Chapter 6348 Hidden Intention

After leaving the boat, Mu Qingyun summoned her flying swords. They expanded beneath their feet, carrying the two of them through the skies.

“Brother San, that Ying Wudao is incredibly powerful!” exclaimed Mu Qingyun.

Long Chen nodded. “Yes, he grew up in a devil tribe and endured many years of torment. Once he escaped, he soared like a dragon returning to the sea. Although we never really fought, he always exudes an extreme sense of pressure—something I rarely feel against those in the same realm. If we were to really battle, he would be a terrifying opponent.”

Sometimes, even Long Chen misjudged. The Ying Wudao he once met felt like an entirely different person compared to the one he faced now.

What made Long Chen regard Ying Wudao so highly was not just his strength, but his patience and perseverance. Even in that devil tribe, even when he had to survive in such a vile environment, he could endure for so long. His intelligence was extraordinary.

The likes of Long Wu and Long Biluo lacked wit, so Long Chen never even considered them true opponents. But Ying Wudao was different.

“However, Ying Wudao doesn’t seem like a bad person...” said Mu Qingyun cautiously.

“Good or bad depends on where you stand. People in different positions judge differently. He is from the devil race, so naturally he speaks from their perspective. When our races fight, he has no choice but to pick his side. Of course, the same is true for me,” sighed Long Chen.

Mu Qingyun hesitated. “Brother San, don’t be angry, but I feel that Ying Wudao’s proposal isn’t unacceptable. You and he could both stand at the peak of the world. You would be the leader of the nine heavens, and he the leader of the outside world. At that time, if both sides stopped fighting, wouldn’t the nine heavens finally know peace?”

Seeing Long Chen’s expression suddenly darken into something terrifying, Mu Qingyun asked, “Brother San... did I say something wrong?”

Long Chen didn’t answer immediately, his gaze drifting far into the distance. After a long silence, he finally asked, “Do you know why, despite both being sword cultivators, the gap between you and Yue Zifeng is so vast?”

“Perhaps... my aptitude and comprehension are inferior?” Mu Qingyun replied, her voice weak. She knew she had said something wrong. Long Chen was angry.

However, Long Chen was suppressing his wrath. If it had been anyone else, he would have already cursed them.

“You are wrong. Yue Zifeng has no cultivation talent, nor does he believe in talent. He doesn’t even believe in himself. All he believes in is the sword in his hand. Everything he has was given to him by his sword, and he gives his everything to his sword back.

“He doesn’t believe in what he sees, hears, or tastes. Sight blinds people, hearing deafens people, taste intoxicates people—they are all distractions. Humans are greedy. Their desires overwhelm them, corrupting their hearts and dragging them into depravity.

“But the sword has no desires. Its nature never changes. Zifeng lives in the space between desire and no desire. That is why he can perceive truths most people cannot, and why he has reached his current realm”

Mu Qingyun quietly absorbed Long Chen’s words. He was, in truth, revealing to her the secret behind Yue Zifeng’s cultivation.

Long Chen explained, “Yue Zifeng focuses solely on his sword, and thus he could reach that realm. But can Ying Wudao and I reach the same exact realm? According to him, when he and I stood at the peak of the nine heavens, the world would find peace. But tell me—can there ever be two kings at once? When that time came, we would each live with a sword suspended above our heads. How could either of us ever sleep in peace?

“Even if we did maintain such an agreement, how long would it last? A hundred years? A thousand? Ten thousand? I am already not the same person I was ten years ago. So, who can guarantee that our natures will remain unchanged? Ying Wudao’s words sound righteous—he claims he doesn’t want the upper echelons of our two factions to fight. But his method will force everyone beneath us to become pawns, endlessly grinding against each other. He wants to pass that pain onto them, so that we can be free.

“So... Qingyun, do you want to accept such freedom?”

Long Chen’s voice grew harsh at the end. Meanwhile, Mu Qingyun lowered her head in shame, not daring to reply.

Long Chen continued, “Using everyone as pawns. Is that what we cultivate for? To live such a loathsome lifestyle?If we made peace with those outside devils, what about all our seniors who spilled their blood on the battlefield? What about all my brothers who fought alongside me and died midway on our path?”

Long Chen’s chest heaved. He could not continue. If he did, his fury would slip beyond control.

“I-I’m sorry. Brother Long, I was foolish. Don’t be angry,” Mu Qingyun stammered.

Long Chen remained silent, staring into the distant void. He drew in a long breath. If Yue Zifeng had heard her words just now, he would have furiously scolded her.

Yue Zifeng had guided her many times. Though they never formally took the roles of master and disciple, that bond was real. As sword cultivators, their Dao-hearts were meant to be unshakable, sharp as a blade. How could she allow herself to be swayed so easily by someone’s words?

Looking at her pitiful expression, on the verge of tears, Long Chen let the anger fade from his eyes. He no longer wished to scold her.

“You are already very powerful, but your Sword Dao realm is far too shallow. Don’t just chase after power. Remember, if you work from the outside, it will take ten years to complete a day’s work. But if you work from within, every day is like a new life. Cultivators constantly sway between inside and outside, desire and no desire. As a sword cultivator, you must learn to ask your sword for the answers,” said Long Chen.

Mu Qingyun nodded vigorously. Only now did she realize—the difference between her and Yue Zifeng wasn’t simply strength.

“Your senses are sharp. You felt Ying Wudao’s sincerity, and so you judged him as a good person. That is why you were so easily swayed. But remember—no one ever said a good person can’t make mistakes. Calamities can stem from the best intentions. And what angers me most is that you only heard his words on the surface. You never saw the true meaning hidden beneath them.” Long Chen sighed as he looked at Mu Qingyun.

“What he was expressing... underneath?” Mu Qingyun blinked in confusion. She had no idea what Long Chen meant.

Just as Long Chen opened his mouth to explain, the sky suddenly dimmed. Space split apart as a golden claw tore through the void, reaching straight for the two of them.

Just as Long Chen was about to speak, the world darkened. A golden claw suddenly tore through space, reaching towards the two of them.

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