57: Chapter 57 Your sword is too heavy

Gu Wanquan frowned as he looked at Su Yi and said in a deep voice, "I don't understand. It was clearly something I gained from my own Dao, so why can't I use it?"

Su Yi shook his head, his peach-blossom eyes seeming to see through everything as he said, "That was indeed gained from your Dao, but what you realized was someone else's Dao, not your own!"

This light remark instantly struck Gu Wanquan's heart. The originally impatient Gu Wanquan felt his entire body turn cold in an instant.

Everything he had gained from his Dao came from the "Sword Immortal Remnant Scroll," which was passed down by a Sword Immortal. Its Sword Dao was exquisite and profound, and he had only caught a glimpse of the tip of the iceberg!

That was why Gu Wanquan stubbornly believed that only the Sword Dao was the supreme path to open the Immortal's gate!

And Su Yi's words directly struck at something Gu Wanquan had never wanted to think about.

Even though Gu Wanquan always appeared smiling, every fiber of his being was filled with extreme arrogance.

He was born to be a legend!

But if this legend was nothing more than walking on a path others had already trodden, reaching places others had already arrived at...

This was tantamount to crushing Gu Wanquan's arrogance, forcing him to admit that he was nothing but a mediocre talent picking up the scraps of others!

Even if those scraps belonged to an Immortal, it still wouldn't do!

"You... how did you know?" A flash of killing intent crossed Gu Wanquan's eyes. Anyone who knew about this matter could not be allowed to live in this world!

Su Yi, possessing the effects of a Mythical Talent, instantly perceived Gu Wanquan's killing intent. But since he had already begun to act cool, he couldn't stop now!

Su Yi shook his head slightly and sighed, then said in a gentle tone, "Wanquan, your talent is undeniably the highest among us all. But talent is just talent after all. Gaining power that doesn't belong to you would make anyone suspicious!"

Gu Wanquan looked at Su Yi with a gloomy expression, his right hand already lifting his sword by half an inch. It was clear that Su Yi's words had not convinced him, but instead intensified his killing intent toward Su Yi.

Su Yi quickened his pace and continued, "But you were able to comprehend an Opportunity that others could not, which shows that you possess this unique talent. However, whether you rely on this power to become someone else, or use this power to become yourself, that depends on you!"

The hand drawing the sword froze in place. Gu Wanquan seemed to be paralyzed. Su Yi's heart was almost in his throat, but he continued to look at Gu Wanquan with a calm face.

He looked like a wise man guiding a lost Disciple, his eyes filled with wisdom and depth.

Both sides stood there quietly. The bored Su Yi had even started counting sheep in his mind.

"Is this the reason why Senior Brother Su insisted on defeating me in the Grand Competition?" Gu Wanquan asked softly with his head bowed.

It's here, it's here! Finally reached this step!

Su Yi exhausted all his acting skills, shook his head slightly, and said in a deep voice, using the tone most capable of deceiving a wealthy woman: "I wasn't defeating you; I was defeating him!"

Gu Wanquan suddenly raised his head to look at Su Yi, his eyes full of disbelief.

But he only saw the fine lines crinkling around those slightly curved peach-blossom eyes, soft as a pool of spring water.

"I just wanted to defeat him, and then tell you that this power is not invincible. Do not let that power blind you. What you need to do is step on his shoulders to climb an even higher mountain!"

Gu Wanquan trembled all over. His right hand, which had been drawing the sword, involuntarily released the hilt. He stumbled back two steps, looked at Su Yi in front of him, and asked in disbelieving doubt, "Why? Why help me?"

"Why help you?" Su Yi sighed and snapped his fingers casually.

A stream of water appeared beside Su Yi and transformed into the appearance of Su Yi. Su Yi handed his sword to the Water Clone beside him before looking at Gu Wanquan and saying leisurely, "Then let's have a fight against my Water Clone without using any sword techniques!"

Why use a Water Clone? Naturally, it was to make Gu Wanquan not use sword techniques!

You say this isn't bullying Gu Wanquan who has only been practicing the sword for a few months?

Nonsense, your Brother Su is best at using long reach against short reach!

After speaking, he left Gu Wanquan with an inscrutable back and turned to leave, while in reality, he was screaming at the Clone in his heart: "Damn it, I'm done acting cool, it's your turn. You must finish this quickly!"

The Clone did not answer but instantly drew its sword and charged at Gu Wanquan.

At this moment, Gu Wanquan, who only wanted to get an answer, also drew his sword. He gave up the gains from his Dao that he had prepared long ago and forgot about washing away the humiliation of his failure.

Now, he only wanted one answer: why did Su Yi want to help him!

There were no flashy sword techniques, no dazzling clashes of True Qi.

There was only the purest collision of sword against sword!

Two figures shuttled back and forth in the dense forest, and the clanging sound of metal rang out continuously.

The result was predictable. How could the greenhorn Gu Wanquan be a match for an old schemer who had been practicing the sword for ten years?

In less than a hundred moves, Gu Wanquan's sword was knocked away. The Water Clone pointed its sword between Gu Wanquan's eyes and instantly dissipated into a puddle of water.

This competition had almost exhausted Gu Wanquan's spirit. He lay on his back on the ground, panting heavily. At this moment, he was finally convinced.

If it were just a sword competition without using sword techniques, Su Yi's sword skills and moves were far superior to his own!

Just a single Water Clone was enough to purely defeat him!

If he had come in person, he probably wouldn't even be able to last a few rounds!

Too strong. It was completely unlike someone of their tender age; the sword technique was as seasoned as a swordsman who had killed countless people.

Gu Wanquan looked up at the night sky. At this moment, the stars filled the sky, and the starlight seemed to fall into his eyes.

Then, a pair of beautiful peach-blossom eyes appeared.

Su Yi stood at Gu Wanquan's head, leaned over to look at him, and a smile appeared on his face: "Yo, is Sword Immortal Gu lying here watching the stars?"

Gu Wanquan wanted to return a smile, but he didn't want to exert any strength. Looking at those eyes that were much brighter than the starlight, Gu Wanquan asked blankly: "Then why? Senior Brother Su, why help me?"

Su Yi took out the Low Grade spirit sword from his Storage Pouch, stuck it into the ground beside Gu Wanquan's head, and said softly:

"Your sword is too heavy. It's not the iron that's heavy, but your heart!"

Looking at those clear eyes, Gu Wanquan's pupils contracted. He looked at Su Yi's neck, wanting to kill Su Yi instantly!

It was as if Su Yi knew his biggest secret, the fact that he carried a different Bloodline, a secret he wanted to forget but could never shake off.

Anyone who knew his biggest secret had to die, without exception!

Su Yi's calm voice sounded: "I don't know your secret, and you don't need to worry. I just saw a young man wearing a mask all day, holding a heavy sword, yet still forcing himself to smile, which made me feel a bit sad!"

Hearing Su Yi's words, the softest part of Gu Wanquan's heart seemed to be touched suddenly. A warmth surged into his eyes, and he hurriedly closed them.

Not looking at Gu Wanquan's loss of composure, Su Yi straightened up and walked toward the courtyard, saying as he walked:

"Consider this Low Grade spirit sword a gift from me, to congratulate you, Junior Brother, on your successful Foundation Establishment!"