Chapter 159: Master and Disciple
“Master, within the Light Sword School, the Emperor’s Formation and the Judgment Formation are undoubtedly the most powerful formations. Why do I have to learn the weakest one, the Floating Veda Formation?”
The young and inexperienced Daven gathered his courage to question the kind old man.
The old man looked at Daven, who was sitting on the floor of the swordsmanship arena due to exhaustion, and couldn’t help but smile as he replied.
“All things are created by the mind. When you see iron in a book, you may think there’s nothing heavier in the world. But if you saw gold for the first time, would you have the same thought?”
“Master, disciple is foolish, hoping master can speak in plain language.”
“Cough.” The old man cleared his throat and said lightly.
“It means don’t assume that what you think is good is always good. Perhaps when you least expect it, something better has already passed you by. Do you understand? Young man, you’re in this situation right now.”
Daven scratched his head and looked at the wooden sword in his hand, speaking as if lost in thought.
“So, it means to know when to quit, right?”
“Why are you being so blunt?” The old man glared at the other person unfriendly, then continued speaking.
“The Array of One-Float Veda isn’t the weakest; it’s just the most difficult to master among all the factions of the Light Sword Style. So, hardly anyone practices it, leading to its decline and its reputation as the weakest among insiders.”
“I see. So, if I master it, will I become very strong, Master!”
“Of course!”
“Could I defeat you then, Master?”
“Well, uh…” The old man was somewhat conflicted because he both hoped his disciple could surpass him and didn’t want to be defeated by this little fellow. His wrinkled hand slowly stroked his beard, and he eventually said casually.
“Let’s call it a draw.”
“Alright, then I’ll learn the Emperor’s Array!”
“Kid, alright, alright, you’re amazing. Our Daven will definitely become an incredible powerhouse in the future. Eventually, even his master, Lord Laogeri, will be surpassed, making him one of the top strongmen in our duke’s mansion.” The old man said helplessly. Daven immediately burst into laughter, clenched his fists tightly, and swung them towards the sky.
“That’s right! I, Daven, will definitely be the strongest in the future, surpassing Master Laogeri, and ultimately becoming the Guardian of the duke’s mansion and even the kingdom!”
As Lord Laogeri looked at the ambitious young man, he couldn’t help but be reminded of his own youth. A wider smile crept onto his face, and he murmured softly.
“Grow up quickly, little guardian of the kingdom.”
“Daven!” Daven’s voice was hoarse and strained, his divine power already depleted by half from previous battles. Now, the appearance of Lord Laogeri filled him with despair.
“Why are you here!”
“Why are you always standing in my way?!”
Daven gritted his teeth, stepping back, raising his light sword high. His divine power overflowed, casting a terrifying radiance that illuminated the entire sky.
However, Lord Laogeri coldly swung his sword once again. Its speed caught Daven completely off guard. By the time he regained his senses, his right hand had already fallen to the ground.
“Ah!!”
A pain surpassing the ordinary loss of a limb surged through Daven’s body like a storm. He couldn’t help but let out a painful roar, yet the indifferent old man showed no emotion.
【Master】
Daven staggered back, while the people on the ground applauded one by one. The army that had been brought along had already been subdued by the mercenaries, and the situation seemed to have settled like dust.
【Master】
Blood continued to spatter, as if draining all the blood from his body. His divine power gradually dispersed, and his consciousness began to blur.
【Master】
Daven saw the Blade Emperor, the leader of the Blades, in mortal peril under the sword of the Nameless Sword Saint. That guy, clearly, if he hadn’t rushed in, there would have been no threat to his life.
【Master】
In the reflection of his pupils, Daven saw Laogeri’s figure rapidly approaching, yet he was already unable to move. He couldn’t help but feel bewildered, as if an indescribable emotion was about to erupt from his entire being…
“Master, have I surpassed you?”
“Master, have I surpassed you?”
In his hollow gaze, he couldn’t find an answer.
Laogeri looked at Daven as his mask fell, the young face causing him to squint his eyes. Memories flooded his mind like a breached dam, and he could no longer maintain his cold, indifferent gaze.
Rebellious disciple, even though there was a chance to escape elsewhere using the Wind Chaser’s Eye, he still thought about surpassing his master.
Truly, an incompetent disciple.
“You still have a long way to go,” Laogeri’s response made Daven smile, and the Book of Oracle, held tightly in his hand, slowly loosened and fell to the ground.
Yes, I haven’t even surpassed my master yet, so how can I not be controlled by others!
I’ve given everything, but what have I really gained in return…
The blue book fell vertically towards the ground.
Just as Laogeri was about to grab the Book of Oracle back through the air, suddenly a green light descended from the sky, and the Book of Oracle disappeared instantly.
The light shone on Daven’s face, causing him to squint his eyes as he looked up.
The sun that day seemed equally blinding.
Right.
Daven felt his eyelids heavy, but he suddenly realized at this moment.
“What I’ve always wanted… is to be the strongest.”
Yes, why did it take me so long to understand.
Why.
It’s only now that you’ve reminded me.
Master…
