Unrestricted Dao Lord

At the Five Elements Sect, Sikong Shuang arrived at Jiang Taizhen’s residence with a group of people.

Jiang Taizhen opened his eyes.

He was slightly surprised to see it was Sikong Shuang.

But he quickly regained his composure.

"Senior Sister, what brings you here?"

Jiang Taizhen asked.

"Junior Brother Jiang, the Elders have ordered me to bring you something. You should take a good look."

"Something?"

Jiang Taizhen didn’t pay it much mind.

Then, with a wave of her hand, the many disciples behind her carried several corpses and placed them before Jiang Taizhen.

"Hm?"

Jiang Taizhen’s brow furrowed.

"Senior Sister, what is the meaning of this?"

Sikong Shuang said coldly, "Come, show Junior Brother Jiang the rubbings of the words written in blood."

A Five Elements Sect Disciple then brought over the blood-inked rubbings.

The moment Jiang Taizhen saw them, his gaze sharpened.

"Is this Zhang Su?"

Sikong Shuang nodded. "That’s right. Zhang Su did this. You killed a man named Shen Mo, who seemed to have some connection to Zhang Su. As a result, Zhang Su has killed three of our Five Elements Sect’s Inner Force squads. Thirteen Inner Force disciples died at his hands."

Jiang Taizhen glanced at the thirteen corpses on the ground, then looked up at Sikong Shuang.

Suddenly, Jiang Taizhen smiled.

"I understand what the Elders mean. I’ll trouble you, Senior Sister, to report back to them that I will handle this matter. I’m not afraid of Zhang Su’s madness; I’m only afraid he won’t accept the challenge."

"Is he just afraid I’ll ambush him? No, he underestimates me. I will kill him in a fair and open fight!"

"Tonight, I will make my move!"

Having said his piece, Jiang Taizhen closed his eyes once more.

His attitude greatly annoyed Sikong Shuang.

But there was nothing she could do.

Jiang Taizhen’s Three Meridians Unite made him extraordinary within the Five Elements Sect.

Although she had some renown among Huajin Martial Artists, her status was far inferior to Jiang Taizhen’s.

"Hmph. I hope you’re a man of your word!"

Sikong Shuang immediately turned and left.

Although she was annoyed by his demeanor, the Elders had already given her instructions.

If Jiang Taizhen accepted the challenge tonight, she had to ensure his safety no matter what.

Whether Jiang Taizhen won or lost, he absolutely could not be allowed to die.

’What a pain...’

Sikong Shuang shook her head.

She knew tonight would be troublesome.

But there was no helping it; she had to obey the Elders’ command.

If Jiang Taizhen won, everyone would naturally be thrilled.

If he lost, it wouldn’t be a major issue.

But Jiang Taizhen absolutely could not die.

If Jiang Taizhen died, the Five Elements Sect would truly be shaken to its core.

...

「Guiyuan Sect Headquarters.」

Zhang Su had been staying in his room.

He wasn’t just waiting for nightfall.

He was seeking comprehension.

Although Zhang Su had never spoken a word to Shen Mo, he had seen him fight.

He had especially noted Shen Mo’s use of Swordsmanship.

That particular Swordsmanship wasn’t exceptionally powerful.

It couldn’t even be considered a top-tier technique, barely qualifying as Superior Swordsmanship.

And yet, in Shen Mo’s hands, that very same Superior Swordsmanship was terrifyingly potent.

Zhang Su had observed him closely. Shen Mo’s Swordsmanship was truly different.

The man’s Swordsmanship seemed to be alive!

Yes, alive!

The Swordsmanship of others, including Zhang Su himself, felt dead even when practiced to Perfection.

It lacked that kind of Spiritual Energy.

But Shen Mo was different.

Zhang Su had once asked Elder Wang if there was another Realm beyond Perfection for Martial Techniques.

Elder Wang had told him that, according to ancient texts, once a Martial Technique was trained to Perfection, it was possible to reach the realm where skill borders on the Dao—if one could find the right opportunity for enlightenment.

That Realm was called Divine Intent!

Once one achieved Divine Intent, their Martial Techniques would come alive, and their power would skyrocket.

However, this Realm was only recorded in books.

No one knew how to reach it.

Zhang Su believed that Shen Mo’s Swordsmanship had already reached that state of bordering on the Dao.

After all, Shen Mo had spent ten years honing a single blade. He practiced only one Swordsmanship technique every day and was completely obsessed with it, pouring his entire heart and soul into that one art.

Given that, it was entirely possible that in those ten years, he had cultivated Divine Intent in that Swordsmanship.

’A common Inner Force Martial Artist, using an ordinary Superior Swordsmanship, managed to overwhelm countless other Inner Force Martial Artists who practiced top-tier or even Unparalleled Cultivation Techniques and Martial Techniques—all thanks to the Divine Intent he cultivated in his sword.’

For the past few days, Zhang Su had been pondering this.

Divine Intent required an opportunity, a trigger.

Without that trigger, a lifetime of practice would be in vain.

Moreover, even if all his Martial Techniques reached 100% Compatibility, he still wouldn’t be able to cultivate Divine Intent.

In other words, Divine Intent was only related to the Martial Artist themselves.

It was a kind of power on a spiritual or mental level.

It was abstruse and enigmatic.

There were no rules to follow.

Originally, Zhang Su hadn’t held out much hope.

But just today, he had killed thirteen Inner Force Martial Artists in a row.

When he used the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique, it had felt incredibly natural.

It was as if every inch of his body was cheering.

Even his mind was filled with an immense joy.

In that state, he seemed to have felt a spark of something.

But Zhang Su couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was.

SHINK.

Zhang Su drew his sword.

Since he couldn’t put it into words, he would practice!

Practice until he dropped!

"Read a book a hundred times, and its meaning will reveal itself."

The same was true for Swordsmanship.

If you couldn’t comprehend it or didn’t understand, then you just had to practice.

Back then, Shen Mo had honed his blade for ten years. He hadn’t been actively trying to achieve enlightenment.

He just practiced!

As his skill bordered on the Dao, Divine Intent was born naturally.

Now, a faint spark flickered in Zhang Su’s mind, but it was indistinct, and he couldn’t grasp it.

In a situation like this, all he could do was practice his sword.

Zhang Su emptied his mind.

He cast out all distracting thoughts.

His mind held only a single concept: the sword.

He began to practice the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique, moving almost on instinct.

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