The Sword Rises in the Heart

In the Heavenly Sword Pavilion domain where swordsmanship is used to determine superiority and inferiority, Mo Lin was born to be a "defective product" in the eyes of everyone. His body was as thin as bamboo, and his fingertips would tremble uncontrollably when he held the sword. During the sect's daily sword training competitions, he was always beaten by his fellow disciples with wooden swords and fled in panic. When other sword cultivators began to gather their sword energy, he was unable to elicit even the most basic sword energy. Even the steward in charge of the chores ridiculed him: "This body is not even worthy of sheathing a sword." The turning point occurred on a snowy night. While cleaning up the forbidden area, Mo Lin accidentally triggered the remnant formation left by Jian Chi thousands of years ago. The sword intent in the sky turned into chains and wrapped around his body. In the severe pain, he glimpsed his own heart - it turned out that the main point of swordsmanship was not the sword's moves, but the sword's heart. In the days that followed, Mo Lin no longer obsessed with imitating other people's sword moves. He watched the tracks of raindrops falling to the ground during heavy rains, understood the balance between hardness and softness among the branches of old trees, and even understood the use of strength from the rhythm of woodcutter chopping wood. While other sword cultivators were chasing sharp sword moves, he realized the origin of sword intent in the streets and alleys. Until the day of the sect competition, facing the chief disciple who was famous for his "Thunder Sword", Mo Lin used a seemingly clumsy and skillful move of "Moisturizing Things Silently", causing the opponent's sword light to dissipate three inches away from his throat. From the weakling who was stepped on by the sword to the "Heart Sword Master" who made the entire sword pavilion region look at him, Mo Lin proved with his actions that the true way of swordsmanship never lies on the edge of the sword, but in the heart of the sword that never burns out. When he finally held the sword and stepped onto the sword-asking platform, at his feet were those who once laughed at him, but in his eyes was a journey of swordsmanship that was broader than the sky.