Chapter 702: Qian Bao's Little Schemes

"If it doesn't hurt, then why were you having a nightmare just now?"

The shepherdess girl mercilessly exposed her sister's bluff. She reached out and flicked her finger gently on the forehead of her sister in her arms.

This made Dorothy let out an exclamation. She reached out to rub the spot on her forehead that had been flicked, still stubborn.

"Anyway, that was my own choice. Since I made the decision, I have to carry the bitterness, tiredness, and pain myself. Otherwise, wouldn't it be very shameful?"

She said so.

Hmm, whether it was that time she blew up the small truck, she didn't regret it.

"You..."

Mona Lisa looked at this sister who seemed to have changed a lot, yet seemed not to have changed at all. Her eyes were a bit complex—there was nostalgia, fear, joy, and also a slight trace of envy.

In the past, she had always envied her sister's strength. She was always so confident and dashing, carrying a kind of pride that seemed to be able to do anything, which made her, this humble village shepherdess, very envious.

And now, the roles between the sisters have reversed. She is much stronger than her sister, but some strength is not just a matter of high or low power.

A witch's power comes from a believing heart. In terms of state of mind, her sister is still so strong.

This is a born saint, a pure and flawless God's heart, always so dazzling.

It's ugly to say, but actually, at that time, although she had always doted on her sister, she was actually a bit jealous in her heart. Every time in front of this sister, she, who was just a village girl, felt ashamed of herself, always worrying: can humble me really stay by my sister's side forever? Will this perfect sister think she is annoying one day, dislike her for being useless, and being a burden?

Although this emotion had always been deeply hidden in the bottom of her heart and never shown, her original blackening and loss of control actually started from this flaw.

If she had truly unconditionally doted on and believed in her sister, perhaps those things in the past wouldn't have happened.

"You should cherish yourself more, don't always prioritize others."

The shepherdess girl was rarely angry. She reached out and rubbed her sister's cheeks, kneading her god-like beauty into various expressions.

Tsk, this sister is really enough. Even when making expressions, she is still very cute. No wonder she can flirt with so many little girls' hearts.

"Sister, what are you talking about? I cherish my life very much, okay? I made foolproof preparations before acting this time."

Dorothy, whose face was being kneaded, argued reasonably.

If it weren't for having perfect resurrection means, she wouldn't have adopted such a radical performance.

Although, this wave actually wasn't a loss.

High risk often comes with high returns, especially for a witch like her who possesses the "diligence can make up for clumsiness" talent.

Everything that doesn't kill me will make me stronger.

Although she actually died, it's the same to be stronger after resurrection.

It was a rare full-force strike. The Martial God realm that had been stifled for so long finally felt refreshed for a while. This brought her a lot of insights. After she digests this experience later, her combat method attainments should rise by a large margin again.

Not to mention that in the end, she also sparred with the Yingzhou Sword Saint Tsukahara Isshin.

Although it was embarrassing to be instantly killed by someone's sword, she at least managed to get the experience for free; she really enjoyed absorbing the sword technique experience this time, and the experience from being killed will surely be useful next time.

It can only be said that Tsukahara Isshin is worthy of being the Yingzhou sword art myth who has been famous for a long time. The reputation is actually hard to live up to. Her sword art is truly impeccable, almost reaching the ceiling of pure technique.

Although this Sword Saint big shot had never left Yingzhou Island and didn't get the witch rank rating, if she really went for a rating, she should be a monster like her own Long Ma, a rule-breaker among the peaks.

They are rated as peak because the limit rank of a witch specializing in one path can only reach peak. Their actual combat power has long surpassed ordinary peaks.

The peak of sword art lies in that one sword of no thought and no mind.

For no thought and no mind, Dorothy's answer is dream of one heart. A person who is focused and consistent will naturally have no distractions when swinging a sword.

In the Home Witch's view, pure no thought and no mind is a dead person. As long as it's a living person, how can there really be no thought and no mind?

However, Tsukahara Isshin really achieved such an almost impossible thing.

Dorothy lay on her sister's soft and comfortable lap, recalling the beautiful blade light that had already been engraved in her memory, and couldn't help but feel some admiration.

Tsukahara Isshin didn't have her realization of dream of one heart. Her interpretation of no thought and no mind was very simple: just liver it to death.

As long as you don't practice to death, then practice to death. Constantly swing the sword, swing the sword day after day, carve the sword art perfectly with sweat and perseverance, and then carve the perfect sword art into your instinct and integrate it into your heart.

When the sword art finally becomes a part of yourself, the sword you swing will have no distractions and be pure to the extreme.

This is the mystery of the highest secret sword of Yingzhou sword art, the one sword of the Tachi.

Of course, it sounds simple, but in reality, this is almost a dead end.

After all, reality is not a game. It won't give you a skill proficiency indicator. As long as you are willing to liver, you will definitely make progress.

Most people's talent has a limit. After you reach the limit of your talent, no matter how much you liver later, you will probably only be standing still.

Success is 99% sweat plus 1% talent, but that 1% talent is perhaps more important than 99% sweat, just like the last mana that blocked the path to godhood for the Three Kings.

Tsukahara Isshin's one sword of the Tachi is almost irreproducible. After all, not everyone has such Sword Saint aptitude.

"But it doesn't matter. I don't know if others have it, but I really do."

Dorothy happily collected this experience. She decided to take some time every day later to polish her Dragon's Breath sword art, striving to sublimate it to the realm of the one sword of the Tachi.

And beside her, Mona Lisa looked at her sister's proud look with the corners of her mouth slightly hooked. She didn't need to use any mind-reading, she knew what this sister was thinking.

She's inflated like a puffer fish.

She poked her sister's cheek with a funny look, but she didn't mean to suppress her sister.

So what if my sister is a bit inflated? She has this qualification. Even if she inflates more, it doesn't matter. Whoever is unconvinced can come to me.

"You were really bad in that last move. That Yingzhou Sword Saint's heart was severely cut by you, and her sword path was directly cut off by you."

She said with a smile.

"Sister, no way. I'm not as bad as you said. I was clearly pointing the way for her, letting her change her evil ways, okay?"

Dorothy retorted with dissatisfaction.

Even a good sister can't talk nonsense and slander people's innocence out of thin air.

This is a mind-only world, and all power originates from the heart.

And pure technique, this thing is actually in the category of materialism.

Tsukahara Isshin's sword values technique over intent. This is obviously already walking the wrong path. Her one sword of the Tachi has already reached the limit of technique. There is no possibility of practicing anything else.

If this Sword Saint lady still wants to go further, she can only realize the truth of dream of one heart.

When the two were sparring, Dorothy knew from the beginning that she would definitely not be the opponent of this true Sword Saint. Her life-burning self-explosion was not as powerful as the other party's normal state. How can she compare?

Therefore, the Home Witch's sword was not aimed at Tsukahara Isshin's body from the beginning, but at her heart.

In the end, Dorothy was killed by the Sword Saint lady, but her sword also cut into Tsukahara Isshin's heart, breaking the state of no thought and no mind of the one sword of the Tachi.

Just like throwing a pebble on a mirror-like water surface, rippling circles of ripples.

Tsukahara Isshin's one sword of the Tachi is almost considered abolished.

Because from now on, every time she swings her sword, she will subconsciously think of Dorothy's dream of one heart sword. Her heart will be chaotic, and there will be distractions. Before she finds a way to calm the ripples in her heart lake, it will be difficult for her to enter the state of no thought and no mind, one sword of the Tachi again.

Of course, this is an obstacle and also an opportunity. As long as the Sword Saint lady can break through this crisis and erase the residual sword intent of Dorothy's dream of one heart, her sword art will usher in a brand-new breakthrough.

At that time, heart, body, and technique will be one, and this should be able to touch the category of "Dao" or "Authority" that Long Ma once mentioned.

"Hehe, you are not helping people at all. You are clearly using people as guns. You have a belly full of bad water."

The shepherdess girl rolled her eyes. She waved her hand, and the scene of Yingzhou appeared not far away.

And as Mona Lisa's mind moved, the reality scene seemed to be pressed by someone's fast-forward button, starting to fast-forward at 2x, 4x, 8x...

I saw that in Heian-kyo, the high-ponytail Sword Saint stood blankly on the spot for a long time, feeling lost. She touched the same cross scar on her face given by Battousai, feeling a bit dazed for a while.

This cross scar ached faintly, but she was even more annoyed in her heart.

Having reached the peak of sword art for ten thousand years, she has been lonely for too long. The last one who could make her heart ripple slightly was her disciple Kamizumi Shugan.

This disciple's sword art talent was not inferior to hers, and he had hope of inheriting the mystery of her one sword of the Tachi, but this stupid disciple died because of love affairs before he fully grew up.

Tsukahara Isshin felt it was a pity, but she could accept it.

After all, Kamizumi could only be said to be able to inherit her sword art, and it was hard to say whether he could be better than his master.

But now it's different. This Battousai's sword was a brand-new version she had never seen before. That peculiar sword art, which was full of flaws in sword art but invincible in sword intent, was something she had never experienced before.

She had a premonition that if she could have a good duel with this Battousai, her sword art would definitely have a new breakthrough.

However, that damn Battousai was too despicable. Why did she die just like that?

The sword that Tsukahara Isshin swung before actually held back. How could she bear to really kill such a precious opponent? That sword was not for killing, but for saving people.

That is the true living sword... Heaven-born sword.

The kind that can resurrect a dying person to full health with one sword.

But no matter how fast the living sword is, it can't stop the damn self-exploding small truck.

That Battousai really died after flirting, dying decisively.

This is really scum. She flirted with people's interest, made her heart itch, and then died irresponsibly, leaving her half-up and half-down, going crazy on the spot, but there was nothing she could do.

After all, people are dead, and Yingzhou Island has no saying of resurrection...

And what's even more annoying is that the guy also left a message in that last sword.

"Sword Saint, want to understand the meaning of life? Want to know the mystery of my sword art? Go, go find it in the Myriad Nations. I have hidden everything there."

What kind of riddle-maker is this?

The high-ponytail witch was trembling with anger.

Hard, the fist is really hard.

But no matter how hard the fist is, it can't hit a dead person. The living cannot fight the dead.

Therefore, the Sword Saint lady finally took a deep breath helplessly, then left Heian-kyo, which had fallen into chaos because of the death of a large number of Huazu ancestors, and walked toward the Myriad Nations.

She will go to the Myriad Nations to find the secret of Battousai, to find the mystery of the secret called dream of one heart.

"Hiss, is this the power of the Witch King? It's terrifying."

Dorothy looked at the reality scene that was constantly accelerating, and couldn't help but sigh at the horror of her good sister's power.

This is not a fake acceleration of God, but the time of Yingzhou Island has really been pressed by someone's fast-forward button, starting a crazy acceleration.

This kind of technique of pulling and playing with the time of reality as if it were the progress bar of a video is something that a vegetable witch like her can hardly imagine.

Look at her good sister's methods, and then look at herself who can't even stop time for a few seconds...

Sigh, the gap. Comparing people with people, it's enough to make people angry.

She just watched Tsukahara Isshin come to the Myriad Nations, and even in order to better experience and observe the Myriad Nations, she changed her appearance, and then self-sealed into an amnesiac ronin, starting from scratch.

She learned sword art from Yagyu Jubei, later joined the Myriad Nations' resistance battle against the Huazu, and because of her outstanding sword art, she was valued by the city lord Butterfly Zhen, and later became the executioner who executed the Huazu, the new generation of Thousand-Man-Slayer Battousai...

And in this duel between the Myriad Nations and Heian-kyo, this second-generation Battousai gradually tired of killing. Finally, when the Myriad Nations successfully broke into Heian-kyo and killed the culprit, the Nine-Tailed General, the Sword Saint lady, who vowed never to kill indiscriminately again, hid her name.

She dropped the killing sword, picked up a reverse-blade sword, and opened a small shop in the Myriad Nations.

"Ah this... can it still be played like this?"

Although the person was fooled by herself, looking at the development of things, the Home Witch blinked, a bit confused.

But forget it, it seems quite interesting. That guy Wenwen should have filmed it all, right? This magic shadow material is available.

Dorothy thought to herself.

The Home Witch is in a complex mood.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 703 =====