Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 679 - Chapter 679 Chapter 572 True Understanding of Swordsmanship_2

Chapter 679: Chapter 572 True Understanding of Swordsmanship_2 Chapter 679: Chapter 572 True Understanding of Swordsmanship_2 “Do you wish to die?”

Yatagarasu Meiryu growled, and the speaker fell silent, though his face wore a look of unwillingness.

“I’m not wrong. Over these 20 years, our contributions to the Sword Pavilion have been witnessed by all. In both emotion and reason, Meiryu Lord, you should be…”

“Attend to your duties and don’t stir up unnecessary trouble. There are things you don’t understand.”

Yatagarasu Meiryu interrupted the other’s speech, his tone softened slightly, yet he still admonished, “Remember what I just said. Without my command, do not take any unnecessary actions in private.”

“Otherwise, the White Fox will be your fate!”

His gaze swept over everyone’s faces as he stood erect and declared word by word, “What belongs to me, no one can take away.”

The crowd exchanged glances and responded in low voices.

When everyone had left, Yatagarasu Meiryu looked at the corpse of the White Fox on the ground, his face showing a peculiar expression.

…

Top of the Cold River.

Flowers and cherry blossoms.

Roger sat on the ground, opposite him, Sword Master Cold Crow was drinking and explaining the ways of cultivation in Everworld.

By contrast, the tradition of Onmyoji was far more complete and coherent, whereas the Samurai’s methods of cultivation were more so derived from the Onmyoji’s tradition.

After entering the Fourth Tier, it is mainly divided into four stages, the first stage being unification, and when the cultivator’s degree of fusion with the Guardian Spirit reaches 100%, becoming one entity, they would enter into the middle stage of the Fourth Tier.

Named Rebirth.

In this stage, the cultivator needs to use their own Essence Blood to nurture the sentient nature of the Guardian Spirit, making it possess a lifeforce similar to that of living beings; naturally, this is not to make the Guardian Spirit truly become a living creature.

Rather, through blood, spirit, and nourishment, they develop the sentience of the Guardian Spirit, making it a truly separate entity capable of independent action.

After completing this stage, they will enter into the higher segment of the Fourth Tier, named by Onmyoji as Divine Passage.

According to Sword Master Cold Crow, the cultivation of this stage is the true beginning of the Fourth Tier, with all before merely being the accumulation of pure power.

All efforts made are for Divine Passage.

In contact with a Guardian Spirit possessing Spiritual Power, a cultivator can magnify their own spiritual perception or enlightenment of the Soul Body, thereby leveraging a greater force, or use this as a springboard to sense the true world composed of Spiritual Power.

According to Sword Master Cold Crow, the so-called Divine Passage is about finding one’s own path, and only when one’s direction is clear,

Can one be the master.

Divine Master, Sword Master, Superior Leader.

As for the path beyond this, he did not tell Roger, providing only an evasive answer.

“When you become your own master, you will naturally know what to do next, which way to go.”

“It’s indefinable, indescribable, and everyone is utterly different.”

In front of Roger, the wine cup hadn’t moved, while on the other side, Sword Master Cold Crow kept pouring cup after cup. The small wine pot seemed to hold an enormous space, its contents apparently limitless.

“This is the path they’ve taken, not ours.”

“Too many mediocrities in this world understand nothing, yet only follow others’ footsteps. In truth, as long as one sees through the underlying principles, one will naturally know what to do next.”

Sword Master Cold Crow took out a book and placed it on the table.

The book’s cover was made from woven bird feathers, roughly a finger’s thickness. Gazing upon it, one’s mind was involuntarily drawn in.

“Defend, Solutions Technique, Collapse Path.”

“These are the core Secret Techniques of swordsmanship training.”

“Learn a thousand sword techniques, decipher a hundred schools of technique, gather them in one heart then forget them.”

“Sword Control, Solutions Technique, Collapse Path.”

“Take it, it contains all the offensive techniques collected since the establishment of the Sword Pavilion. Among them, you will surely find something suitable for yourself.”

Roger’s heart skipped a beat as he picked up the book on the table; it felt as light as a feather in his hands, as if he were holding a mere quill.

Immersing his mind within, Roger felt part of his spirit appear in the ocean of the book, with various schools’ legacies and dazzling techniques swirling before his eyes.

Suppressing the impulse to study it in detail, he withdrew from the ocean of the book, took a deep breath, and looked towards Sword Master Cold Crow seated opposite him.

Sword Master Cold Crow’s face bore a smile that wasn’t quite a smile. Sitting across from the old man, Roger felt that he had never truly guessed the thoughts in his heart.

“A thousand is just a number; it could be eight hundred, three hundred, one hundred, or even ten. Perhaps some people could grasp the essence of swordsmanship from just half a move.”

“Maybe others, watching the tide ebb and flow, the moon wane and Sunrise, seeing the flowers wither and the seasons change, could comprehend the laws of nature.”

“Perhaps such geniuses do exist, but the practice of the Yatagarasu swordsmanship allows one to walk a path of their own through induction and step-by-step progress.”

Sword Master Cold Crow smiled.

“Imitation is often the first step. You choose a school of swordsmanship suited to you, learn from it, and then break it down to deduce branches of techniques. In the end, you combine them into one heart, forget all traces, and walk a path uniquely your own.”

“By then, one naturally reaches the realm of Sword Master.”

He spoke with ease, as if discussing something utterly commonplace.

“Teacher, if I may be so bold to ask, how many types of swordsmanship did you choose as the foundation of your own sword path?”

Roger asked, with a tinge of curiosity.

“Thirteen types!”

Sword Master Cold Crow replied.

“Thirteen types?”

Roger couldn’t help but take a sharp breath. In fact, the swordsmanship that one chooses as a foundation is not necessarily about having more or fewer techniques.

However, being able to see through the essence of things and deduce their most fundamental operating principles with fewer choices–such natural talent and insight are truly terrifying!

“Don’t focus on the quantity. Trust your gut feeling, your intuition. And remember one more thing.”

“Don’t learn trash!”

“It’s nothing but a waste of time.”

“The inheritances and sword techniques I’ve chosen for you are extremely compatible with your Guardian Spirit.”

“The Nekomata is a quirky yet powerful Guardian Spirit. It’s been many years since I last saw a Nine-tailed Cat.”

“What a pity,” sighed Sword Master Cold Crow.

“If you had been willing to become my adopted son earlier, I could have guided you personally in your cultivation, which would have saved a lot of trouble.”

A strange look flickered in Sword Master Cold Crow’s eyes, and Roger wasn’t sure if he really wanted him to change his Guardian Spirit.

Or did he not?

Could it be that his goal was not my identity as a Western transcendent, but the Nekomata Guardian Spirit? If it’s the latter, would Higurashi Senka also become one of his targets?

Restlessness arose in his heart.

Although the old man was sitting right in front of him, his true purpose seemed hidden in the mist, leaving Roger unable to deduce the slightest clue.

A thought flashed through his mind and, with a faint smile, Roger said, “Walking the path you walked–even if I surpass you, it wouldn’t bring much sense of achievement.”

He silently boasted to himself.

“Haha, very good. I really didn’t misjudge you,” said Sword Master Cold Crow with a chuckle.

“I look forward to the day you become powerful.”

Who would have thought that this seemingly half-dead old man had, just moments ago, caused a Fourth Tier Cultivator to be beheaded with a single sentence.

Roger collected his thoughts, reminding himself constantly.

“Having the Sword Heart, learning the moves of these schools won’t be a problem for you, but choosing the ones that suit you is particularly important.”

Roger flipped through the book in his hands. He noticed that while the book given by Sword Master Cold Crow contained a myriad of techniques, as he said, the vast majority were indeed paths of slaughter.

The other aspects seemed to be touched upon lightly.

“Are there other schools’ inheritances in the Sword Pavilion?”

“Everything suitable for you is right here.” Sword Master Cold Crow glanced at Roger and asked, “What? You want to comprehend different paths simultaneously?”

Roger opened his mouth but didn’t make a sound.

“One path should be enough for people like you, but my situation doesn’t allow for that. The High Mountain Trial has no less than five branches!”

“If you want to choose another direction, it’s simple. Aside from the Top of the Cold River, there are three other Sword Pavilions, each excelling in their own areas,” said Sword Master Cold Crow with a cold laugh. “If you’re willing, go conquer the other three pavilions. If you can accomplish that, you will be the strongest Sword Master of all time.”

“Heh heh.”

At the end, he concluded the conversation with a disdainful chuckle.

Without a word, Roger interacted with Sword Master Cold Crow for a while longer, and just as he was about to leave, he suddenly remembered the flaw of the Nekomata Guardian Spirit.

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