Unlike the “sparring” match between Chen Ping’an and Jiang She, Wu Shuangjiang’s contest with Jiang She was a battle of Dharma Manifestations against Dharma Manifestations, more in line with the combat style of peak cultivators.

Wu Shuangjiang’s Dharma Manifestation was clad in colorful armor, crowned with a jade coronet, and bore both a saber and a sword, resembling a verdant fresco in a Taoist temple.

Within the jade coronet, an immortal’s muster platform was refined. Atop the high platform stood a grand banner, with tens of thousands of divine generals and talisman warriors clustered like ants. Upon closer inspection, even the “nameless pawns” on the fringes of the formation had faces meticulously copied from portraits of famous generals throughout history. One of the鎏金(liújīn) armguards of the towering Dharma Manifestation was inscribed with countless sacrificial texts, faintly revealing billows of smoke and rising煞气(shàqì) (malevolent energy), from which emanated the sound of drums, hooves, and arrows tearing through the air… The other armguard was engraved with ancient battlefields, topographic maps, and marching routes.

Jiang She’s Dharma Manifestation wore golden armor, with a massive crimson full moon radiating behind it. His arms were entwined with black and white虹光(hóngguāng) (rainbow light) that contained the true essence of the Great Dao.

Each displayed their formidable powers.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Wu Shuangjiang had unleashed nearly a hundred offensive magical treasures, all directed at Jiang She’s Dharma Manifestation. They traced brilliant arcs through the air, their myriad colors illuminating the heavens and earth.

Furthermore, Wu Shuangjiang employed over a dozen powerful talismans. One such talisman, a purplish-blue one, hung above the battlefield like an armory storing countless weapons, which were launched like flying swords at Jiang She. Another talisman, the “Jingguan” talisman (京观, a mound constructed from the bodies of slain enemies), unleashed countless vengeful spirits and wandering souls, forming formations with armor of five different colors.

Each time a magical treasure struck Jiang She’s Dharma Manifestation, there was a clap of thunder, a burst of golden light, and a spray of fiery rain.

Jiang She held his “Breaker of Formations,” its spearhead pointed directly at Wu Shuangjiang’s colorful armored Dharma Manifestation, instantly piercing a dark, gaping hole that revealed emptiness within, like a vortex created by the rotation of the Great Dao.

Jiang Shangzhen felt his heart pound, expressing his admiration, “Now I’ve seen what true wealth looks like. Envy, pure envy.”

There was nothing to be done. The water was shallow in Tongye Island, and cultivators were generally unwilling to fight to the death when sparring.

Cultivators in Bei Julu Continent were relatively poor. Indeed, how could a place swarming with sword cultivators who were most fond of tearing down ancestral halls be wealthy?

Cui Dongshan said, “If you had the chance to witness Yu Xuan or Liu Jubao’s moves firsthand, it wouldn’t be any less impressive.”

Few cultivators, when leaving their residences, would carry a large stack of sword-locking talismans like Yu Xuan did every time he descended the mountain.

As for Liu Jubao, he had hidden his abilities for far too many years. Now that he had successfully integrated with the Dao, it was time for him to show off a few tricks. The only question was which brute in the Wilds would be so lucky as to be “crushed to death by money.”

Jiang Shangzhen declared, “If I can leave this place alive, I, Jiang, swear that from now on, I will be serious about making money!”

For some unknown reason, perhaps due to the pervasive influence of this martial dao battle manifested as physical reality, faint, intermittent sobs, full of sorrow and lament, seemed to echo in Jiang Shangzhen’s ears, behind him, overhead, underfoot, and even within his heart.

It was as if all the women throughout history and across the world who had lost their husbands or lovers to war were now personified as mournful women waiting at home. Their quiet lament filled the human path.

Even a daring person like Jiang Shangzhen felt his scalp tingle and goosebumps rise. It was truly unsettling.

Those poignant and melancholic female sobs were like an unwritten call to arms.

Using the weakest of strength to challenge the most lethal of military strategists.

Jiang Shangzhen sensed the profound mystery within. Palace Master Wu was indeed ruthless, clearly intending to inflict a thousand casualties on the enemy at the cost of eight hundred of his own.

Perhaps influenced by that Dao intent, Cui Dongshan also wore a somewhat melancholic expression, saying, “Only Wu Shuangjiang can do this.”

Wu Shuangjiang, a renowned military general qualified to be enshrined in the Temple of Martial Arts, had instead integrated with the Dao of “may all lovers in the world be united.”

The women’s sorrowful sobs were like a drop of ink falling into a bowl of water, lightly and gently spreading outwards.

This caused rust spots to appear on Jiang She’s flawless golden armor, which then peeled and drifted away.

While this did not yet fundamentally harm Jiang She’s martial dao foundation, it finally showed signs of a decline in his Dao power, which had previously seemed without flaw.

Jiang She’s expression remained calm. Tens of thousands of snowy-white “catkins” floated around Wu Shuangjiang’s massive Dharma Manifestation.

The strands of catkins slowly brushed past the colorful armored Dharma Manifestation and the embroidered ribbons that fluttered without wind, carrying away debris that resembled gold leaf. Each instance of wear and tear was the erosion of Wu Shuangjiang’s Dao power.

Jiang Shangzhen cursed inwardly, thinking that Old Ancestor Jiang was not playing fair, resorting to sword immortal techniques.

However, he had to admit that with just this single divine ability, how many Golden Body Divine Spirits in the world could withstand such a “Dao stripping”?

Wu Shuangjiang ignored the continuous “gold scraping” by the hair-thin flying swords. He simply raised his arm and lightly flicked his wrist. A mass of “water grass” formed from countless characters floated in his palm, swaying gently. This was an ethereal “literary and military fortune” compiled from countless frontier poems.

The battle at Fuyue Continent to encircle and kill Bai Ye had given Wu Shuangjiang an idea.

Jiang She’s gaze was filled with pity. “In the end, it’s just an empty shell.”

Wu Shuangjiang chuckled. “That’s why I need to usurp the throne, fill its core, and bridge the gap in the Great Dao, becoming the orthodox lineage…”

Too lazy to listen to Wu Shuangjiang’s rambling, Jiang She suddenly surged forward, unstoppable, breaking through several secret technique restrictions and formations used by Wu Shuangjiang to isolate heaven and earth. In an instant, he was already charging towards Wu Shuangjiang. “Wu Shuangjiang” was smashed to pieces by a punch, but it turned out to be a substitute talisman. Seeing this, Jiang She was not surprised; it was as if he had expected it. With a side step, he threw his “Breaker of Formations” spear into the distance with a rainbow-like momentum. At the same time, Jiang She formed a hand seal, and the spear pierced the invisible wall of a great formation’s restriction. The spearhead splashed with five-colored light like shattering glass, and the spear’s tail vibrated intensely, buzzing. Another “Wu Shuangjiang” seemed to collapse as his Dao disintegrated.

Suddenly, Jiang She vanished from his original spot. He didn’t use any spatial warping divine abilities; his movements were simply incredibly swift. His martial physique, considered the most resilient in the world, sliced through the flowing river of time, causing the entire world to shake and experience all sorts of illogical distortions and displacements of the Great Dao. The clear sky wrinkled like paper.

Removing the head of yet another Wu Shuangjiang from his neck, Jiang She shook his hand, dispersing a patch of green mist. It was still that fellow’s substitute talisman.

Wu Shuangjiang’s true Dharma Manifestation also appeared in the distance, casting a “Bathing Buddha” divine ability. A dense golden light, like a bursting dam, surged forth from the jade coronet, pouring down and washing over the Golden Body Dharma Manifestation, cleansing away the trace of Jiang She’s hand seal.

Jiang She, having recovered his eleventh-realm martial peak, was truly unreasonable.

Jiang She reached out and retrieved his spear, scoffing, “If this were a battlefield duel, Wu Shuangjiang would be killed within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.”

Wu Shuangjiang remained unfazed, smiling, “Senior, would you like to know the origin of that flying sword?”

Cui Dongshan wanted to know, and Jiang Shangzhen was even more curious.

Jiang She frowned slightly, raising his hand to wipe away a patch of “rust” on his arm, saying, “You’re truly not afraid of creating unexpected complications.”

With Zheng Juzhong responsible for the cleanup, can you few really be so fearless?

Wu Shuangjiang said, “At worst, I’ll ask Senior to move that Fire Star to this battlefield and fight until heaven and earth collapse.”

Jiang She clicked his tongue, “Such big talk, very much like us martial artists.”

Wu Shuangjiang laughed heartily, “Indeed.”

Chen Ping’an said, “Immortals fight, just fight. Don’t involve me, a pure martial artist.”

In fact, Chen Ping’an wanted to know the origin of his third 본명비검(本命飛劍) (fated flying sword) more than anyone else.

To suppress his divine nature and prevent it from taking over, Chen Ping’an had cut and peeled away too much of “himself.”

“I can answer for Chen Qingdu why he broke his promise first.”

Wu Shuangjiang extended a finger and twirled it. Scenes appeared in the air, like a revolving lantern. The first scene was a painted scroll of a young man traveling far with a sword on his back.

In his youth, he dared to venture forth fearlessly, traveling across continents to bring a “Demon Subduing” sword, housed in a槐木(huái mù) (pagoda tree wood) sword box, to the girl he held dear. He wanted to cross the Upside-Down Mountain and go to Sword Qi City.

During his journey, this sword box, the “Pagoda Tree Residence,” had two temporary “residents” by chance: one was a small golden incense figure from Liju Cave Heaven, and the other was a white-boned enchantress from Rouge County in Rainbow Clothes Kingdom, now the acting manager of the Year-End Shop in Riding Dragon Alley, Shi Rou.

The straw-sandal youth named the two swords within the sword box “Demon Subduing” and “Demon Expelling.” The two other residents symbolized the continuous divine incense of ten thousand years and a ghost that inherited an ancient Dao lineage.

“Gods, ghosts, demons, a single person carries them all,” Wu Shuangjiang chuckled. “What a coincidence.”

Jiang Shangzhen whispered, “Human world.”

Cui Dongshan said, “Bridging.”

Ning Yao’s eyes were gentle.

He had walked so far, thrown a million punches, and passed through so many mountains and waters. Perhaps the young man himself was a love letter.

The first time he traveled to Sword Qi City, Chen Ping’an, whose Lifespan Bridge was severed, met the Old Sword Immortal.

Chen Ping’an looked up at the scenes of his life, his expression distant.

On the city wall, during his farewell with Ning Yao, Chen Qingdu told Chen Ping’an to seek a Guan Dao Temple in Tongye Island to find an opportunity to rebuild the Lifespan Bridge. He also said that the pagoda tree wood used to craft the sword box had a history. He borrowed it for ten years, and as compensation, he exchanged it for his佩劍(pèi jiàn) (worn sword), “Changqi,” for a period of ten years.

A “Changqi” sword, including its scabbard, weighed seven jin, but its sword qi weighed eighty jin. As long as he carried the sword on his travels, he could temper his divine soul day and night.

Without the sword box, he couldn’t wear the sword, so the young man had to hold the sword standing up at that time.

Chen Qingdu seemed to casually remark, “Finally, you look a bit like a sword cultivator.”

At that time, the straw-sandal youth felt that everything in the world was strange and bizarre, full of incredible divine and mystical things. Therefore, while he remembered Chen Qingdu’s comment about the pagoda tree wood having a “history,” he didn’t take it too seriously. As for the old man’s joke about him having the “appearance of a sword cultivator,” Chen Ping’an dared not take it literally.

Seeing this, Jiang Shangzhen asked through telepathy, “Was the Old Sword Immortal being deliberate? Could it be that the Mountain Master already had his fated flying sword at that time?”

Cui Dongshan rolled his eyes. “As soon as sir arrived at Sword Qi City, Chen Qingdu gifted him a flying sword. You might be underestimating them too much.”

The pagoda tree wood sword that Mr. Qi gave to Chen Ping’an, along with the sword cast by Ruan Qiong for Ning-niang, were together named “Demon Subduing” and “Demon Expelling.” The names were similar to the names of the two flying swords, Chu Yi and Shi Wu. Perhaps those who were poor and couldn’t be extravagant longed for what they lacked and named things grandly. This pagoda tree wood sword, being a gift from Mr. Qi, Chen Ping’an, who was stubborn at the time, insisted it couldn’t be given away. So, it was also considered borrowed by Ning Yao. (Note 1)

Ning Yao suddenly spoke, “It was the Old Sword Immortal who reminded me through telepathy to ask for the pagoda tree wood sword at that time. When I asked him why several times later, the Old Sword Immortal only said he wouldn’t harm you. He also made me promise that it wouldn’t be too late to explain this matter to you when you ascend to the Dao and become a true Great Sword Immortal.”

Ning Yao hesitated, then said, “At the city wall, I was giving you signals with my eyes.”

Chen Ping’an said somewhat unfairly, “I was talking to the Old Sword Immortal! Of course, I was nervous. I had to hold my breath and concentrate. How would I dare to be distracted and notice your eye signals? What if the Old Sword Immortal misunderstood me and thought I was flirting with you, a lecher, not a decent person? That would be awful. I’m not stupid. I knew that as long as the Old Sword Immortal thought I was okay, not disliked, then our matter was settled.”

Jiang Shangzhen and Cui Dongshan exchanged glances. Even though one was a profligate who had frequented brothels, and the other had never known about romantic relationships, they both found that scene beautiful at this moment.

When Chen Ping’an traveled to Sword Qi City for the second time, Liu Xianyang arrived a little later. It was a reunion after a long separation. Ning Yao revealed a heavenly secret, saying that the Old Sword Immortal was still waiting and watching to see if the wooden box was worth returning. At that time, Chen Ping’an was completely confused. Logically, a wooden box, no matter how historical, could hardly be considered something “worth” the Old Sword Immortal’s attention. Therefore, after hearing Ning Yao’s words, Chen Ping’an couldn’t help but ponder the matter repeatedly, wondering how it secretly held such profound meaning and what key details he had overlooked. Unfortunately, this kind of thing was impossible to figure out no matter how much he thought about it. In the prison presided over by Old Deafy, and in the summer palace where he served as the hidden official, he had directly asked the Old Sword Immortal twice. The Old Sword Immortal’s skill at shirking responsibility was truly exceptional. He easily diverted the topic and dismissed the new hidden official. (Note 2)

He remembered that Tong Wenchang, the Mountain Monarch of Xiyue Mountain in Baoping Island, had once asked Chen Ping’an face-to-face what kind of person the Old Sword Immortal was.

Chen Ping’an smiled and replied at the time, roughly saying that the Old Sword Immortal was kind-eyed, amiable, approachable, and easy to talk to… Tong Wenchang wasn’t a fool; of course, he didn’t believe it.

Wu Shuangjiang said, “Perhaps the Old Sword Immortal is too powerful and has lived for too long, making it easy for the native sword cultivators of Sword Qi City to overlook a fact that is irrelevant anyway.”

“They’ve all forgotten that Chen Qingdu is a ghost.”

Chen Ping’an successfully refined items in the Ning residence, finally gathering the Five Elements Natal Objects. Zuo Yu, who had been observing this seclusion, asked about Chen Qingdu and whether Chen Ping’an could refine a fated flying sword. Chen Qingdu’s answer was interesting. He countered by asking if fated flying swords could be given away casually. Zuo Yu refused to give up and insisted that Chen Qingdu give a definite answer. Chen Qingdu had to say a few more words, using the explanation of “getting one and returning one.” Chen Ping’an himself was the sword box and scabbard. As for whether he could successfully refine the sword, it depended on destiny. (Note 3)

Wu Shuangjiang couldn’t help but laugh, commenting, “Zuo Yu is truly an upright and magnanimous gentleman. He cannot understand the thoughts of an old sword cultivator like Chen Qingdu, who has lived for ten thousand years.”

Jiang Shangzhen said through telepathy, “Palace Master Wu is being impolite with those words. Doesn’t that imply that Sword Immortal Zuo is a bit naive, and the Old Sword Immortal is not magnanimous enough?”

Cui Dongshan retorted unhappily, “His words are fair in every way. Zuo Du is not so cunning. If Chen Qingdu didn’t have some cunning, could he truly become the leader of the convict sword cultivators and help Sword Qi City stand strong and annoy the Wilds for ten thousand years?”

Jiang Shangzhen asked curiously, “How does Wu Shuangjiang know all these things?”

Cui Dongshan said, “When you do one thing, you only accomplish one or two things. People like Wu Shuangjiang, however, make progress on all fronts simultaneously, considering everything. Therefore, with the same amount of cultivation time, there will be a vast difference in ‘Dao age’.”

Wu Shuangjiang chuckled, “At that time, the Old Sword Immortal said to Zuo Yu, ‘exceptionally favored by heaven, born at the right time.’ It seemed like a general Taoist saying, but in reality, not a single word was wasted.”

“Chen Qingdu is the Heaven of Sword Qi City. Who could be more favored by heaven than someone who gains Chen Qingdu’s favor? Sacrificial Official Yan Guo is missing, Penal Official Haosu is inactive, the old hidden official Xiao Sun rebelled, so who is the new hidden official?”

“The Wilds demon race launched a massive invasion of Sword Qi City, determined to win. This is the accumulated tribulation of Sword Qi City over ten thousand years. You replacing Ning Yao to fight Li Zhen is bearing the karma for Ning Yao. You successfully secluded yourself in the Ning residence and ultimately birthed two fated flying swords, which Chen Ping’an named ‘Bird in Cage’ and ‘Moon in Well’ respectively. Then, you seemingly luckily became the last hidden official, responsible for guarding the Summer Palace. In short, Chen Ping’an is the person who replaced Ning Yao and was born at the right time.”

Before the three patriarchs of the Three Religions scattered their Dao, they gathered at Liju Cave Heaven. The Dao Ancestor visited the small town on an ox and once walked a stretch of road with Chen Ping’an. They passed by the old pagoda tree site, and he asked Chen Ping’an to guess something: whether the Old Sword Immortal had returned the pagoda tree wood sword box. Chen Ping’an said he couldn’t guess, and the Dao Ancestor smiled, saying he would have a chance to know in the future. (Note 4)

Wu Shuangjiang temporarily changed the subject and asked Chen Ping’an, “When the Cave Master of Bi Xiao visited Fallen Peak Mountain last time, perhaps he intended to reveal the mystery to you.”

“Why did the Cave Master of Bi Xiao suddenly change his mind? Was there something that offended this senior?”

“Did the Cave Master of Bi Xiao not see Immortal Lieutenant Daoist and Little Millet Seed?”

Chen Ping’an’s expression was strange; he didn’t explain anything.

Wu Shuangjiang chuckled, “No matter, knowing this sooner or later doesn’t affect the overall direction. Things will unfold as they should.”

Apart from Bird in Cage and Moon in Well, the third nameless green flying sword circled slowly around Chen Ping’an.

Last time, on a whim, he took Little Mo on a trip to the Five-Colored World, mainly, of course, to see Ning Yao and also to see the current situation in the Ascending City.

One of the anomalies was that Chen Ping’an keenly sensed that the entire Ascending City was like a cultivator, having already birthed an intelligent Nascent Soul. Just like Ning Yao’s immortal sword, “Innocence.” (Note 5)

At that time, Chen Ping’an mistakenly thought that the sword cultivators of Sword Qi City had received the blessings of the Old Sword Immortal and the legacy of the sword Dao, which was why he wasn’t in a hurry to enter the city, fearing conflict.

Only when he met Ning Yao did he surprisingly discover that even she was kept in the dark and was unaware of this matter.

Later, he went to the Chen residence on Tai Xiang Street and met the Old Sword Immortal Chen Xi, who had changed his name to Chen Ji in this life. Chen Ping’an mistakenly thought that the other party had known all along, so he didn’t mention it unnecessarily.

Chen Ping’an murmured to himself, “So that’s how it is.”

It was only because this as yet unnamed fated flying sword had met its true master.

This flying sword had been waiting in the Ascending City for the appearance and meeting of the last hidden official.

It was like the joyous excitement of an innocent child seeing their kin or elder, and of course, there was a bit of grievance, a silent complaint, “Why did you take so long to arrive?”

Bearing the true names of the demon race, integrating with Sword Qi City.

Of course, one had to be a sword cultivator.

There must be a tangled and far-reaching karmic connection with the Wilds demon race.

Sword Qi City had no graves, so there was no place for sacrifice. The plaques on the wall of the wine shop. They were like the smallest tombstones.

In fact, Ah Liang had already detected the signs back then and proactively found the Old Sword Immortal, requesting to replace Chen Ping’an, using the clumsy excuse of his higher realm.

However, the Old Sword Immortal said he couldn’t, that a forced melon isn’t sweet, and that accomplishing this had little to do with sword cultivator realms, but rather depended on where people’s hearts lay.

Ah Liang said unconvinced, “Am I not popular in Sword Qi City? I’m not worse than that brat Chen Ping’an, am I?”

The Old Sword Immortal hummed in affirmation, not refuting him, and nodded, “Close enough. On and off the table, from afar and up close, the reputation is very good.”

Ah Liang felt a bit guilty.

“It’s not that you can’t do this, it’s just that Chen Ping’an is more suitable.”

The Old Sword Immortal said, “How much suffering a person can endure determines how much fortune they can enjoy. Since Cui Chan, as a senior brother, doesn’t feel sorry for his junior brother, why should I be sentimental?”

Wu Shuangjiang asked, “Have you remembered everything?”

Chen Ping’an smiled and nodded.

Wu Shuangjiang had not only been to the Five-Colored World and the Ascending City but had also served as a teacher there.

Of course, it wasn’t just to ward off a few disasters for the Ascending City and witness the excitement of a new world.

“At that time, Cui Chan came to the city wall to pick you up, told you many truths, and passed on to you the most skilled divine ability he possessed.”

You two, master and disciple, had already planned the subsequent steps, no need for too much detail, for everything to align perfectly. Otherwise, it would be too forced and not natural enough.

Your realm was too low at that time, your Dao profoundness too shallow. You could only rely on this to deceive heaven and cross the sea. The few dreams Cui Chan sent you were also a form of illusion.

In Tongye Island, guided by the “Changqi” sword’s direction, Chen Ping’an entered the Lotus Flower Blessed Land and had a fierce battle with the then legitimate “number one” person in the world, the devil Ding Ying.

His handy weapon was that “Changqi” sword.

It was during that battle that Chen Ping’an, with a flash of inspiration, delivered his most masterful sword strike ever. It seemed as if at that moment, he had truly gained the recognition of the “Changqi” sword.

To draw the sword is to speak out. To make this heaven and earth have no choice but to listen. (Note 6)

How many affairs were shrouded in fog, the straw sandals worn out without finding a trace. How many opportunities, clearing the clouds to see the sun, effortlessly gained.

Marvelous beyond words, to speak of it is to miss the mark. Profoundly mysterious, to exert effort is to err.

Perhaps this is what cultivating the Dao atop the mountains is all about. Both ethereal and yet truly present everywhere.

The Hao Ran world’s ten thousand years of rest and recuperation owes much to a Sword Qi City and generations of sword cultivators. The Cave Master of Guan Dao Temple, Bi Xiao, due to the place of his integration with the Dao, was ultimately indebted.

That’s why the old master, when meeting Chen Ping’an at that time, spoke those words, because you were carrying Chen Qingdu’s “Changqi” sword, which was why you were exceptionally allowed to enter the Lotus Flower Blessed Land with a complete physical body.

When Chen Ping’an was thrown out of the Blessed Land by the old master, he was no longer carrying the “Changqi” sword. Chen Ping’an asked for the reason, and the old master replied that he would return the sword to Chen Qingdu himself.

Borrowing “Changqi” means bearing karma, and the karma to be borne is precisely the great karma between Ning Yao and the demon race, and between Sword Qi City and the Wilds!

Chen Qingdu did not hide this matter from Chen Ping’an at all. Before lending him the worn sword “Changqi,” he directly explained to the young man that he would have to bear karma, and it would be a great karma.

Chen Ping’an was quite happy about it at the time. It was as if he could finally do something for the girl he loved.

The old man stood alone on the city wall, and whenever he thought of this matter, he always found it amusing, wondering if he was a little fool.

Chen Qingdu’s fated flying sword, Ping, had already shattered during the Battle of Tuoyue Mountain ten thousand years ago.

Chen Ping’an looked at the green flying sword.

It was hard-earned, a bit difficult.

I have the “Changqi” sword, this city’s sword qi is long.

Chen, “Changqi” sword. Sword qi long, city.

Ten thousand years later, led by the last hidden official, the second sword strike that severed Tuoyue Mountain.

The one who stood alone on the city wall in the past, the green-robed sword guest Chen Ping’an, returned to the ruins of Sword Qi City and inscribed the character “Ping.”

The third fated flying sword is named “Qingping.”

Note 1: Chapter 280, “Just Farewell”
Note 2: Chapter 620, “Everyone is a Scholar”
Note 3: Chapter 623, “Refining Swords”
Note 4: Chapter 854, “A Bird in a Cage”
Note 5: Chapter 912, “Asking for a Sword Thus”
Note 6: Chapter 318, “Just Drawing the Sword”