Chapter 214: The Power of Knowledge
“What’s so strange about an Immortal Weapon?” Yun Jiao looked around at everyone. The sect leaders’ faces were filled with unease, and she sighed softly before speaking in a steady tone.
“A weapon is just a weapon—whether it’s a spiritual tool or an immortal artifact, it’s only a supporting instrument. No matter how powerful it is, it only makes things easier to use; it cannot directly raise one’s cultivation. A tool without a wielder is just a lifeless object. Why attach such importance to something like that?”
Yun Jiao knew exactly what Hall Master Xu and the others were worried about—nothing more than fear that someone might covet Le Jun’s Immortal Sword and kill him for it. Although the Celestial Sect was now peaceful and orderly, the human heart was the most unpredictable of all things. Who could guarantee that, when faced with temptation, a person wouldn’t turn into a monster?
But what she couldn’t understand was why people placed such weight on a mere supporting object. Yes, Immortal Weapons were impressive; in theory, they could make one stronger in battle. But that was only theory. No matter how sharp the sword, wasn’t the wielder’s skill what truly mattered?
“You think Immortal Weapons are precious only because you’ve never seen one before,” Yun Jiao said seriously. “It’s like how you usually cook with iron pots, and one day you switch to a formation-powered cooking pot—one that steams, boils, and fries on its own. Of course you’d think it’s better. But whether a meal tastes good or not depends on the chef’s skill, not the pot.”
She spoke as if recalling something. That furnace of hers—she’d once modified it with automatic cooking and stirring functions. Yet every dish it made turned out awful. Even her Patriarch and the old man couldn’t stand it. She still had to cook by hand every day, and even her Patriarch, who baked cookies daily, still kneaded his own dough!
“Tools are tools,” she continued. “Having them can be a bonus; lacking them is no big deal. What truly matters is you.”
Yun Jiao turned toward the disciples below, her voice ringing clear and firm:
“You must not focus your attention on tools, but on your own cultivation. When your skill reaches true mastery, then every flower, every tree, every blade of grass and speck of dust can become your Immortal Weapon! Remember this—you are cultivating the Dao, not the tools. Put your mind into study, not into whether your pen writes well or not!”