
"Bai'er," called a 127-year-old old man, his hair had turned white as a result of aging had a long beard. In a cross-legged position he closed his eyes. That morning the little boy called by the name of Bai'er had just stopped practicing after a week. He looked ragged full of scars, seeing that his Master was concerned.
"As a swordsman, you know what's better than a sword?"
The 12-year-old boy shook his head. "No idea, Teacher."
Then the pale-white eyeball opened immediately looking gently at his disciple as he pointed at the child's chest, "The heart of man."
Suddenly the answer made the little boy's eyebrows knit, his narrow eyes twitched trying to observe his teacher closer. "But ... The teacher says the heart is the weakness of a man."
A smile rose at both corners of the old man's lips.
"The heart is like an iron, Bai'er." He patted his student's head with affection. "When you forge it, it will be as strong as a sword. But if you let it blunt and rust, it's just a dud."
"What is Teacher talking about? Teacher knows I hate idiosyncrasies, poetry and pleasantries. It makes my head hurt. I'd rather practice for months than understand what Master's convoluted words mean."
There was a little laugh afterwards. "Son, you'll understand someday ..." He gazed deep into the door where the autumn leaves fell on the top of the Thousand Tree Mountain college courtyard so beautifully.
"When meeting someone who has a heart stronger than a sword. He is a special figure. When you look into his eyes you will see a great conviction, when you talk to him you feel he is different, and when you see him fighting ..."
The little boy frowned, while his teacher looked back at his eyeballs deeply.
"You'll see someone who fights in a completely different way. His heart and sword are in line, he is capable of doing what no one else can. I saw it in you, Xiang Yi Bai. That person is inside you."
"How can the teacher be sure of this?"
"When you become a teacher and see for yourself, you will definitely feel what I am feeling right now."
At first glance Xiang Yi Bai almost remembered the man's face but unfortunately when he tried to remember the face like it was covered by light. The man's voice sounded echoing in his mind.
Finally Xiang Yi Bai understood after hundreds of years, the meaning of the sentence had a deep meaning. His thin lips came smiling as a thunderous voice rang out the entire Gorge of Regret.
"Six Killer Methods!"
The fierce pure power energy surged making the ground where Xue Zhan stood cracking soar upwards. The rocks blocked the view for five seconds, the Eleven-Finger Ghost lingered on its footing while looking at all sides meticulously. At first glance, several movements at once, the Wind Flipping Clouds Technique caused the rocks to be thrown to a point where the enemy stood.
The whirling of the wind currents turned odd, the Eleven-Finger Ghost cut dozens of stones that were thrown towards him with a sword. In a state without hands he was still able to attack in a row, the Eleven-Finger Ghost read the movement right behind.
"You got it, boy!" his screams boomed, but who would have thought in the next second the surrounding stones squeezed the body of the Eleven-Finger Ghost. As if it were being pulled by a strong magnet. Xue Zhan shook his sword and prepared to use the next technique.
With the Weasel technique Run Xue Zhan round the enemy locked by the rocks. Sword incisions flashed all over the stone, the white shadow of the circular sword slash could be seen for two seconds until Xue Zhan finally stopped his steps and inserted the sword into the sheath.
The moment Xue Zhan turned around a head was thrown at him then it rolled under his feet. The broken stone mixed with the pieces of the human body. The Eye of the Eleven-Finger Ghost was still wide-eyed, unable to believe death had really picked up so quickly. Xue Zhan kept him confined within the stone confinement, the technique was almost the same as the Earth Shattering Rat technique.
Besides Xue Zhan displayed six moves at once in the Six Killing Methods, the final slash move was a fusion between the Wind Sword Dance and Running Weasel moves. In a few moments Xiang Yi Bai was speechless. It was Xue Zhan's strongest move at the moment.
"Truly a demon ..." Those eyes stared sinisterly at Xue Zhan who was just standing unmoved in front of him. Until finally the eye was no longer moving, the Eleven-Finger Ghost was dead.
Xue Zhan immediately chased towards the Red Taring troops, the killing appetite of the young man felt even greater after he killed the leader of the force, Xiang Yi Bai could clearly feel it.
His astonishment turned into worry. A strong killing intent was one way to weaken the seal inside Xue Zhan's body. He could not stop Xue Zhan from slaughtering the hundreds of humans in front of him. Fenghuang had killed over a hundred and now Xue Zhan had also done the same.
Now the clear river that flowed along the Gorge of Regret was like a giant pool of blood. A few lifeless floating corpses, dying shrieks continued to color the bloody situation that night. The long gripping night that Xiang Yi Bai had never witnessed when humans killed each other.
Xue Zhan decapitated two people in a single swing of the sword, his fiery red eyes constantly hunting down the enemy. Suddenly someone's hand touched his shoulder and stopped him.
"No need to take them all out."
"But Master-!" Xue Zhan wanted to refute.
"Who is the teacher here? Me or you?"
"Of course Master Xiang." Xue Zhan lowered his head in restraining his embarrassment. Secretly glanced back where dozens of people from the Red Taring were still alive. Fenghuang came to a stop when Xiang Yi Bai raised a hand.
"Fouling your hands with the blood of innocent people will only bring reinforcements" explained Xiang Yi Bai.
"An innocent man? Clearly they were from the Red Fangs, they were definitely a handshake."
"Did they hurt you?"
Xue Zhan replied half-heartedly.
"No."
"Then ask them, do they still want to live?"
Xue Zhan stared at the roughly 48 surviving Red Taring party, trying not to go against his teacher. Whereas Xiang Yi Bai was a ruthless person with no mercy, Xue Zhan could not believe that the man would defend the enemy who had wanted to kill him.
"You still want to live?"