“A single speck of dust can fill the sea; a single blade of grass can sever the sun, moon, and stars!”
“Who would have thought that such a terrifying blade of grass truly existed in this world—and such a terrifying sword technique along with it!”
After perusing the Grass-Sword Technique, Ye Wushuang was profoundly shaken.
The power of this sword art was simply overwhelming.
Its sword energy could traverse the cosmos, slash through starry seas, and cleave apart the sun and moon.
A storm of sword energy could annihilate everything in its path, reducing all to nothingness.
Once mastered, a single strike could obliterate an entire world without difficulty.
This was a supreme offensive sword technique, one that could only be fully unleashed by those who had reached the pinnacle of cultivation—the Heaven-Earth Sovereign Realm.
A single display of this technique would reign supreme across the world.
Yet, just as Liu Shengsheng had said, mastering this sword art was exceedingly difficult.
To cultivate the Grass-Sword Technique, one had to comprehend the life cycle of the Nine-Leaf Grass.
From its every breath, one had to grasp the supreme essence of the technique.
But while understanding the Nine-Leaf Grass sounded simple, the reality was far more complex.
After all, though the Divine Dragon Imperial Family possessed the Grass-Sword Technique, they did not have an actual Nine-Leaf Grass!
Without the Nine-Leaf Grass, how could one possibly comprehend the sword technique?
This very question had stumped countless imperial geniuses throughout the ages.
No one had ever seen the Nine-Leaf Grass, nor did anyone know its true form.
As a result, even if they tried to imagine it, they had no reference to draw upon.
Thus, since the creation of the Grass-Sword Technique, no one—aside from its original creator—had ever mastered it.
But such a problem posed no obstacle to Ye Wushuang.
Others might need the Nine-Leaf Grass to assist them in cultivation, but Ye Wushuang grasped the sword intent of the technique after merely studying it for the time it takes an incense stick to burn.
Within half an hour, the entire essence of the Grass-Sword Technique unfolded in his mind.
His extraordinary comprehension had achieved an extraordinary miracle.
But that wasn’t all—Ye Wushuang could even reverse-engineer the growth cycle of the Nine-Leaf Grass based on the sword technique.
If he could simulate the grass’s form, others would find it far easier to cultivate the Grass-Sword Technique.
An hour later, Ye Wushuang reappeared before Liu Shengsheng.
Yet now, Liu Shengsheng’s eyes were filled with astonishment.
The Ye Wushuang before him no longer seemed like Ye Wushuang—but rather, a towering Nine-Leaf Sword Grass.
This grass was immense, its presence blotting out the heavens.
Its sharpness was such that it seemed capable of splitting the world apart.
Just a single glance made Liu Shengsheng’s eyes sting.
The overwhelming sword intent felt as though it could pierce straight through his vision.
At that moment, Liu Shengsheng understood—his imperial sister had truly mastered the Grass-Sword Technique, the one no one else could cultivate.
Not only that, she had grasped its full essence.
Still, he couldn’t help but ask:
“Imperial Sister… is this… the Grass-Sword Technique?”
“Yes. This is the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass.”
“Hiss—! So powerful… unbelievably powerful! Truly the mightiest sword technique! Imperial Sister, you must teach me!”
“Since I promised you, I naturally will. But before I do, you must first comprehend the life of the Nine-Leaf Grass.”
With that, Ye Wushuang withdrew the sword intent, reducing the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass to its initial form.
Liu Shengsheng would have to start from this state, slowly perceiving the grass’s life cycle.
Only by truly understanding it would he qualify to cultivate the Grass-Sword Technique.
Liu Shengsheng didn’t fully grasp this, but since Ye Wushuang instructed him, he obeyed without hesitation.
Thus, for seven days, he remained by her side, meditating on the grass’s primal form.
Meanwhile, Ye Wushuang divided her time between cultivating the Eight-Nine Heavenly Art and other Daoist techniques.
At first, Liu Shengsheng perceived nothing—to him, it was just a blade of grass.
A sword grass, yes, but nothing particularly special.
Yet gradually, he began to sense something amiss.
Within the grass’s subtle movements, he detected traces of the Dao.
He didn’t yet recognize it as the Dao—only that every motion of the grass carried sword intent within it.
It was as though the heavens and earth themselves resonated with sword energy, all of it drawn forth by the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass.
This realization enthralled him.
Unconsciously, the Nine-Leaf Grass manifested by Ye Wushuang matured.
It retained its form, yet with every sway, an unfathomable terror lurked within.
Each leaf brimmed with boundless sword intent, woven together yet restrained, making the grass appear ordinary at a glance.
But once unleashed, it could shatter the skies, sunder the earth, and slice apart celestial bodies with ease.
In Liu Shengsheng’s perception, he became the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, experiencing its entire life.
From its fragile infancy to its towering dominance over the void, standing unshaken between heaven and earth.
His insights multiplied endlessly.
Then, he closed his eyes.
At that moment, an image of the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass took root in his heart—a single wisp of the Grass-Sword Technique’s sword intent.
This entire process took him three months.
Three months of Ye Wushuang’s personal guidance, and Liu Shengsheng had finally grasped a sliver of the technique’s essence.
Now, he could truly begin cultivating the Grass-Sword Technique.
Overwhelmed with excitement, he exclaimed:
“Imperial—Imperial Sister! I can cultivate the Grass-Sword Technique now!”
“Indeed. You may now cultivate it. I only hope that in the days to come, you do not disgrace its legacy.”
“Please rest assured, Imperial Sister! I will never bring shame to the Grass-Sword Technique—nor will I waste the effort you’ve poured into me!”
Liu Shengsheng knew how much Ye Wushuang had sacrificed for this.
First, the Grass-Sword Technique was not a creation of hers—teaching it to him was already a breach of restrictions.
After this, she would inevitably face consequences.
Moreover, she had personally guided him for three whole months.
Without her hands-on instruction, he might never have grasped even a wisp of the sword intent—perhaps not even in a lifetime.
Through her, he had truly experienced the care of an elder sister.
This moved him deeply.
And so, he resolved to cultivate the Grass-Sword Technique with all his might, ensuring her efforts were not in vain.
“Good. Since you’ve chosen the Grass-Sword Technique, you must commit to it fully. Do not waver or chase after every new technique you encounter.”
“The path to the Dao is arduous. Only by walking a single road to its end—by holding unwavering faith in yourself—can you one day touch the Great Dao and achieve true mastery.”
“Yes!”
“Thank you, Imperial Sister!”
Once more, Liu Shengsheng bowed in gratitude.
