Chapter 1137 -692 Sword Scar (Thank you to the alliance leader who rewarded without baring teeth~)_2 Chapter 1137 -692 Sword Scar (Thank you to the alliance leader who rewarded without baring teeth~)_2 “Sword marks?” Mo Hua’s eyes lit up, and he couldn’t help thinking: “Could this be the remnants of a battle left by that Sword Cultivator predecessor, who once entered the fishing village and fought with either people or Evil Spirits?” Mo Hua touched the broken surface of the stone pillar with his hand. The surface was smooth, indicating that the Sword Qi was extremely sharp. However, over the years, the Sword Qi had long dissipated, and a sticky layer of dirt had formed on the surface. Mo Hua wanted to try observing the sword mark to comprehend some uses of Sword Qi. But his rudimentary understanding of sword techniques was far from sufficient to support him in this high-level comprehension of the Sword Dao. If not Sword Qi, then what about Sword Intent? Mo Hua released his Divine Sense to perceive the Sword Intent. On the surface of the break, extremely faint traces of sword light appeared, lingering for hundreds of years, leaving Mo Hua greatly shocked. However, these traces of sword light were still too weak to comprehend much of anything. Mo Hua’s pupils were deep, and the pattern of Heavenly secret appeared in his eyes. Using Tricky Calculation, he amplified the Heavenly Secret Calculation, and upon focusing his gaze once more, the spirit of the surface sharply intensified. A very sharp, pale blue cold light revealed its edge. Mo Hua’s eyes felt slightly stung, and even inside his Sea of Consciousness, he felt an intense pressure, as if an expert in the Sword Dao was pointing a razor-sharp treasure sword directly at his brow. Afterward, everything vanished in an instant. The slight traces of sword light on the break completely dissipated. Within the Heavenly Secret Calculation, the sword principles entwined with cause and effect also disappeared without trace. Mo Hua stood there for a moment, filled with wistful regret. “This is… Divine Thought turning into sword…” That purity of killing intent to the extreme, the icy peak of Sword Intent, and the stunningly brilliant Sword Qi transformed by Divine Thought all deeply shook Mo Hua’s heart, preventing him from calming down for a long time. Mo Hua was in a trance for a moment and then his eyes sparkled with renewed brilliance. “This is… Divine Thought turning into sword…” “And it’s very likely that it’s the Taixu Mind Transforming Sword True Jue of the Taixu Gate…” He had finally witnessed with his own eyes and personally experienced the real Sword of Divine Thought, transformed by Divine Sense! Mo Hua touched the broken stone pillar again. Unfortunately, there was nothing left on it. But no matter. Where there is one, there is a second. The Sword Cultivator predecessor who entered the village, polluted by the Evil God and fraught with dangers, would not have only drawn his sword once. There must be other traces of “Divine Thought transforming into sword” in this fishing village. As long as he observed them one by one, even if he couldn’t learn the real Divine Thought turning into sword, it won’t be a problem to merely grasp the rudiments and the methods of using Divine Sense by imitating what he could. Mo Hua was full of anticipation. He just didn’t know where else in the fishing village one could find sword marks… As Mo Hua pondered this, he suddenly paused, realizing that there was urgent business he had yet to attend to. “Saving people is the priority, saving people is urgent…” Mo Hua silently chanted to himself. The matter of the “sword mark” could wait until later. After that, he continued to make his way stealthily towards the large fishing house up ahead. There were no Formations around the fishing house, nor were there other means of protection. Apparently, the Cultivators staying in the fishing village didn’t expect outsiders to find this place, so they did not set up additional defenses. This made things convenient for Mo Hua. The door of the fishing house was tightly closed, with muffled voices inside. Mo Hua climbed to the roof of the fishing house with nimble fingers and feet, peering through the gaps in the thatching. Although the fishing house was large, the furnishings were meager, and a lamp was lit inside, casting a dim light. There were several Cultivators inside, sitting around a table drinking. Most of these Cultivators wore black robes, with one exception—a man with a full beard and dark, robust muscles, none other than Crossing River Dragon. The wine was strong, with a thick aroma. There were also several dishes of dried fried snacks and dried fish on the table, to accompany the drinks. As the men ate and drank, they complained about various things in casual conversation. Mo Hua listened carefully and picked up complaints about the “damn weather,” “the gloomy place,” “someone died,” and “bad luck.” And then, surprisingly, there was talk of… Gu Changhuai? “That bastard Gu Changhuai…” “I don’t know what kind of madness has gripped him, he has had his eyes on me for several months, lingering like a yin soul…” “Sooner or later, I’ll kill him!” “Blow it out of your ass! You, just at Foundation Establishment, think you’ve got the guts of a bear and a leopard, wanting to kill someone in the Golden Core Realm?” “You know jack shit! Don’t disregard the poor youth! Soon I too will reach Core Formation, alchemize cinnabar into the Dao, refine a Top-Grade Golden Core, study the Sect Protecting Sword technique, and have it out with that Gu character.” “…to utterly humiliate him in every way, before killing him!” “Enough with the pipe dreams…” “It’s strange though, that Gu guy, a Third Grade Supervisor, usually only catches Sin Cultivators of the Golden Core Realm. So why has he suddenly gone mad this past year, targeting those at Foundation Establishment?” One of the men in black spoke in a heavy tone, “Does he… know something?” The atmosphere turned somewhat taut for a moment. The leader among the men in black sharpened his gaze, took a sip of the wine, and spoke softly: “According to what the Gentleman said, there is an expert manipulating behind the scenes, deliberately opposing us through Gu Changhuai.” “Who is it?” Somebody said impatiently, “Damn it, you fool, if he’s called an expert, then of course it’s not someone we can know, is it?” “A true expert, which one does not hide deeply?” “You motherf—” “Enough!” the leader in black said coldly, “We’re all noble family’s sons, watch your language.” “Yes, Big Brother…” The others mumbled. Everyone silently drank, and after a while, someone found a new topic, and they chatted again. But the talk was frivolous, mostly crude jokes. They mostly discussed which family’s daughter was beautiful, which Sect’s women had nice figures, or what fun there was with girls of certain Spiritual Roots… Listening to this for a while, Mo Hua’s brows furrowed deeply.