Monarch Night

The combat power has increased a notch.

"Progress is good."

The Old Demon, who was originally looking to pick faults, had to pinch his nose and offer a compliment.

Even though he wanted to curse, he had to respect the facts.

"Ever since meeting the Grandmaster last time, I deeply felt my inadequacies and have been constantly pondering... seem to have gained some insight, yet it’s still all foggy and unclear."

Fang Che replied.

"Ha... this is the Hentian saber, do you think it’s so easy to comprehend? Without centuries of tempering, don’t even think about achieving Great Success with this Hen Tian Blade."

Sun Wutian, hands behind his back, said calmly: "Being able to memorize the sword form, and to use it perfectly, is one thing. But truly understanding why the sword’s edge points where it does, what it’s intended to do, and the optimal effect of each strike is the essence of wielding a sword."

"Ordinary people know how to raise a sword to hack at others; similarly raising a sword and hacking with the same force as an ordinary person, a Martial Artist can slash off an enemy’s head, or slice them in two, but an ordinary person’s sword will get stuck between bones, unable to pull it out themselves!"

"How can that be the same?"

Sun Wutian said: "So every cut, must have life! Have a soul! Have direction, have aspiration. Of course, most importantly, have hatred."

"Martial Artists and ordinary people alike, without hatred, don’t wield the blade! Understand?"

Fang Che sincerely accepted: "Understood."

Some of Sun Wutian’s words were indeed biased, like the phrase ’without hatred, don’t wield the blade’, but upon careful reflection, it did have a point.

Sun Wutian extended his hand and took Fang Che’s Nether Monarch Blade.

Just about to demonstrate: "Watch this, this one... huh?"

A sudden sound of surprise.

Because the Nether Monarch in his hand suddenly began to struggle, a surge of great force almost broke free.

Sun Wutian gripped the hilt with strength, his eyes revealing a strange light: "Divine Attribute Metal? Where did this come from? The divinity isn’t low."

Fang Che spoke out: "Nether Monarch, stay still."

Then, with a sheepish smile, he admitted: "This piece of metal was found by Vice Sect Master Yan’s granddaughter, Lord Yan Beihan, who once promised me that she would find a piece of Divine Attribute Metal for me..."

Sun Wutian snorted, then remembered that Yan Nan had seemed to mention this to him before, so he said: "You’ve really got some luck, that girl thinks she’s above everyone, yet she actually managed to give you such a precious thing, are you sure you didn’t charm her?"

"How could this disciple stand alongside Lord Yan..." Fang Che sweated profusely.

These old demons really don’t hold back when they speak.

"Why not measure up?"

Sun Wutian said: "But that girl is naturally Yin cold; she’s also a man-killing demon; with your personality being so lustful, if you really found that girl, I estimate it wouldn’t be many years before you die on her belly."

Fang Che was stupefied: Me... When did I become so lustful?

Even though you’re an old demon, you can’t ruin a person’s reputation out of thin air, right?

But Sun Wutian clearly misinterpreted his stupefaction, explaining: "That Yan Beihan girl, although defiantly pure, this Yin cold body, however, is a man’s nemesis."

"You are still young, don’t understand. Be cautious."

Fang Che humbly sought advice, saying: "This disciple is ignorant, I ask the Grandmaster for clarification."

This, indeed, isn’t understood.

"Any woman, for a man, is a kind of depletion. Have you not heard the saying: At sixteen, fair beauties resemble cream, swords on their waist to chop foolish men; though unseen fallings of heads, secretly cause one’s marrow to wither."

Sun Wutian said: "The pleasure between a man and woman, surely is mortal bliss; but to indulge relentlessly surely harms the body. Even ordinary women can have a man’s blood marrow withered, life shortened, let alone Martial Artists?"

"Today, I’ll teach you a lesson."

Sun Wutian seldom had the interest to teach a disciple, but this time he found Fang Che a bit excessive.

How is it possible to go on for three hours? A night is only so long?

The Old Demon felt if he did not remind him, this kid might spread his cultivation onto a woman’s belly, how then could he aspire to the Great Dao?

If my Hentian saber hopes are dashed, and yours too, wouldn’t that be foolish?

If Fang Che knew Sun Wutian thought this way, he’d certainly exclaim injustice, I’ve been holding back well, ever since eating that Big Mountain Yam... I was...

"Today, I’ll teach you a lesson, the prettier a woman is, the more dangerous she is. Dangerous in what way? Not in that she will deceive you... Does it mean less pretty women won’t deceive you? Actually, they’re all the same!"

Sun Wutian’s speech indeed fears neither offense nor propriety, rolling his eyes: "This pertains to the damage done to a man’s origin by the happiness shared between man and woman."

"Women are born from Heaven and Earth’s Yin spirit energy, naturally having Yin Qi; the more Yin Qi a woman has, the softer and more alluring she becomes, increasing her allure to men; the continent frequently has ancestral teachings, saying things like marrying the virtuous not the beautiful... This is all nonsense for politeness’s sake!"

Sun Wutian said: "It means to tell posterity, find someone ordinary to continue the lineage, don’t seek those too pretty ones... you’d be drained in a few years... Understood?"

"And a level like Yan Beihan’s..."

Sun Wutian suddenly grew angry, saying: "Also, that one you have in your room, such women are all disasters dressed as beauty, born from the spirit of Heaven and Earth, taking essence from the Sun and Moon; an extraordinary beauty emerging only once in many years. Who wouldn’t want to possess such a beauty? But possessing such a beauty, especially if this woman herself is a uniquely talented cultivation genius... heh, as a man it’s even more delightful, but the more joyful you are, the more you output, unknowingly, within a few years you’ll be drained."