The Clan Master Can’t possibly Be A Mortal

Chapter 378: Chapter 378: The Second Page of the Sword Manual, The Underwater Sea (Congratulations to “Beihe Yufeng” on becoming the second Alliance Hierarch of this book)

Ye Feng looked extremely shocked.

Huo Yunjie had actually combined the negative emotions accumulating in his heart with his Spiritual Sense due to heartbreak and comprehended the Ruthless Sword Intent!

“Tsk tsk, this can be considered a blessing in disguise!”

Ye Feng stroked his chin, raising his hand to reveal a strand of Ruthless Sword Intent in his palm, “It really confirms that saying, ‘Without a woman in the heart, drawing the sword is divinely smart! It seems Yun Jie has already passed the trial of the Illusionary Realm.”

On the grass.

Huo Yunjie’s drunkenness was completely gone.

He stared blankly at the mountain wall that had been frozen by the Sword Intent, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably as his gaze flickered.

Qiao Jiaxi and Long Tianxing had been frozen in place much earlier.

For a moment, they didn’t know what to say.

“Senior Brother, are you okay?”

In the end, the two blurted out these words.

Huo Yunjie patted his forehead, becoming fully alert, but instead of answering their questions, he sat cross-legged on the ground, recalling the recent events.

Qiao Jiaxi and Long Tianxing realized that Huo Yunjie was consolidating his Sword Intent, so they tactfully stayed nearby and acted as protectors for him.

In his memories.

Numerous scenes featuring Baixue Ding flashed before Huo Yunjie’s eyes, and he recognized his feelings for her.

This wasn’t true fondness!

He was merely accustomed to Baixue Ding’s silent sacrifices by his side, and only when she left did he finally felt the pain in his heart.

It was like losing… a close friend!

“So it turns out, this is not affection, but pure dependency and possessiveness… Sigh, I hope that Baixue Ding can find the happiness that truly belongs to her.”

As Huo Yunjie thought about this, he couldn’t help but raise his head to look at the green ox-horn hat above him.

“When the Sect Leader put the hat on me, he said that I would be crowned a king… Or maybe, he had long anticipated that I would be wounded by love.”

“Sect Master Uncle truly is prescient!”

“As the saying goes, ‘To wear the crown, one must bear its weight.’ Perhaps, this is the burden I needed to carry to comprehend the Ruthless Sword Intent.”

“The Ruthless Sword Intent, letting all the repressed emotions in one’s heart burst forth, combined with the Spiritual Sense and one’s own aura, it ultimately transforms into a cold and ruthless Sword Intent that can freeze one’s soul.”

In less than half an hour, Huo Yunjie came back to his senses.

He had already solidified the Ruthless Sword Intent.

From then on, as long as he expended his vital energy and spirit, he could condense it at any time, significantly boosting his combat power.

“Let’s go, we’re heading back!”

Huo Yunjie felt he had dispelled his emotional entanglements.

He took out the “Nameless Sword Manual” and flipped to the first page, looking at the two lines of text, he finally understood their meaning.

“Without a woman in the heart, drawing the sword is divinely smart!”

“On the first page of the sword manual, forget the lover in your heart!”

“So it turns out, this is telling me to let go of unrealistic thoughts in my heart, to focus on practicing the sword, and this is the real essence!”

Huo Yunjie took a deep breath, feeling that today’s flowers were so red, the air so fresh, and his two junior brothers were especially adorable.

Everything in the world seemed so wonderful!

“After resolving one’s inner conflicts, a person’s spirit and demeanor can transform dramatically, truly an unexpected turn of events.”

Huo Yunjie, with the Cold Light Sword on his back, took the lead.

Long Tianxing and Qiao Jiaxi looked on at this scene, not understanding.

They simply couldn’t make sense of what Huo Yunjie was saying.

Anyway, it was very profound.

“Wait!”

Huo Yunjie suddenly raised his arm.

The strand of Ruthless Sword Intent in his sea of consciousness was vibrating, as if it had encountered something of the same origin, prompting Huo Yunjie to hurry over.

“Senior Brother, wait for us!”

Qiao Jiaxi and Long Tianxing quickly followed suit.

To accommodate Qiao Jiaxi, who could not fly, Long Tianxing transformed into his Dragonfolk Form, and the two raced across the ground like human-shaped fierce beasts, running faster than cheetahs with a whoosh, leaving behind two long trails of dust in their wake.

Tens of miles away.

In a valley.