C23 Training His Sword and Refining His Heart

The sticks used to roast the firewood were only two ordinary wooden sticks that were only as long as an adult's forearm.

However, when Qing Chi held a wooden stick in his hand, his aura suddenly changed.

At least, Chen Yuan, who was sitting opposite him, felt it the most clearly.

A wave of pressure rushed towards him. After Qing Chi held the wooden stick in his hand, Chen Yuan felt as if his entire body was being pressed down by an invisible wall, and he couldn't move at all.

"Use the wooden stick in your hand to attack me. As long as you can touch me, you win."

What a joke! Chen Yuan felt the sudden pressure, and he couldn't even hold the wooden stick in his hand anymore.

Attack Qing Chi? How could it be easy!

"What? Aren't you a Body Cultivator? Why can't you even move this small wooden stick? Why don't you speak? Do you agree? Or are you afraid? "

Chen Yuan didn't say anything. He controlled the trembling wooden stick and passed through the burning flames.

Pata!

Qing Chi casually waved his hand, and the wooden stick hit Chen Yuan's hand. The wooden stick in his hand fell to the ground.

Crack! Crack! Crack! The wooden stick fell into the fire, and the originally dim flame became much brighter.

"Grandpa, you're so shameless!" Liu Xiaoxiao and Kang Na, who didn't dare to breathe loudly, suddenly said angrily, "You actually retaliated!"

"Haha, little girl, the rules didn't say that you are not allowed to fight back."

Qing Chi laughed as he looked at Chen Yuan from the corner of his eyes. He was neither angry nor annoyed. He just turned his head calmly and said to Liu Xiaoxiao, "Xiaoxiao, help me get another wooden stick."

"Again." Chen Yuan said again.

This time, he gripped the wooden stick tightly. His arm started to tremble because of the force, and the veins on the surface of his skin bulged.

Pata.

"Again."

Pata. Again.

"Again!"

Pata.

"Is this all your determination?" Qing Chi was eating the delicious food, as if he didn't see Chen Yuan's pale face under the light of the fire. "Is this your limit?"

My limit? My determination? No, that's not it.

Thinking of this, a warm current suddenly flowed through Chen Yuan's body. It was like a burning genuine energy that surged around his body.

His eyes were dyed with a strange blood-red color, and his throat became hoarse as he let out a hoarse roar.

"It's not enough. Where is your limit? It doesn't depend on your anger, nor does it depend on your hatred that you can't wait to vent. Those things can make you stronger, but they can't make you stronger."

Strength and power were always two different words.

"What is your goal in becoming stronger? Have you asked yourself?"

When Qing Chi's words fell into Chen Yuan's ears, his voice was not loud, and it was even less than the crackling sound of the firewood. However, it was like a thunderclap.

What was the purpose of me wanting to become stronger? Was it for revenge? For the destruction of the Vast Sea Nation, I would risk my life to avenge it.

Then, what should I do after the revenge?

"Only by having a strong heart can a person truly become strong. If you can't even see your future clearly, how can you become strong?"

Qing Chi's words lingered in Chen Yuan's ears, and his trembling hands returned to calm.

Relying on his anger, hatred, and these impulsive and destructive forces, he could indeed do it.

But what about after that? After venting his anger and hatred, when everything became meaningless, would he still be able to find the source of his strength?

"I want to become stronger, because I want to avenge the millions of ghosts in the Vast Sea Nation." This was Chen Yuan's answer after asking himself.

"I want to become stronger, because I don't want to live in hiding again. I want to live well and happily like a real person."

"I want to become stronger, because I was afraid of seeing tragedies since I was young. I was afraid of seeing separation and separation. I was so weak that I didn't want to face it, so I wanted to use my strength to disguise myself."

"I want to become strong, because I was afraid of getting hurt."

After Chen Yuan understood, he didn't know what to do next.

"Senior, I want to become stronger, because I am afraid of getting hurt. I am afraid of losing what I have, and I am afraid of facing the fear in my heart. This is my heart!" After Chen Yuan finished speaking, it was as if all the strength in his body had been sucked away.

"Being able to see your own heart clearly is also a kind of strength." Qing Chi suddenly asked.

"From ancient times to present, who dares to say that they have never been afraid? Take me as an example. If I am strong enough, strong enough to not be afraid of the crazy Azure Drake, why would I stay in the Azure Drake Waterfall for a hundred years, and why would I be willing to be the food for a hundred years?"

"A coward's heart is not sad, but what is sad is that those who haven't seen their own hearts clearly yet are blind and arrogant."

Qing Chi stared at Chen Yuan quietly. He saw the flickering and confusion in Chen Yuan's eyes. It was a great taboo to question one's heart. His words were still loud and clear.

Who hasn't been afraid?

Who hasn't wanted to become stronger?

"Come on, throw away your obsession, and see what your heart truly desires. Then, hold the sword in your hand tightly. Please never let go of it, the sword in your heart."

Facing Qing Chi, Chen Yuan took the wooden stick that Liu Xiaoxiao passed to him.

The firewood burned even more strongly, and the night sky became darker.

Even the mischievous and active Kang Na stopped talking. They quietly looked at Chen Yuan and quietly watched him.

"Clenching the sword is not to kill anyone, nor to vent your hatred. The original purpose of possessing power is very simple, pure. It is to protect yourself. Protect your heart, so that you will not be hurt."

"Because of losing your family and friends, because of the separation between life and death, because of all kinds of things. Protecting has become a kind of power!"

"For them, I must be strong, I must become stronger!"

When he said this, the red in Chen Yuan's eyes had already quietly disappeared.

However, he felt that the wooden stick in his hand was clenched tighter and tighter. Holding the wooden stick was like holding his own heart. Holding his heart firmly in his hand, he would not be hurt anymore.

"Thank you, Senior, for letting me see my own heart clearly." Chen Yuan thanked him.

Even if there was no progress today, even if he did not obtain any fortuitous inheritance, there would be no progress in his cultivation.

However, he felt that it was worth it.

To ask himself, the truth was that in this impetuous cultivation world, how many people would be willing to do this? They were lost in the pursuit of power, and had forgotten what they truly wanted.

Chen Yuan suddenly felt that the pressure on him had become lighter.

He raised the wooden stick in his hand.

The wooden stick in his hand and the wooden stick in Qing Chi's hand intersected on the bonfire that was burning with flames.