in the edge

Chapter 561 Strong Food
Although the training time was only three days, these masters of evil spirits gained a lot.

The first thing to be solved was the issue that they had been most worried about and confused about: what exactly was evil spirit, a double-edged sword that hurt both the enemy and oneself? Could this power continue to be used? Was there any higher space on this path? But now, they already knew that the so-called evil spirit was just a side path after all, and even the other ways of gaining power were just side paths.

"Evil spirit makes people crazy, will power makes people greedy, and mental power makes people stupid... It turns out that the use of these powers comes at a price."

Although this conclusion was a bit too cruel for these masters of evil spirits, it also made many people feel relieved. It turned out that their worries were not groundless. It turned out that the power of evil spirit really had its end. It turned out that some of the anomalies they had occasionally seen before had explanations. It turned out that there really was a power other than evil spirit.

"A double-edged sword..."

A group of evil spirit masters chewed over this word carefully.

If the man in black robe had only taught up to this point, then what would be left for them would only be the deepest despair. After all, this conclusion itself was basically a death sentence for these evil masters - there was no way forward, and all power had its limits. So where should they go now that they had almost reached the end?
Fortunately, the man in black robe also taught them the follow-up things.

That is the power called "Tao", but this is not the Taoist scriptures chanted by Taoists, but to implement one's own path and strengthen one's will - this seems to have nothing to do with the battle itself. After all, the will itself cannot be exerted like the power of evil spirit or willpower.

However, this thing that has nothing to do with the battle itself is the basis for controlling those forces.

If you think of strength as a sharp blade, then will is the handle of the blade; if you think of strength as a galloping horse, then will is the reins that control the horse; if you think of strength as a tree with luxuriant branches and leaves, then will is the root of the tree; if you think of strength as a surging river, then will is the source of the river.

It is because of the existence of will that power can flow, and it is because of the existence of will that power can be stable.

Strength is still a double-edged sword, and this has not changed, but a firm will can enable people to withstand the damage caused by this double-edged sword, just like a strong man will not care about a slight cold, just like a billionaire will not care about that tiny expense. As long as the will is strong enough, the strength that can be endured will increase accordingly. As long as the will is strong enough, the world itself will even change.

“This is… the power to go one step further.”

Whenever these evil masters thought of this dreamlike knowledge, they became intoxicated. Until now, they still couldn't believe what they had heard.

It's like a frog in a well climbing out of the well for the first time, or like a newborn bird leaving the nest for the first time.

For the first time, they saw the real world and the real sky.

"So... this is what true strength is!"

Such thoughts emerged in the minds of these evil masters at the same time.

It turns out that this is what true strength is. It turns out that there is another world beyond the world. Compared with this vast world, their so-called disputes in the martial arts world and their so-called life-and-death struggles are as small as ants and fleas.

"I have to get stronger... I have to get stronger!"

These masters of evil spirits seemed to have heard the cries in their hearts.

Those who are able to become masters of evil spirits are not mediocre at all. What many people lack is actually this finishing touch. It's just that without anyone to guide them, they have to rely on themselves to figure it out. God knows when they will be able to explore some results. But now, they have already obtained the most necessary knowledge.

The fog before their eyes was cleared away, and what appeared before them was the true road to heaven.

"We must not forget to be grateful to the deceased Maitreya, and we must continue to share this philosophy!"

Before they separated, these evil masters made an agreement with each other. On the one hand, they were naturally grateful to the black-robed man for teaching them, and on the other hand, God knew when the black-robed man would show up again. If the black-robed man knew that they had not fulfilled his requirements seriously, they would be killed on the spot even if they became stronger.

After all, according to the man in black robe, the old man with red hair and red beard was also a powerful person who transcended life and death. But even such a powerful person was chopped into pieces, right?
"But even if you are chopped into pieces, you are still alive..."

When they thought of this, these evil masters were filled with a desire to go further.

In theory, they want to share knowledge, and in practice, they are also happy to share these things - but there is always a first come first served order for this kind of thing. Even if you want everyone in the world to be like a dragon, you must at least become a dragon first.

"If I can't even cultivate it myself, how can I possibly explain it to others?"

Although these evil masters have already returned to their respective homes, their thoughts at this moment are surprisingly unified.

They must practice by themselves first, and then teach others after they have understood it. As for how long it will take to understand it, it depends on their own comprehension ability. But again, they are not mediocre, so the process of cultivation will not take long.

It was as if Meng Hu, who was known as the "Five Tigers Breaking Gate Knife" and was the one who made the fastest progress among the crowd, had already understood everything.

"So that's how it is, so that's how it is, this is power... this is power!"

After just one night's rest in the inn, Meng Hu already understood the truth.

The teacup on the table flew up into the air under his will, but there was not a trace of evil spirit in it. This was the power beyond evil spirit, the effect of willpower - but using this power did not make him stupid, only because he still maintained that firm will, he knew very well what he was doing, and also very well what he wanted to do.

And when Meng Hu raised his hand again, the nine-ring broadsword hanging on the distant wall also floated towards his hand.

However, this time, when he grasped the hilt of the knife, the impulsive murderous intent brought about by the evil spirit had been suppressed to the limit, or even disappeared without a trace.

"Yes, that's it, that's it..."

The swordsman Meng Hu, who had just gained power, was like a naughty boy who had just got a new toy. He kept trying new techniques and experimenting with new ways of playing - until his will began to waver, and he began to become obsessed and even full of murderous intent. Only then did Meng Hu take a deep breath and stop many actions.

"It's a pity that I haven't tried the power of incense and vows yet. If I have a chance, I'll ask someone to build a temple for me... But I feel that an ordinary temple may not be enough. Or maybe I still need to do some major events?"

As the saying goes, if you master one method, you will master all methods. Although there are definitely differences in details between the power systems, after figuring out the key points, the general processes are similar - at least this is the case for the swordsman Meng Hu. He believes that this is a necessary quality for a master.

"really not bad……"

Thinking back on the attempt just now, swordsman Meng Hu had never felt so refreshed.

Someone once said that the greatest happiness of mankind generally comes from two aspects, either creation or destruction, but in the final analysis, it can be summed up in the same thing, that is, using one's own will to change the reality of the outside world - and now, the swordsman Meng Hu has tasted this happiness. He never thought that practice would be so wonderful.

"So this is strength, this is cultivation... What about all that I had before? What about all that evil spirit before?"

Thinking back to his so-called practice, thinking back to his so-called strength, thinking back to his self-righteous strength, the swordsman Meng Hu even felt a little ridiculous at this moment.

Just like what the man in black robe said, he used to be a frog in a well.

He just killed people, thinking that killing could accumulate strength, and just tried to seize weapons, thinking that better weapons meant strength. This idea seemed a bit laughable now - after all, he now knew that true power was never such a superficial thing, and true power was far simpler than these complicated trivialities.

The real power lies in using your will to influence everything around you. The real power lies in doing great things.

“Do something big!”

Thinking of this, the swordsman Meng Hu turned over and sat up from the bed.

He was so excited about having just gained power that he couldn't even fall asleep for a while. He couldn't wait to do something big - as for what big thing, he hadn't figured it out yet, but he was at least prepared to put his will into practice and use his will to influence the world around him.

And the way he influences the world is by killing people.

Even the name of his sword technique is "Five Tigers Breaking the Gate", which is enough to show how cruel this swordsman Meng Hu is. Moreover, "Five Tigers Breaking the Gate" is not only the name of his sword technique, but also his nickname when he is in the underworld - as the saying goes, there are only wrong names, but no wrong nicknames, this swordsman Meng Hu may not take action on weekdays, but once he does, he will definitely kill the entire family.

But in Meng Hu's eyes, this kind of thing was nothing, not to mention that he had needed to use this method to increase his evil spirit before.

But now, he is not doing it for any evil purpose.

He simply wanted to enjoy the joy of killing.

"Yes! This is what I want! This is exactly what I want!"

After casually killing two travelers who were also staying in the inn, the blood-covered swordsman Meng Hu enjoyed the joy of killing.

Yes, that's it, this is what he wanted - or rather, he should have thought of it earlier, this so-called road to heaven is a summary of the past roads. The so-called use of will to influence everything around, its most fundamental embodiment is to kill the person in front of you, after all, this is to deprive another person of his will with one person's will, which is the most essential and obvious influence.

"So that's how it is. So this is my way..."

With another blow of his sword, he knocked down the innkeeper who came to try to stop him, and enlightenment once again arose in the swordsman Meng Hu's mind.

What is Tao? Or, what exactly is Tao? The man in black robe did not explain this, but let them understand it by themselves, saying that each of them has his own Tao and his own direction to stick to. Swordsman Meng Hu was confused by this for a while, but now he is no longer confused.

He doesn't know what other people's ways are, but he just likes killing people. He thinks this is his way and the direction he wants to go.

So, whoever stands in his way will be killed.

"Hurry up, heroes! Don't let this villain kill any more!"

"He's gone mad! He's gone mad!"

"Kill him! Kill him!"

As several bodies fell, the entire inn suddenly became boiling. Screams pierced the silent night sky. Everywhere were the screams of escape, the sounds of people hastily putting on clothes, and the sounds of people picking up weapons. The entire inn was in chaos.

But in the face of this chaos, swordsman Meng Hu remained unusually calm.

"Are you crazy? Am I crazy?"

The swordsman Meng Hu examined his own heart and then shook his head.

He could confirm that he was not crazy, this was not evil spirit entering his body, and he showed no signs of being affected by it - or rather, in the current situation, he was actually controlling the evil spirit itself, he was controlling all the power to achieve his desired goal.

"So... this is what cultivation is!"

The swordsman Meng Hu suddenly felt enlightened and suddenly he had an epiphany.

Yes, this is cultivation. Try to use everything at hand to achieve your desired goals. This firm practice, this behavior that will not be affected by external things, this is cultivation!

"That's it...that's it!"

At this moment, the swordsman Meng Hu was already in the mood to kill, simply because he could feel that with this killing, his will had become increasingly firm, and his strength was also rising!
Practice again and again, action again and again, this is simply, this is simply...

"That's what I want! That's what I want!"

The swordsman Meng Hu chopped another traveler on the head with his sword.

"This is what I want!"

The heavy knife easily cut the traveler in half, as easy as cutting paper.

"This is what I want!"

Seeing that there were even officials running towards him on the street in the distance, the swordsman Meng Hu simply raised his hand and waved.

The sharp blade energy flew far away and was about to split the officer into two pieces!

But at this moment, the sword energy cut through the officer's body as if it was cutting through the air.

The officer's movements did not change at all, and he even drew his sword towards him.

"How can it be?"

The swordsman Meng Hu was stunned. He never expected that his attack would be completely ineffective.

"……Who are you?"

"I'm the new constable in town!"

Even though the officer's hands were still shaking, he still shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Who are you?"

(End of this chapter)