Chapter Sixty-Eight: Three Million Sword Immortals in the Heavens

Listen to that—does that sound like anything a human would say? You don’t do a single thing any ordinary person would do.

The Sky-Swallowing Sparrow was so aggrieved it nearly burst into tears. Never had it seen such an unruly master; calling me over for no reason, almost shouting me away, and then claiming it was just a casual summon?

“Get up…”

With Ye Qiu’s permission, the Sky-Swallowing Sparrow felt the crushing weight on its body dissipate at last, and breathed a sigh of relief.

“That was terrifying. What other remarkable powers does this guy have? Just the ability to halt someone with a shout—no matter how lofty a master, even those beyond the Immortal Realm, could never shake him.”

Still shaken, the Sky-Swallowing Sparrow spoke. Even above the Immortal Realm, there were many divisions, but it had never encountered them, so their mysteries remained unknown. Yet it dared assert that Ye Qiu was the strongest among immortals; this single ability to command a halt was already enough to defy the heavens.

Imagine, when you’re fighting someone, a voice suddenly booms from the other side, sealing your power—could you escape death? There’s no way to play the game! Without strength, you can only stand there and take the hits—a harsh reality.

The Sky-Swallowing Sparrow wasn’t the only one dumbstruck; even Liu Jianchen was stunned, filled with dread at Ye Qiu’s monstrous ability. It was simply too frightening.

“Inconceivable. Such a divine skill exists in this world? More terrifying than any sword technique, it suppresses directly. Is this suppression by realm, or is it his inherent power?”

Liu Jianchen couldn’t figure it out. If it was a direct crushing by realm, he could at least strive for a chance; but if not, then this divine art was simply monstrous.

No one knew the limits of this power, nor how strong an opponent it could suppress, because, for now, there hadn’t appeared a single rival stronger than Ye Qiu. Thus… proper judgment was impossible.

“Senior, forgive me. I was too impulsive earlier and nearly destroyed your tavern…”

Liu Jianchen confessed, glancing at the ruined, teetering furnishings scattered across the main hall, feeling deeply uneasy.

Ye Qiu shot him a look and said displeased, “Is apologizing useful? You smashed all these things; you’d better restore them exactly as they were, or I’ll kill you…”

Ye Qiu deliberately frightened him, and Liu Jianchen shivered, hastily assuring, “Rest assured, Senior! I’ll repair everything, and return you a brand-new tavern.”

“That’s more like it…”

Ye Qiu’s anger faded at once. The things were already shabby anyway, but the fellow was so obliging.

Heh, another free renovation. This guy clearly had money—who else should I fleece?

“All right, let’s talk. What did you comprehend just now?”

Putting aside the renovation for now, Ye Qiu’s curiosity was piqued—what exactly had Liu Jianchen realized?

Upon Ye Qiu’s inquiry, Liu Jianchen’s face blossomed with joy. “Senior, I meditated on the stroke you left behind, practiced for half a month, and finally understood what you meant to convey…”

“Huh?”

What did I mean to convey?

Ye Qiu was baffled. Surely not… I just drew a line carelessly, didn’t think much, let alone intend to express anything.

And yet you claim you’ve grasped what I wanted to say?

Are you just making fun of me?

“Go on…”

Ye Qiu didn’t interrupt, letting him continue. He was curious to hear—perhaps he could learn a trick or two from it.

Liu Jianchen pointed at the single stroke on the table and said, “Senior, I think… the stroke you drew looks like a ‘one’, but in truth, it’s not.

It’s more like a sword—a sword yet unsheathed, its blade concealed, but its momentum already formed, perfectly natural, radiating an irresistible aura.

On the surface, it’s a sword poised to strike. I meditated for half a month and finally unraveled its mystery.

The sword lies in its form, the form in its meaning, the meaning in its momentum! You wished to tell me that the supreme way of the sword hinges on this momentum…

Overwhelm opponents with momentum, drive them back by force—this is the true supreme swordsmanship…”

“What?”

Ye Qiu was utterly confused. Did I say all that? How come I don’t know?

Come on, brother, I really didn’t mean all that—I just drew a random line, and your imagination is running wild.

You’ve conjured up a flawless answer out of thin air—a genius, truly…

When the author wrote it, none of this was intended, but your commentary is so compelling that even the author is stunned, feeling you’ve given the definitive answer…

You’re even more brilliant than the author…

A prodigy! Quick, send him off to school, lest he misses his chance at university—such a rare creative mind!

Ye Qiu was dazed, “Could it be I was wrong? Maybe I didn’t draw it casually, and this was what I meant to express?”

Ye Qiu started doubting himself, feeling Liu Jianchen was right and he himself was mistaken.

This guy, what an improviser—he’s even confused the original author.

Well, since you like to think that way, have it your way. No matter what I say, you all think it’s impressive—I’m helpless.

It truly fulfills the old saying: nowadays, young people cultivate immortality through imagination? Legendary cloud-cultivation? Just cloud it up…

Ye Qiu decided to play along, saying, “Hmm, excellent! The sword lies in its form, the form in its meaning, the meaning in its momentum! Sword momentum is the foundation of a swordsman.

Remember what I once said? No matter who you face, once you know they’re your enemy—even if they’re stronger—you must dare to draw your sword.

When rivals meet, the brave triumph. Only those who dare to draw their sword have a chance to become true swordsmen.

Understand this: the so-called sword momentum boils down to one phrase—you must possess the spirit that even among three million sword immortals in heaven, all must bow before me.”

“Three million sword immortals in heaven, and all must bow before me? Damn… that’s bold!”

“Wow, that line is just too impressive! Magnificent, exuding innate confidence—what audacity…”

Liu Jianchen was thoroughly amazed, and even the Sky-Swallowing Sparrow beside him was stunned, blinking and thinking, “Three million sword immortals in heaven, and all must bow before me?

Why does that line sound so exhilarating? It’s so uplifting, I want to go out and battle someone for three hundred rounds.”

Those words stirred the Sky-Swallowing Sparrow’s blood, filling it with eagerness.

“Wow, that’s incredible! That line… no, I need to jot it down. Next time, I’ll use it to show off.

Heh heh… Didn’t expect to get another showy phrase for free—what a profit!”

After saying it, even Ye Qiu felt a bit giddy. Who would’ve thought that the phrase he’d borrowed half a month ago would come in handy so soon?

Looks like he needs to stock up on more impressive lines in the future—it’s just too satisfying, unexpectedly letting him show off once again…