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Chapter 470 Being a Swordsman

Lu Tiaotiao's comprehension is unparalleled in the world.

Or rather, Lu Tiaotiao did not rely on sudden enlightenment.

The method it uses to deduce sword techniques is meticulous logic and computational power that encompasses all variables. It is a direct and violent computing machine that can crush all obstacles.

Lu Tiaotiao does not rely on accidental, unrepeatable flashes of inspiration.

In it, there are only inevitable results.

The effect that "One Sword Breaks Ten Thousand Situations" can achieve is very similar in appearance to Lu Tiaotiao's current swordsmanship.

Within its memory are countless sword manuals of the Qingyun Sect over millions of years, and the sword intent of countless cultivators; it is the sum of the knowledge of all those who feed it.

No matter what kind of swordsmanship it is, it can always find a move that is suitable for the current situation.

Then he shattered it with a single sword strike.

It relies on experience, data, integration, and computation.

Zhu Wuyao's move, however, relies on cause and effect and concepts—

Humans only have two states: birth and death.

Either life or death.

When these two fixed states are strongly tied to whether or not the sword moves are broken, then the final result will only be either a broken state or an unbroken state.

It will always point to one of them.

This is not a sword move in the conventional sense, but a conceptualized sword move.

Even though there are various restrictions that prevent Zhu Wuyao from doing as he pleases, such as—

Finding the flaws in a situation is an extreme test of an individual's intelligence and vision, requiring prior knowledge accumulation.

Otherwise, even if one can rely on the oath of the Great Dao to create a state of profound and subtle manifestation, and even if all the connections between things are clearly laid out before one's eyes, the swordsman still cannot find the way out.

Instead, it will lead the swordsman to his death.

But for Lu Tiaotiao, such a possibility is almost zero.

It is a creation of the Qingyun Sect, and its existence is almost synonymous with the way of the sword itself.

Underlying commands allow for continuous improvement of swordsmanship.

Latest order: Open up the secret realm.

The two are not contradictory; in fact, they can promote and support each other, merging into the final command—to use the sword that breaks through all situations to cleave open the secret realm.

Elder Qian's hair was disheveled, resembling an angry lion with a mane, completely losing his former scholarly demeanor.

The deadly scythes swung down one after another, and the spiritual energy within his body continued to drain away.

He is not Lu Tiaotiao. He not only pursues the way of the sword, but also understands people's hearts and human nature, and also considers the gains and losses of Qingyun Sect.

He abandoned his own swordsmanship in exchange for Lu Tiaotiao's achievements.

But now, all they can do is watch helplessly as Lu Tiaotiao swears that if the game breaks, she will live; if the game continues, she will die...

How could swordsmanship taught by an enemy possibly benefit our side?!

He suspected there was a trap, but he had lost the ability to salvage the situation. As Lu Tiaotiao swore her oath, Elder Qian, the one who had orchestrated everything and personally brought Lu Tiaotiao here, had a hint of despair in his eyes.

The sickle slashed across his neck.

A thin line of blood narrowly escaped and spread.

Elder Qian barely managed to dodge the fatal blow, but realized his own powerlessness.

At this moment... at this moment, how he wished that Lu Tiaotiao had never taken away his swordsmanship, for with his talent, he would surely be able to kill the puppet in front of him today.

Why should I be entangled by a dead object and unable to escape!

The magical artifacts exploded one after another, and the treasures and rare items collected over countless years successfully slowed the loss of spiritual energy and stopped the Cold Jade Corpse Puppet for a moment.

He had already noticed that Zhu Wuyao was in very poor condition.

It seemed that with just a gentle push, he would fall into the abyss. As Lu Tiaotiao swore an oath, he gathered the last of his spiritual power and, as if in a death struggle, unleashed a sword strike at the secret realm.

It was at this moment that Elder Qian discovered—

The secret realm was on the verge of collapse after that attack!

All the scenery began to ripple and blur, becoming unreal.

This gave Elder Qian, who was in dire straits, a glimmer of hope.

Before he could say anything, the jade corpse puppet that had been held back for a moment resumed its pursuit.

Elder Qian shouted:

"Lu Tiaotiao, return to Qingyun Sect!"

He knew there was no chance of survival today, but Lu Tiaotiao... was a creation that Qingyun Sect had poured countless efforts into.

It has to go back!

The collapse of the secret realm rekindled his hope.

Before being parasitized by the black roots and dragged to the ground, the light in Elder Qian's eyes was astonishingly bright, seemingly a desperate act of self-deception.

It also resembles an extremely devout faith.

I believe that Lu Tiaotiao will be invincible and reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship.

He stared intently at the sword strike Lu Tiaotiao unleashed.

This crumbling, near-collapsed secret realm could no longer withstand even a single blow from an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator.

The flames in the secret realm had long since been extinguished.

Everything is gray.

It's like a faded, uninteresting painting.

As Lu Tiaotiao unleashed his sword, the world shone brightly, and the ultimate sword intent poured forth, filling Elder Qian's bloodshot eyes. It seemed that his sword intent had also reached its ultimate sublimation.

There's also the sword intent of Junior Brother Liao from Pinglan Mountain, and the sword intent of Ning Zhiqi...

As long as Lu Tiaotiao can get out, all the Qingyun Sect cultivators who perished in this world will be able to return to the mortal realm and live on forever.

He will not perish.

He will reach the end of the sword path together with Lu Tiaotiao.

With a single sword strike, Lu Tiaotiao caused the secret realm to finally collapse. The surrounding soil began to return to its essential particles, losing its weight and its order.

Everything was like sand scattered by the wind.

Floating, rising.

Having lost its form and color, it begins to revert to its most essential state of disorder, seemingly returning to chaos.

With a cracking sound in his ears, Elder Qian slowly closed his eyes.

His own ink lotus began to condense.

After sacrificing his swordsmanship to Lu Tiaotiao, he dedicated his spiritual energy accumulated over many years to the secret realm, and his consciousness dispersed within the symbiote.

Everything began to dissipate under this sword strike.

Elder Qian's wavering resolve hardened the moment he fell, because—

light.

No one can resist such radiance.

At the moment of creation, one can glimpse the origin of the Great Dao when drawing the sword. Even if one becomes one of the stepping stones, being able to share the light is an unparalleled honor.

He believed that Zhu Wuyao must think the same way.

That's why he dedicated his understanding of swordsmanship to Lu Tiaotiao, allowing himself to merge into the light, so that he, she, and it could coexist.

If you cannot reach the destination on your own, then lay down your sword and find another way to get there.

This is also martyrdom.

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But Zhu Wuyao will not hand over the Wufeng Sword.

As a swordsman, one should never relinquish the sword in one's hand.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The bladeless sword, suspended in the secret realm, cut through the scroll while demonstrating swordsmanship to Lu Tiaotiao, and returned to Zhu Wuyao's hands.

She found the location of the painting.

He slowly tightened his grip on the sword in his hand.

Everything was pitch black before her eyes. Zhu Wuyao and the secret realm remained symbiotic and deeply bound together, so she did not need eyes.

All she needs to do is make a judgment.

The moment the death knell sounds is the perfect time to draw your sword.