Chapter 1292: Chapter 741 Sword Control Genius_3 Speaking of "stealing lessons," his demeanor was nonetheless righteous and unashamed. Situ Jian saw Mo Hua’s "frankness" and dumbly nodded his head. "I don’t cultivate Sword Qi; I simply use Divine Sense for sword control. Just testing its effects, playing around..." As he spoke, Mo Hua pulled out a "shabby sword." Calling it a shabby sword wasn’t entirely inaccurate—it was filthy, rusty, and looked like it had been buried in a corner for who knows how long. Situ Jian was witnessing, for the first time, someone using a "shabby sword" to practice sword control... As expected, Little Senior Brother’s way of thinking and acting was far from ordinary. "Alright then." Situ Jian sighed, "Let’s start by testing the range of your sword control." He looked around, then pointed toward a nearby mountain slope on the other side, "Little Senior Brother, stand here and control the sword to fly toward that slope." "Sure!" Mo Hua nodded with enthusiasm. He then recalled the principles taught in the Sword Control Chapter of the Sever Gold Sword Control Jue, began channeling his Divine Sense, and manipulated the shabby Spirit Sword. The Sword Control Method was essentially a specialized Object Manipulation technique. Divine Sense Ink Manipulation was also considered Object Manipulation. However, Ink Manipulation emphasized the intricacy and flexibility of Divine Sense control. Sword Control, on the other hand, focused on instantaneous force and extreme speed. But for Mo Hua, any Divine Sense technique was far from challenging. The mere Divine Sense Sword Control, no matter its difficulty, could hardly compare to the Heavenly Secret Calculation and the Tricky Calculation within the Divine Sense system, which explores the depths of Formation principles. Mo Hua began his sword control. He focused intensely, held his breath, and unleashed his Divine Sense, firmly "grasping" the shabby Spirit Sword before him, achieving complete "manipulation." Then he glanced at the distant mountain slope, and suddenly amplified his Divine Sense, channeling it rapidly to imbue the Spirit Sword with great momentum. Golden light flared in an instant. All Situ Jian heard was a sharp "whoosh." Before him, the sword’s golden glow flashed, tracing a line of light that vanished in an instant—then the Spirit Sword was gone. He hadn’t even reacted to what just happened. Too fast... Situ Jian turned his gaze toward the distant slope with a dazed expression. "Where’s the sword?" Though it was supposed to fly toward the mountain slope, the sword seemed to have disappeared. Situ Jian narrowed his focus and looked even farther away. Suddenly, his expression shifted slightly. There was a forest behind the slope. That sword... It seemed to have flown past the slope and embedded itself into the forest ahead. "There’s no way..." Suppressing his shock, Situ Jian employed his swift movement techniques, flashing over to the forest in moments. Activating his Divine Sense for a search, he quickly located the rusted Spirit Sword embedded in a tree. The sword was indeed shabby, still bearing its rusty appearance—Little Senior Brother’s unique possession. Situ Jian turned back toward Mo Hua’s location, estimating the distance, his mind suddenly awash with disbelief. Judging by estimation, it must have been... One hundred seventy to one hundred eighty zhang?! Situ Jian felt a chill down his spine, utterly incredulous. Was his Little Senior Brother some kind of monster? Sword control while at the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment, spanning one hundred seventy to one hundred eighty zhang? Where was the logic in that? Situ Jian sighed, picked up the shabby sword, returned to Mo Hua’s side, and couldn’t help but ask: "Little Senior Brother, just how powerful is your Divine Sense?" Mo Hua replied ambiguously, "Just the average Divine Sense for someone at mid-stage Foundation Establishment... maybe a tiny bit stronger. After all, I’m a Formation Master; I paint formations every day." Situ Jian felt conflicted. That "tiny bit stronger" was obviously far too much. The two of them shared the same sect and even lived in the same Disciple’s Residence. Sharing their days together, Situ Jian had long known Mo Hua’s Divine Sense was formidable but had never imagined it could be this formidable. No wonder Little Senior Brother excelled in formation techniques. And it was no surprise Elder Master Xun personally chose him to serve as "Little Senior Brother" in formation expertise. Situ Jian didn’t delve deeper into the matter. Everyone’s cultivation talents differed. Little Senior Brother’s blood qi and spiritual power were weak, yet he had managed to join the Taixu Gate. It was evident his strengths lay elsewhere. Just as some people were born with rich blood qi, others were gifted with exceptional spiritual roots or unparalleled talent in Sword Dao. Little Senior Brother was likely born with an extraordinary Divine Sense. Situ Jian, unfamiliar with formation techniques or divine thought cultivation, wasn’t sensitive to Divine Sense realms and didn’t fully grasp its implications. What shocked him more was something else: "Little Senior Brother, is there no decay in your sword control’s range?" Mo Hua paused to think for a moment, then slowly nodded: "It seems so..." At his current Divine Sense level—seventeen-patterns peak, just shy of eighteen-patterns—his sword control range appeared to align perfectly with his Divine Sense’s limit. The maximum range of his outward Divine Sense coincided exactly with his sword control’s distance. No decay whatsoever. Mo Hua contemplated briefly before understanding. Divine Sense transformation! Due to Divine Sense’s transformation, his divine thought gained exceptional tenacity, allowing it to bear significant loads. Thus, his sword control’s range exhibited zero decay. Mo Hua’s eyes lit up. This indicated his sword control’s attack range might be nearly double that of ordinary Sword Cultivators. And that’s compared to those at equivalent Divine Sense realms. Against Sword Cultivators of the same cultivation level, the disparity could be even greater. Situ Jian stared blankly for a moment before exclaiming in awe: "Little Senior Brother, you could definitely be considered a genius in Sword Dao..." He then hesitated, correcting himself: "Maybe more accurately, a ’Sword Control’ genius." After all, Little Senior Brother excelled solely in sword control. Beyond that, his accomplishments in Sword Dao, especially in Sword Qi, were negligible... Situ Jian sighed deeply, lamenting: "What a pity. Little Senior Brother, your sword control is both fast and far-reaching—a natural ’Sword Control’ genius. Yet you refuse to cultivate Sword Qi. Your sword packs zero power..." Once more, Situ Jian sighed. Able to control the sword, but without Sword Qi. It was akin to a master gunslinger with unrivaled shooting skills but no "bullets in the chamber"—unable to inflict harm. An utter waste of talent. Situ Jian wore an expression of regret and disappointment. Mo Hua smiled brightly, saying: "It’s fine. I’m not even a Sword Cultivator; I’m just playing around..."