Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
“It seems that your track records are exceptionally excellent. If that is the case, why do all of you think that you’re merely whetstones? Are you acknowledging your identities as whetstones just because your opponents have thought of you as such?”
Yun Yang was smiling.
“From what I see, instead of saying that those disciples trained using you fellows as their whetstones, it’s a bunch of whetstones colliding… That’s all.”
Tie Qingcang spoke up, “A bunch of whetstones? Do you mean to say that not only are we whetstones, but our opponents are also the same as well?”
“Can’t I assume so? As those people take all of you as their whetstones, aren’t they becoming your whetstones too? Doesn’t it make sense when I say that you are each other’s whetstones then?” questioned Yun Yang.
All ten of them were silent. Finally, they nodded their assent that Yun Yang’s words were unmistakably reasonable.
“Since there are whetstones, then what would be the stone? What is the blade?”
“All of you take each other as whetstones, so that would result in a collision among stones,” said Yun Yang, “Where’s the actual blade then? Are they the blade? Or are you?”
The ten men were fell silent once again.
“No way. Are you losing confidence again? Looks like all of you are deeply affected by the mention of the word whetstones! From what I see, at least from the current stage, no one from either side is qualified to call themselves the blade. Up to now, you fellows only seem to be the tougher stone. How are you as sharp as the blade? Or as pointed?”
Yun Yang continued mercilessly. “They’ve set their standpoint earlier, taking you fellows as the whetstones. The mindset was already an early loss, the first to restrict itself. However, you fellows chose to bemoan your fate, actually treating yourselves as whetstones. How could you not lose when this is already your attitude?”
Yun Yang wore an amicable face but his words were deep, it’s meaning worthy to ponder.
Lan Ruojun was contemplative for some time before he respectfully asked, “I’d like to ask boss what should we do then?”
“Firstly, of course, is to face your heart rightfully, to correct your position from the roots before you fight. Only when you possess the heart of being the best, knowing why you fight, will the right path to cultivation appear,” said Yun Yang.
“Understand? What all of you need to do the most now is to reconstruct your frame of mind during this period of time and sort through your advantages and weaknesses, assess the cons of your cultivation method and the shortcoming of your techniques. The sect has a wide collection of cultivation books that you can refer to for countermeasures. Your cultivation journey isn’t hopeless after this. This is number one.”
“Number two, the task is to mature into an incomparably sharp blade from a piece of whetstone in the following hellish training sessions. Only when you want to stand as a blade will you have the right to find your piece of whetstone.”
“Even if you couldn’t progress into a divine weapon in the end, even if you’ve only developed into a hard workpiece in progress, you have hope to be sharpened and shine. At least you’re no longer a whetstone, isn’t it?”
Yun Yang paused and said, “What I hope to see is… From today on, all the Celestial Luck practitioners in this martial world are all whetstones in your eyes – they are advanced forces that support all of you by sharpening your edges!”
Yun Yang’s tone was unruffled as usual, as was his gaze, calm like the lake. “If you still see yourselves as whetstones and come into the Residence of Nine Supremes only for protection, a safety ground, that’d be disappointing… whether to me or to yourselves. Because, under my leadership, the Residence of Nine Supremes will only head a team of divine weapons to create a history of their own, to weave glory. It’s not a nest for a bunch of whetstones, to share the light with the dust.”
He stood up lightly. “I’m heading back to rest. Think about it. Whatever is right or wrong will be up to you.”
Yun Yang turned and left soundlessly.
After a long time, the rest of the men were still silent. What Yun Yang had said just now was harshly pounded into all ten men’s hearts from another angle. All of them felt their nerves tingle.
‘That’s right. Why am I destined to be a whetstone? Why aren’t others my whetstone?’
More time had passed before Shi Wuchen chuckled coldly and said, “The Demiurge-Flawed Ten has been everyone’s whetstones for far too long that even we acknowledge this identity. I, Shi Wuchen… am utterly ashamed!”
Lan Ruojun shared the same sentiment as he said, “Boss… you seem to be very disappointed at us…”
“I’d be too if it were me. Resorting to all I can, only to have recruited a pile of rocks in the end… Who’ll be willing to lead a bunch of stones? Even if it’s to build a stone city, it’s not a solid material,” said Ren Qingkuang.
Wu Menghuan inhaled deeply. “The world is so vast and the sky, so wide, when you look at it in a different way. Why can’t I, Wu Menghuan, take the world’s heroes as my whetstones?”
Luo Dajiang let out a hearty bark of laughter, saying loudly, “I’ve decided. I want the world’s cultivators as my whetstones. The timing now, though, I’ll have to ask the nine of you to be my whetstones first!”
“Cultivators of this world, none of them isn’t a whetstone other than me!” There was a sharp glint that flashed across Guo Nuanyang’s eyes.
“That’s right, none who isn’t a whetstone other than me!”
All ten of them chorused standing up, their volume high and deafening.
“I’m going back to sleep! I’ll continue training tomorrow, I’ll correct my frame of mind!”
“I’m going back too. I’ll join the training tomorrow, I’ll readjust my attitude!”
Ten of them slipped away but each individual’s vibe was completely different than before like they were two distinct people.
The mountain to the Residence of Nine Supremes had long been determined. However, no one’s position among the nine Supremes was fixed except for Supreme Cloud. Hence, everyone was temporarily staying in the same house, including their families who were residing nearby.
“The principal mountain of the Residence of Nine Supremes can’t be entered by simply anyone! Without a Supreme title, what face do I have to stay in the mountain who belongs to someone else sooner or later?”
Luo Dajiang took a big stride towards the house that contained his family members.
The other nine men watched him in surprise, not knowing what the fellow was up to. The house housed his parents and also Jiang Luoluo. He was usually avoiding the latter.
Luo Dajiang walked decisively towards the front of the door and suddenly shouted, “Jiang Luoluo! Listen here!”
Everyone inside and outside the house was shocked once they heard him.
Jiang Luoluo, who was deep in thought while seated by the candle, had her eyes rimmed red since a long time ago thinking about her uncertain future, about how Luo Dajiang still refused to accept her, about the hardships she had suffered all these years…
As she took pity on herself, thinking that she would have to assume the persona of a feisty lady in the long future, continuously expressing her feelings to fight for her happiness, she could not help heaving a sigh.
It was then that she heard Luo Dajiang’s shout, astonishment filling her.
Why was the fool who thought that he had no future, who loved her yet avoided her and put himself down, suddenly yelling?
She picked herself up and looked from the window following the noise, seeing Luo Dajiang standing tall in front of the house’s entrance. There seemed to be a dominant air of masculinity that he had never exuded engulfing him. The sight shocked Jiang Luoluo.
Luo Dajiang was then heard shouting, “Jiang Luoluo, listen to me now. I won’t run away from now on! I’ll marry you, I’ll take you as my wife!”
