves that his relaxed demeanor hid a profound truth that they were just beginning to understand. Because of this unique dynamic, they did not find his technique or perspective offensive. They found it intoxicating and enlightening as it opened a new door in their minds.

"It is like a tempest," Zhou Ming whispered as he stared at the dying embers of the fire.

"A single raindrop yields to the stone and a single river carves the mountain over a thousand years. But a raging tempest simply washes the mountain away in a single night. You are treating your weapons like the rain in a storm." Feng Tianyi closed his eyes and nodded slowly.

"It sounds very much like the Realm of the Formless Sword. I read about a similar concept in the ancient archives. It is a state where the cultivator imposes their own reality onto the battlefield. You do not react to the enemy. You force the enemy to exist within your storm. It requires an unbreakable Dao heart, immense sword intent and a vast ocean of Qi to maintain such a domain." Li Yu smiled and let them draw their own conclusions to his words.

He was speaking about throwing heavy chunks of metal at people until they stopped moving but they were translating it into beautiful martial poetry but that was how they saw things. It did not matter how they phrased it because the underlying truth remained the same and they were finding common ground in their shared pursuit of strength.

"The Dao is vast and encompasses all things," Li Yu said while bridging the gap between their thoughts.

"All paths eventually lead to the same peak but each person walks their own way. Lin Xue speaks of the Dao of Water which finds strength in yielding and flowing. Feng Tianyi speaks of the Dao of Earth and Metal which finds strength in unyielding solidity. My path utilizes elements of Creation and Destruction to impose a new reality. They are different methods to achieve the same result but the goal is always to protect your own life and defeat the threat."

"All paths lead to the same peak," Lin Xue repeated the phrase softly. It was a common phrase but the meaning of it became a bit clearer just now.

"That makes a lot of sense. We spend centuries arguing about which technique is superior that we often forget the techniques are just tools to understand the Dao. Your tempest of weapons is just a different tool to carve the same path like any of our sword techniques." The mutual respect between the Holy Son and the disciples deepened further during the exchange. They realized that his lack of actual sword techniques and understanding did not mean he lacked martial wisdom.

He simply viewed the world from a different place. Since his cultivation was higher, he naturally saw things from a higher and broader vantage point which fit his status perfectly to them. Li Yu leaned forward and decided it was his turn to learn from them. He wanted to understand their orthodox methods to help refine his own raw power and gain better fine tune control over his abilities.

"Since we are sharing our perspectives, I have a question for all of you," Li Yu asked with interest.

"My method relies on volume and wide area suppression. It is highly effective but it often results in excessive destruction. When you practice your single strikes, how do you compress your intent into such a fine and precise edge? How do you prevent your Qi from bleeding out into the surrounding air?" The disciples perked up at the question. They were thrilled that the Holy Son wanted to learn from their specific training. It validated their centuries of hard work and made them feel valued as peers.

Feng Tianyi drew his straight sword and laid it gently across his knees. He ran his fingers over the smooth metal and gathered his thoughts to explain the process clearly.

"Compression of intent requires a singular focus of the mind and an understanding of the deeper realms of the sword," Feng Tianyi explained while looking at the blade.

"When a novice swings a sword, they think about the physical weight of the weapon and the arc of their arm. Their mind is scattered across a dozen different physical actions. Because their mind is scattered, their Qi scatters as well. This is what keeps many trapped in the Realm of Sword Aura or basic Sword Intent." He tapped the very tip of the sword with his index finger.

"To create a true edge, you must push toward the Realm of the Sword Heart," Feng Tianyi continued his lecture.

"The concept of the sword must take root within the soul itself and form a clear and unyielding core. You must forget the physical weight of the weapon. You must visualize the exact point of impact before you even move. You do not swing the sword at the target. You project your will through the target and the sword simply follows the path you have already cut with your mind. We call it severing the intent before severing the flesh."

Zhou Ming nodded and added to the explanation to ensure Li Yu understood the depth of the concept.

"It is like looking through a narrow tube. You block out the surrounding environment and you block out the distracting sounds of the battlefield. You focus all of your spiritual energy into a single defined line. The Qi naturally follows the focus of the soul. If your focus is wide, the strike is wide and destructive. If your focus is narrowed to a single thread, the strike becomes a pristine edge that can cut through reinforced armor without damaging the cloth beneath it.

Once you master this, you can even approach the Realm of the Sword Soul where the energy gains a spiritual sentience of its own and tracks the target for you." Li Yu absorbed the knowledge and related it directly to his own cultivation. He realized that his Nexus Mind technique gave him a great advantage in this area. He could split his consciousness to manage the chaotic flight paths of his weapons while keeping his primary mind hyper focused on a single pristine intent.

The combination of their orthodox compression theory and his overwhelming volume could elevate his combat prowess to a terrifying new level while helping him calibrate his strength.

"That is a brilliant way to explain it," Li Yu said with sincere gratitude.

"Projecting the will through the target to guide the Qi. I will need to practice that visualization method. It will definitely help me rein in the excess destruction when I am fighting and make my attacks even more efficient."

"We would be honored to assist you in your practice," Lin Xue offered with a bright smile.

"I would enjoy that very much," Li Yu agreed readily. The conversation continued deep into the night as the campfire slowly burned down to glowing embers. They traded more stories and debated various martial philosophies without much of the previous tension or awkwardness. Li Yu shared tales of his grandfather's brutal battlefield tactics that were told to him while the disciples shared ancient parables written by the founders of the Heavenly Sword Sect. They discussed their long lives and the things they had seen.

The zealots learned to appreciate the pragmatic and relaxed nature of their Holy Son while Li Yu gained respect for their intense dedication to a single path over such long lifespans. As the night air grew cold the disciples finally began to stretch their tired muscles. Feng Tianyi stood up and offered a respectful bow to Li Yu. It was not the stiff and robotic bow from the plaza. It was a fluid gesture of friendship.

"Thank you for the meal and the guidance, Li Yu," Feng Tianyi said warmly.

"The pleasure was mine," Li Yu replied while standing up to return the gesture. The disciples retreated to their woven mats and quickly fell into a deep meditative state. While they were understanding Li Yu a bit more, they were still themselves and wasting time sleeping was not in their nature. Li Yu sat by the fading embers for a while longer and listened to the gentle flow of the nearby stream. He felt a sense of contentment settling into his bones.

He closed his eyes and began to circulate Qi before stopping and heading to actual sleep. Li Yu still enjoyed such things and felt it was a benefit to his soul.