Eternal Supreme

The old man glanced at Ye Qianran who was still in shock. His spiritual power trembled once again and his aura became even stronger. He then dropped the wooden logs into the water. However, he was stopped by the flow of spiritual power as he floated away.    

    

At this moment, Ye Qianran's face was filled with doubt. What did the old man mean by doing this?    

    

Suddenly, a wooden sword appeared in his hand. His gaze fell on Ye Qianran as he said, "Use this wooden sword to stab at those wooden piles. When you can break them, it means that you have just entered the sect!"    

    

"Remember, you can use your spiritual force to pull these wooden stakes, but you can't drag it out of the water to stab!"    

    

The old man looked at Ye Qianran and said, "Now do you understand the meaning?"    

    

Ye Qianran nodded and said, "Yes, I understand. Don't worry, I won't take any chances!"    

    

The old man nodded his head, and then continued: "Also, at this time, you can train your phoenix eyes, which is what I said, because that is the true foundation of the phoenix eyes, and when you do that, your strength will be even better. When you use the Sword God Seal, perhaps the power will be even stronger!"    

    

"I got it, Senior!" When Ye Qianran heard this, he nodded his head and agreed.    

    

He looked inside and didn't say anything unnecessary. He jumped down and used his Spirit power to block the wooden stake. Then, he picked up the old man's wooden sword and started to test it.    

    

In fact, Ye Qianran thought it was pretty simple. As long as he used a bit more strength, he would be able to use a bit more force. However, when he used a bit more force, the wooden stake would sink, so the feeling of it stabbing into it felt soft …    

    

Stunned for a moment, Ye Qianran's face was filled with a strange expression. If this continued, perhaps not even a single one of them would be able to pierce through?    

    

The old man looked at Ye Qianran's dazed face and couldn't help but smile. If it was really that simple, he wouldn't have asked Ye Qianran to contact him here.    

    

At this moment, Ye Qianran was extremely unwilling to accept this and tried again. As for the old man, he also turned around and left after a while. He no longer looked at Ye Qianran.    

    

After the old man left, Ye Qianran started to get serious in the water. The old man could definitely ask him to do this, so he kept on practicing. However, after a day, Ye Qianran was worried.    

    

Ye Qianran was helpless and did not leave as he continued to try.    

    

Three days later, Ye Qianran left the waterfall and found the old man within the thatched cottage. He directly asked, "Senior, can that log really break it?"    

    

The reason he asked this question was because it had been like this for the past three days. That was why he couldn't bear it any longer and came looking for her.    

    

"Of course you can!"    

    

The old man smiled and said, "Do you still remember the meaning behind the first level of sword intent that I explained to you?"    

    

Ye Qianran replied, "Of course. With a sword in your hand and no sword in your heart, you have to let the sword think of you as everything!"    

    

"Yeah, did you do it?" The old man slowly said.    

    

"But how?" In fact, he had tried to do so before, but it was impossible.    

    

"Go comprehend it for yourself!" The old man shook his head and said with a smile, "Only those who have comprehended the sword intent will belong to themselves!"    

    

"Alright!"    

    

Ye Qianran nodded his head and took a deep breath. Then, he walked out again …    

    

Three days later, Ye Qianran returned. He looked at the elder and said, "Senior, I still can't do it. Even if I think that he is my everything, he is still a sword!"    

    

Hearing that, the elder's face lit up, "Your talent is not bad, at least you can ask a little. I believe you know my answer, so why don't you defend it?"    

    

"Eh!"    

    

Ye Qianran was stunned for a moment before he asked with a strange expression on his face, "Do you really think that he is a sword?"    

    

"When you really can do it, the sword in your hand will be a sword! This is a sword in one's hand, and a heart without a sword! " The old man said.    

    

"I got it!"    

    

Ye Qianran nodded his head heavily and left once again. It was just as the old man had said; he had actually come here to obtain his acknowledgement. It was because he was not too sure about what had happened that he had done so.    

    

Looking at Ye Qianran's retreating back, the old man leaned back in his chair. His expression was a little strange, he then picked up the cup of tea on the table and started to drink once more.    

    

As time passed, three days later, Ye Qianran returned once more. He looked at the old man and said, "Senior, am I still not able to do it? I have already treated that wooden sword as all of mine, and I have already treated him as a sword.    

    

"Almost?"    

    

The old man immediately laughed after hearing that. After a long while, he looked at Ye Qianran and said, "You might have done it, but as a sword, you might have also done it. And the reason why you thought it was so close was because of your soul!"    

    

"Soul?" Ye Qianran's face was full of doubt.    

    

"That's right. Do you believe that every sword has a soul?"    

    

"I do, but I don't have a wooden sword. Should I change it?" Ye Qianran chuckled as he heard this.    

    

"No way!"    

    

The old man firmly refused, "It doesn't matter if the sword has a soul or not, you have to learn to do something about it!"    

    

"Which one?" Ye Qianran's face was filled with curiosity when he heard this.    

    

"Render!"    

    

The old man squinted his eyes and said two simple words. He paused for a moment before continuing, "Those with a soul, need your soul to make them look like his own! Anyone without a soul will need you to render it, but afterwards, I need you to render this sword into a soul. If I say it like this, what do you mean by that? "    

    

Ye Qianran was stunned when he heard this. In the end, he nodded his head and said in a confused manner, "I'm not too sure about the specifics!"    

    

In fact, he felt as if something had happened to me in his heart, but his heart was still a little fuzzy.    

    

Just as he was about to listen to the old man explain in detail, he heard four words slowly come from the old man: "Go comprehend it yourself!"    

    

"Eh …"    

    

Ye Qianran smiled bitterly and said, "Senior, I understand!" He did not ask any further questions and went straight to the waterfall.    

    

He looked at the wooden stakes on the shore, took a deep breath, and kicked them into the water once more. Then, he took out the wooden swords again, and jumped down.    

    

Rendering?    

    

If the wooden sword didn't have a soul, then it would give him a soul!    

    

Soul? Grant?    

    

How should it be given at first?    

    

At this moment, as he was waving it around, he couldn't help but think of something. Suddenly, he grasped onto something, and his expression changed …