Remould the Glory of Sword Art

"Master... Master?"

Duan Zhao was stunned.

He raised his head, dumbfounded, staring at the gallant young face in front of him.

These two words always seemed so distant to him.

After a long journey from Wangyou Island to Da Sui Sword Palace, his purpose was to become an apprentice... but he didn't want any other mentor, only Xie Xuanyi. His father told him Xie Xuanyi was dead, but he didn't believe it. Perhaps his deep obsession moved the heavens; Duan Zhao truly encountered "Xie Xuanyi" at Da Sui Sword Palace.

At that time, Xie Xuanyi was just Xie Zhen.

But that didn't matter.

In Duan Zhao's eyes, this guy was "Xie Xuanyi."

There was no evidence.

Evidence wasn't needed either.

Since he was from Wangyou Island, he was a Martial Artist by blood. Martial Artists have always acted on intuition, and Duan Zhao felt Xie Zhen was not simple. If he were to acknowledge any master, it would surely be Xie Zhen... even if he was young, even if his realm wasn't very high.

As facts showed, his intuition was indeed sharp.

Unfortunately.

In these two years.

Xie Xuanyi never let Duan Zhao call him Master. Though they had the reality of a "master and disciple," they lacked the formal acknowledgment.

Once the words fell.

The Purple Bamboo Forest fell into silence for a moment.

The wind blew, and the forest leaves rustled.

"Silly boy..."

Xie Xuanyi wasn't in a hurry. He continued to look directly into the boy's eyes, smiling: "If you nod, I will be your master from now on."

"!!"

Duan Zhao suddenly didn't know what to say, nodding vigorously like a hen pecking at rice.

He suddenly thought of something.

Afraid that Xie Xuanyi might regret it, the little fellow hurriedly lifted his hem, ready to kneel down for a grand ceremony of kowtow.

"Don't—"

Xie Xuanyi reached out his palm, gently supporting him, speaking warmly: "There's no need for three kneelings and nine kowtows. Since I have accepted you as a disciple, there's no reason to regret. You've stayed in Central State for a while; in some time, you'll return to Wangyou Island, right? Tell your parents about it by then, and this matter will be settled."

"Mountain Master... Mountain Master Master, what island did you just mention?"

Duan Zhao blinked, trying to play dumb.

He remembered his parents' instructions before leaving—try not to reveal his identity while outside.

"Stop pretending, your acting is terrible..."

Huang Su stood holding his sword, saying flatly: "Wangyou Island's matters have long been no secret here."

"Ah?!"

Duan Zhao's face was full of surprise, feeling very awkward, not knowing whether to stand or sit.

He scratched his head, thought for a long time, and asked sheepishly: "Master, Martial Uncle... when did you find out?"

"... "

Huang Su was silent for a moment, then said with a huff: "Shortly after the Sword Qi Ceremony, your father came once."

Duan Zhao's eyes widened.

"Being Wangyou Island's sole heir, special care is naturally required."

Huang Su snorted and said: "If I'm not mistaken, your father came to the Sword Palace to ask someone not to properly teach you sword training..."

In Wangyou Island Master's eyes, his son is a martial arts prodigy once in a century; practicing the Sword Dao is somewhat overkill.

This kid was determined to come to Da Sui Sword Palace at all costs, determined to stay for several years.

The father could only let him go.

However.

If Da Sui Sword Palace doesn't properly teach him, in two more years, his son will still think about returning to the island to inherit the family business.

This was the thinking of that Wangyou Island Master, an ideal thought unfortunately contrasted by reality. At that time, Wangyou Island Master chose "Xie Xuanyi" because Xie Xuanyi's realm was low, only at the Cave Heaven Realm, in the master's eyes, his exceptionally talented son could easily surpass in a few years of cultivation...

Unexpectedly!

Unexpectedly, oh unexpectedly!

Two years have passed, young Duan has progressed rapidly, learned many real skills, and has increasingly distanced himself from this "master."

"Is this really true?"

Duan Zhao was half-believing, looking toward Xie Xuanyi.

"It is indeed true."

Xie Xuanyi chuckled and said: "Your father hoped I would casually teach you a couple of moves..."

"This old man... too much! He promised not to meddle with my affairs after leaving the island, but he ended up setting me up!"

Duan Zhao angrily exclaimed, subconsciously wanting to take out the Wind and Thunder Bracelet to complain.

This gesture was suppressed by Xie Xuanyi.

"Harmony within the family leads to prosperity."

Xie Xuanyi promptly reassured: "The past events are just trivial matters, floating clouds."

A future Wangyou Island Master was lured under the wings of Da Sui Sword Palace...

Back then, the benefits the Island Master offered were all received without exception.

Xie Xuanyi did not intend to return this cheap disciple.

To talk about it would be to admit one's fault.

He certainly did not wish for the Wind and Thunder Bracelet to send messages, prompting the Island Master and his wife to personally visit, raising charges.

"Alright... I'll listen to Master."

Duan Zhao took a deep breath, calming himself.

Although his father schemed, the ensuing events deviated from the expected path.

Accidentally.

He truly became Xie Xuanyi's disciple.

What in the world could be more wonderful than having one's wishes come true?

Xie Xuanyi smilingly pulled Duan Zhao up, brushing the dust off his clothes. This little guy was good at everything; he appeared clumsy but was actually wise beyond his years... if he were to choose a disciple to bear his teachings, Xie Xuanyi would truly prefer someone like "Duan Zhao."

In choosing a disciple, talent is secondary.

Character should always be the priority.

The Great Dao River is infinite, and no matter how talented, it only means traveling faster and farther on the path of the Great Dao.

If character is corrupt and morality is low,

then no amount of talent is useful. In such cases, superior aptitude becomes a great disaster.

Xie Xuanyi summoned Chen Ke, stepped onto the Flying Sword, motioned for Duan Zhao to follow, and the master and disciple rose in Sword Control, leaving Lotus Peak, sweeping towards the mountains outside.