Falling in Love with a 500-year-old female elder

Chapter 23: Advice! Elder Fei Long Guru Saint!

“Change?” Ning Chuan’s smile curved as he began to explain, “Changing can be both difficult and simple.”

“Do you remember my earlier words?” he asked Elder Fei Long, “If it doesn’t break… it won’t stand.”

Boom!

Elder Fei Long’s eyes sparkled, a glimmer of understanding dawning on him.

“Why don’t you break and don’t stand?” Elder Fei Long inquired.

Ning Chuan chuckled, “Elder Fei Long, your previous understanding falls short. Let’s delve deeper.”

“Pass me the sword,” Ning Chuan requested, holding out his hand.

Elder Fei Long handed him the iron sword, curiosity dancing in his eyes.

Ning Chuan grasped the sword’s hilt with five fingers, his gaze lifting to the sky.

“Elder Fei Long, today I shall teach you about the vigor that cannot be broken or established.”

“In the path of swordsmanship, when you encounter mountains, you split them. When you meet water, you cut through it. Confront dragons, and you cleave them. When wind and thunder appear, you sever them.”

“With a sword in hand, you command the winds to shift directions.”

“Even if the heavens boast three million sword immortals, they shall bow before me.”

“This is the way of the sword.”

“And what defines a sword cultivator?”

“Common cultivators strive for longevity, extraordinary power, and freedom. But sword cultivators seek a singular purpose: to cut away ineptitude, delusion, and self-consciousness.”

“The ancients spoke of aligning with heaven’s path in practice, but I, as a sword cultivator, reject this notion.”

“Defiance against destiny determines life. Rebellion against others leads to the skies. If you don’t accept heaven and humanity, you transcend into the realm of gods!”

“I shall pry open heaven’s gates with my sword. Even if gods and demons descend upon the mortal world, my sword shall cleave them all!”

“This is the path of the sword. This is sword cultivation!”

Boom!!

As Ning Chuan spoke, his words resonated like a symphony of bells and rhythms, shaking Elder Fei Long to his core.

A surge of enlightenment coursed through Elder Fei Long, his eyes widening as he absorbed Ning Chuan’s teachings. Every line seemed to strike a chord deep within him.

[Three million sword immortals in the sky, you must lower your eyebrows when you see me!

People in the world seek longevity, extraordinariness, and freedom in their cultivation, but sword cultivators should seek only one sword, cut off incompetence, cut off delusional thoughts, and cut out self-consciousness!]

What boldness this is!!!

This is the sword cultivator!!!

At this moment, Elder Fei Long was shocked like never before.

A bolt from the blue quickly flashed through his mind!

Ning Chuan paused, allowing the impact of his words to settle.

“Do you recall the words I shared earlier?” Ning Chuan inquired, his tone measured.

“A speck of dust can fill the sea. A blade of grass can cut down the sun, the moon, and the stars. A sword can even rule the ages!”

With that, he unsheathed his sword and directed it towards the sky.

“Elder Fei Long, take heed of this sword.”

Boom!!!

In an instant, a potent gust of wind spiraled around Ning Chuan, his black hair and moon-white garment fluttering in its wake.

All of Ning Chuan’s years of understanding and mastery of kendo converged at this moment. In the blink of an eye, he surged forward, slashing his sword towards the heavens.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The fabric of reality seemed to distort, the very air humming with the resonance of the strike. The hall trembled as sword energy surged, filling every inch of space. The clash of swords resounded, echoing between the earth and sky.

A radiant sword light cleaved through the heavens, a brilliant streak that tore apart the ten-thousand-meter expanse of clouds. The sky itself seemed to crack open, an awe-inspiring sight that left anyone who saw it breathless.

The intensity of this radiant sword was such that it compelled even the gods and Buddhas above to quake.

Elder Fei Long stood there, utterly astonished. His gaze shifted from the sword to Ning Chuan, taking in the scene before him.

Ning Chuan appeared serene, his black hair loose and his attire white as snow. A sword rested in his hand, and he emanated an aura of ancient power.

In Elder Fei Long’s eyes, Ning Chuan resembled a master of old, a figure who had emerged from the dust of history.

However, little did Elder Fei Long know that behind this composed exterior, Ning Chuan was inwardly exclaiming, “Crap! I’m pretending way too much!”

Externally, Ning Chuan maintained his calm demeanor, but internally, he was practically tearing his hair out.

What on earth had just happened? He had intended to feign his way through, yet here he was, unveiling his true power.

Why had he suddenly unleashed such an astonishing strike? Ning Chuan’s self-reproach was evident, and his mind was a whirlwind of confusion.

He had only meant to act the part of a skilled sword practitioner, but somehow, he had tapped into his genuine abilities.

Ning Chuan’s restraint finally crumbled under the weight of his frustration. He couldn’t keep up the facade any longer.

Originally, Ning Chuan had set out with a simple plan: exploit the flaws that his remarkable perception offered, embellish it with some knowledge from his past life, and earn a hundred pieces of gold from Elder Fei Long. With the ambitious task of constructing a grand building looming ahead, funds were a pressing necessity.

But fate had a different path in store. As he spoke, something unexpected happened—he comprehended the pinnacle of swordsmanship. And then, almost involuntarily, his sword was drawn.

Ning Chuan couldn’t believe it himself. How did he end up revealing his true capabilities? Was this the influence of his full-level martial arts talent? The sheer power he displayed was overwhelming.

He looked at Elder Fei Long, who stood there stunned. Clearing his throat, Ning Chuan managed a dry smile. “Elder Fei Long, was the hundred pieces of gold worth it? Don’t forget to pay me later.”

“And about today’s events, let’s keep it between us. No need to spread the word,” he added with a note of caution.

“Well… I should be on my way now.” With a wave, Ning Chuan turned to leave, hastening his steps.

It wasn’t until Ning Chuan was out of sight that Elder Fei Long slowly regained his senses. Taking a deep breath, he moved in the direction Ning Chuan had gone and bowed deeply.

“I’ve been truly enlightened,” he said to the empty space.

Elder Fei Long had come to a stunning realization. When Ning Chuan unleashed that powerful strike, he had achieved an insight that led him to the threshold of sainthood.

His seven hundred years of dedication had finally found its culmination—a torrent propelling him toward a realm he had long aspired to reach. The smile on his face reflected the sentiment that a hundred pieces of gold couldn’t compare to this newfound enlightenment.

To Elder Fei Long, this deal was invaluable. A hundred pieces of gold for the promise of sanctification—truly unprecedented. He knew that once he shared this, the world would be shaken.

As he muttered to himself, Elder Fei Long laughed heartily, “Mr. Ning… Heavenly Mysterious Building…”

Recalling the day he had sought to uncover Ning Chuan’s true identity, he chuckled at the twist of fate. He had never anticipated that his investigation would lead him to the path of sanctification.

As for the question of Ning Chuan’s identity as the legendary landlord of Heavenly Mysterious, Elder Fei Long had already found his answer. In all of space and time, who else could bestow sainthood with a single word? It had to be the landlord himself.

With a resolute heart, Elder Fei Long’s feet left the ground, propelling him into the sky. He soared like a beam of light, tearing through the fabric of reality as he headed toward Heavenly Saint Palace.

Looking back at the Seven Blessings Inn, a determined expression crossed Elder Fei Long’s face. “Wait for me,” he murmured, his gaze unwavering. He had a plan forming in his mind.

When he returned as a true saint, he would express his gratitude to Ning Chuan with a gift beyond imagination—a gift that would be truly shocking.