Chapter 983.2: I Wish to Ask the Profundities of the Dao - Part 2
Sword Sect.
Over these years, this sect suspended in midair had essentially passed its time between the sect master’s closed-door cultivation, emerging from seclusion, and then entering seclusion again. Disciples with worse luck who had newly come up the mountain likely only knew that their sect master was the number one sword dao grandmaster in the world, and nothing more.
They had never seen that Sword Sect’s Sect Master, and could only hear their martial uncles speak of that supreme figure in the sword dao under heaven.
There was a young sword cultivator, only seven or eight years old, who had just been taken in as a disciple by an aged sword cultivator of the Sword Sect. That old sword cultivator had been devoted to the sword dao his entire life. His aptitude was not bad, yet for some reason, despite burying himself in sword cultivation all his life, he remained stuck before Nepenthe, never earning from the world the title of sword immortal. One sixty-year cycle ago, that old sword cultivator still believed he had a chance, so he entered seclusion for another sixty years. But when that period ended, he finally gave up completely, knowing that in this life, he no longer had any hope.
Taking advantage of the few remaining years he still had to live, the old sword cultivator, who had entrusted the great path of sword dao to the next generation, finally went down the mountain. He traveled, stopping and going, and after two years, finally found a child with good innate talent in Wei Prefecture. That child was born into a farming household. When he was found, he was playing in the mud with other children in the fields. The first thing he said upon seeing the old sword cultivator left the old man speechless. Only after much persuasion did the old sword cultivator finally coax the boy into leaving home and coming to the Sword Sect. Yet the boy made a fuss every day, clamoring to see the Sword Sect’s Sect Master that the master he got for free kept talking about.
He wanted to see what the strongest sword cultivator under heaven actually looked like.
This gave the old sword cultivator a massive headache. Not to mention that the sect master was already in seclusion, even if he were not, he was not someone you could see just because you wanted to. Because of this, the old sword cultivator’s still-living fellow disciples could not help but tease him whenever they saw him.
And so, after practicing the sword for only half a day, the boy started clamoring to see the Sword Sect’s Sect Master again. The old sword cultivator was so worried that a few more strands of hair had turned white. Coming before his final disciple, he forced a smile and said, “A’Xun, as long as you train your sword properly on the mountain, sooner or later you will get to see the sect master. Why be in such a hurry? Listen to your master, when your cultivation realm is a bit higher and you meet the sect master, he will definitely remember you at a glance. Just think about it: when the sect master looks around like that, he suddenly spots you in the crowd and thinks, whose disciple is this? Such good aptitude, wouldn’t he remember you immediately?”
As the old sword cultivator spoke, he carefully observed his disciple’s expression. All these years, he had not achieved much in sword cultivation, and he was not good at dealing with people either.