Chapter 1194: The Freeloader Sword Saint

Chapter 1194: The Freeloader Sword Saint

Lin Nuo was like a mobile power bank, charging Mu Yiting up; she was now bursting with energy.

Since she was revitalized, all it took was a step for her to use her Spirit Technique to send them back.

With a few too many people, sending everyone back at once was a bit tight, but they could send them in batches like moving pigs; one group after another.

However.

In theory, it was supposed to send them back to the place where Mu Yiting had set up the formation.

Of course, practice is the only standard to verify the truth; you only know whether the theory is correct after you try it.

Then Lin Nuo was left at the back, as a leader should let others return first.

He had thought about running away first, but Li Ruo’er had already taken on the role of the leader, thinking about holding the rear, so he naturally had to stay and wait.

Another reason was that if he bolted first, Mu Yiting might not necessarily bring them back, and when the time came, she’d come up with some excuse about not having enough spirit power or something, and they wouldn’t come back.

Of course, if Mu Yiting had a hiccup midway, he wouldn’t be able to return.

But in the end, things developed in a friendly direction, and they could be brought back.

Mu Yiting acted like a human train, sending people away in batches, and Lin Nuo crossed his arms, observing, when he suddenly realized that Sword Saint had gotten closer to him.

“Dad, you’re here.”

Noticing the Sword Saint coming over, Li Ruo’er greeted him.

“Hmm, Ruo’er, you go to your mother; I have something to discuss with him.”

“Master…”

Li Ruo’er tugged on Lin Nuo’s hand, and he nodded, signaling her to go.

“Okay then.”

With that, Li Ruo’er walked with slow, graceful steps, glancing back at Lin Nuo with reluctance; even when she reached Ni Wanqing’s side, her gaze remained fixed on Lin Nuo.

“At this point, shouldn’t I be congratulating you on the family reunion? Honestly, you don’t deserve a family reunion.”

Lin Nuo didn’t beat around the bush with the Sword Saint, going straight for the mockery.

He didn’t have much fondness for the Sword Saint to begin with, and knowing that this man would be his father-in-law made him a bit uncomfortable.

“I know my previous actions were reckless. I was too immersed in the sword path and lost myself, filled with arrogance and misanthropy. During this time spent with them, I’ve rediscovered the meaning of life. I will use the rest of my life to make amends for my mistakes,” the Sword Saint said earnestly.

“Your not interfering is already the best compensation. While I’m not thrilled about your reunion, you did protect them, so I can let it go. After all, she does share your blood. If you’re just here to say those words, then you may leave.”

“Indeed, compared to you, I cannot bring her joy.”

The Sword Saint acknowledged this truth, and he inwardly recognized Lin Nuo; he felt that no one could give Li Ruo’er more sense of safety than Lin Nuo.

Putting aside his prejudice against demons, the distinction between demon and path became irrelevant; he longed for a peaceful life with his family.

“You may have great talent, but your time in the sword arts is short, so your understanding of certain techniques is evidently not deep enough.”

The Sword Saint continued, and Lin Nuo felt as if he was being mocked.

“Heh, even so, didn’t I still defeat you? No matter how proficient you are in various techniques, you still lost to me, right?” Lin Nuo retorted.

“To the victor goes the spoils, you’re right. I can pass on what I’ve comprehended about the sword path to you. Of course, if you don’t want it, I won’t force you; just consider it as if I never said it.”

“Are you really saying that? The mighty Sword Saint, willing to teach the Demon Sword Path, makes me seriously doubt your motives.”

“The motive is simply to make you stronger and to protect my daughter, nothing more. If you have doubts, then just treat it as if I never said anything.”

“Treating it as if you never said anything is something I absolutely can’t do. You, the esteemed Sword Saint, how can I ignore your words? Then I won’t be polite about it.”

Lin Nuo stopped being modest; this was what he asked for. Freeloader on a little sword technique wouldn’t hurt. Honestly, across the entire world, when it came to swordsmanship expertise, the Sword Saint was undoubtedly the best; he just had to familiarize himself with the Sword Saint’s style and set precise tactics against it.

“There’s still time; come over.”

The Sword Saint turned, leading him to an open space nearby, ensuring the distance was just right—not too far from the crowd, but not too close to avoid harming the innocent.

“And then? I suggest you start with your strongest few moves; I’ve long grasped the basics.”

“Progress step by step, don’t rush. Even if you have a solid foundation, that process is still essential.”

The Sword Saint said as he tossed the Spirit Sword into the air, transforming it into a flurry of swords that danced above them.

“Multiple Sword Intent; I can do that too.”

“You certainly can, and you can also integrate your own strengths, but you can use it even better.”

The Sword Saint said solemnly, as the previously upright swords began to shift direction, turning horizontally with blades facing outward, swirling in a rapid rotation, instantly becoming a dragon-like cyclone of swords. If it fell into an army, the devastation would be cataclysmic.

This, combined with Lin Nuo’s wind spirit root, would indeed have miraculous effects.

“This is merely using it on the basis of the Myriad Weight Sword Intent. You’ll learn to master it quickly.”

The Sword Saint taught Lin Nuo the Dao words for using the sword and the order; Lin Nuo’s comprehension was high, and he hadn’t anticipated that step to be pointed out by the Sword Saint. He could indeed unleash that move to form a whirlwind using Multiple Sword Intent.

This move could be called Blade Storm.

“Now for this move: Myriad Swords Separation.”

The Sword Saint declared. He first unleashed the Multiple Sword Intent, sending a multitude of swords soaring into the sky, then fracturing them into countless shards. Finally, at his command, all the fragments reassembled back into a sword.

“Is this the Demon Sword Thousand Blades or a multi-sword version? You really have some hidden good moves.”

Lin Nuo marveled; truly, the Sword Saint had some outrageous techniques up his sleeve.

However, he had never used them during their spar, leaving Lin Nuo puzzled over the reasons.

“Why didn’t you use these when sparring with me?” Lin Nuo asked.

“Those are large-area damage techniques; in one-on-one, they seem ostentatious. Moreover, using those techniques consumes a lot of spirit power; there’s no need.”

The Sword Saint replied. Lin Nuo nodded, feeling it made sense. However, according to what the Sword Saint said, even Multiple Sword Intent might be deemed excessive in a one-on-one; with so many swords, it seems showy. Why not settle it with just one sword to determine the outcome?

He still believed those techniques could maximize their effectiveness even in dual.

After a series of guidance from the Sword Saint, Lin Nuo gradually began to use these techniques more fluidly, even executing the Multiple Sword Intent with greater agility than before.

However, there was a problem; the Sword Saint utilized the sword based on the Dao, while he was a demon; if he copied directly, he would undoubtedly harm himself.

He needed to integrate it since he was already not purely demonic.

He had already mixed various cultivator and Taoist techniques; even that sword of his would only be half demonic when he returned.