“Obtaining the topmost degree of talent in sword arts in the world requires giving up 72 years of lifespan, which leaves you with only five more years of your life. At the same time, you will never be able to feel love, kinship, and friendship, and you’ll end up leading a lonely life until your death, unable to procreate, or to have any descendants. “From now onwards, everything related to happiness in the human world shall no longer be of your concern. Are you willing to accept this?” “Hahahaha, I’m already alone bereft of all support, my hopes dashed to pieces, shouldering only absolutely irreconcilable grudge and hatred, why would I disagree? Why would I not want it? I couldn’t ask for anything better!!” His sword sweeps across the Divine Continent for seven days and nights, moving 90,000 miles through the starry skies, unhindered. He slays saints and buddhas in Heaven, slaughters demons and devils in Hell, sweeping away all the grievances in his heart!
"Xingjian, you're here again?"
"Mmm."
"How's your progress? Have you figured out what language those Ancient Era's writings are in?"
"Mmm, I'm about there."
"I've heard that Sword Saint Sasa has already deciphered the first two hundred words. Xingjian, you must work hard too."
"Mmm."
As he watched Fang Xingjian leave with an indifferent look, the student who had approached Fang Xingjian thought to himself, 'He’s just putting up an act.'
Fang Xingjian continued to head for the room where the dragon's scale was located. On the way, quite a number of people greeted him and asked him about his progress with the Ancient Era's artifact. When he came across them, Fang Xingjian would just give a casual reply.