Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 751 I will always win
For the first time, Pei Ye experienced what it felt like to be watched.

It felt as if a chill descended from the top of his head to the depths of his soul, permeating his entire body, and his hand holding the sword seemed to lose all feeling for a moment.

'Am I really that good?' he thought.

He seemed to be still in a daze when the figure opposite him shot towards him in an instant.

A gasp of surprise erupted in the garden. This figure was completely different from the shadow of the deer tail. The shadow of the deer tail was so fast that it was invisible, like the shadow of a snake under a leaf. This figure, however, was fast and straight, completely disregarding the gaze of its opponent, as if it wanted you to see it clearly.

The gray figure dragged his sword forward, pressing down on the surface of the pool as if it had been pressed down an inch, causing countless glistening water droplets to rise.

Pei Ye stared calmly at him, leaned aside, and reached behind her back to present the long sword.

The gray shadow seemed to have known he was going to dodge. It didn't thrust out at all. It was clearly facing him sideways, but it didn't make any move. The sharp tip of the sword just darted out from under his arm and grazed the blade that Pei Ye had pulled out.

Pei Ye leaned back to dodge, and the sword blade narrowly sliced ​​through the collar of his clothes, cutting off a few strands of hair.

Gray Shadow stood before Pei Ye, his indifferent gaze piercing to the core making Pei Ye almost dazed. How many times had he stared with that same look at a life destined to die beneath his sword?

Pei Ye could almost foresee that behind such a gaze lay an abyss of death.

In the blink of an eye.

The unparalleled swordsmanship blossomed one after another like flowers.

Suddenly, a clear, cold white expanse appeared at the edge of Pei Ye's vision... it came from the surface of the pool beneath his feet.

In the warm spring of March, a thin layer of ice had somehow formed on the surface of the pond, reflecting another world of ice and jade beneath it, so quiet and beautiful: the bright moon, ice shards, wounded feathers... This was the first time Pei Ye had seen it from this perspective, and he felt a sense of emptiness, as if he were about to fall into it.

It was even spreading its dye out of the pond.

Pei Ye stopped his falling body, but for a moment he still lost all four senses except for sight.

Then it swept past me like a dark shadow, burning with intense ash.

Its sword tip dipped downwards, piercing through the thin ice.

The instant the sword blade was stained with water, Pei Ye felt as if tens of thousands of extremely sharp swords were aimed at him.

Countless splashed water droplets floated in the air, like a frozen white rain.

Cold rain above and ice and snow below obscured Pei Ye's central area.

Pei Ye was hardly surprised. He could even read two more hidden sword intents in this space, as well as one called [Hao Bailu] that was preparing to strike from behind.

These powerful sword techniques were handled with ease in his hands; he manipulated them effortlessly, compressing them into a single, narrow space.

And with just a few moves, one can create a killing field.

The gray shadow hovered in the air, its sword trailing behind it like the sharp tail of a swift; Pei Ye stood up, sword in hand, looked up at it, and sighed softly.

In the blink of an eye, white pearls splashed like ink, ice and jade swirled together, and fragments of the sword and raindrops flew everywhere. The Gray Shadow Sword sliced ​​a white line through the scene, piercing Pei Ye's throat in an instant. The next moment, two equally beautiful and pure white wings sprouted from behind the boy and the Gray Shadow. With a gentle flap, Pei Ye escaped the rain and stood on the other side of the pond, his wings folded. The next instant, the Gray Shadow appeared behind him with its wings spread wide, and a fierce sword light pierced straight towards the back of his neck.

Pei Ye did not turn around. A moment earlier, he raised his longsword behind him, and a soft "clang" sound echoed throughout the garden, blocking the sword.

He stepped forward two paces to clear the sword domain and looked intently at the gray figure.

Just as Pei Ye thought, this was a powerful self that would always stand at the peak.

Although he resisted when He Yaoyao tried to pull him, Pei Ye wasn't entirely unwilling to try going into the pool.

Firstly, Ning Shuhong was a friend he had made before entering the Sword Academy. In recent days, she had repeatedly talked to him dejectedly about this difficult situation. Although she still appeared as dashing and powerful as the woman in red, she did not hide her inner frustration from Pei Ye and Wang Shousi. Now that this opportunity had come, Pei Ye naturally planned to help her.

Secondly, Pei Ye himself was indeed quite interested in this sword puzzle.

As Luwei said, "After sitting in meditation for a long time, I finally obtained a true question about the way of the sword." This was also the first time Pei Ye had seen something that truly aroused his interest.

He had been pondering this since he was down there. Li Tishui said that this so-called "complete self" was created by a heart sword and a pure world. So what exactly does it contain?

He was destined to think more about this step than others, because his "self" did indeed contain more of something else than others.

In the end, Pei Ye understood it. He used the Heart Sword [Mirror] to reflect a person's inner spirit and used the entire world to depict a person's external body. Then, Yun Lang's Tianlou used transcendent means to integrate and suppress these two forces in this pool. Therefore, the person who walked on the surface of the pool obtained this gray shadow.

For most people, their inner and outer selves constitute their entirety, but this is clearly not the case for Pei Ye.

Standing here now, Pei Ye understands what this gray figure lacks.

Xitingxin, Xianquan, Binglu, Zhaotu... it doesn't even know how to use the sleeve tiger.

Or rather, it's not entirely without power; it's a rather unique state—it clearly lacks the inherent power to burn, yet it possesses some of the extraordinary abilities Pei Ye exhibits in his Sleeve Tiger state. Consequently, his swordplay is profound and insightful, his sword strikes are like those of an immortal, subtly surpassing Pei Ye's normal level. Pei Ye had already sensed this during the recent swordplay session.

In fact, Pei Ye already knew how to defeat it at this point. As long as he could make any thing that it didn't have work slightly, he could create a gap and kill someone through that gap. Pei Ye was good at this, and he was no different when it came to himself.

But that's obviously not appropriate.

Because that was the sword that broke through Wen Suo's heart, not the sword that broke through Ning Shuhong's sword path.

As he just said, "There are no shortcuts or tricks. The only way is to use yourself to surpass yourself."

Apart from these things, it has everything exactly the same as Pei Ye.

The complete set of divine swordsmanship, the eerie and keen sword sense, the exquisite control, the profound understanding of the sword, the unwavering composure in the face of life and death... Pei Ye had fought against countless powerful opponents, but this was the first time he felt so utterly helpless.

However, Pei Ye was indeed looking for this kind of helplessness.

He looked at the gray shadow opposite him. At this moment, the two stopped fighting for a few moments in tacit understanding. The gray shadow looked at him calmly, and Pei Ye knew that it must be weaving a net for him.

It was secretive and deadly; he hadn't realized it yet, but for "Pei Ye" to force his opponent into a life-or-death situation on such a pool was not an extremely difficult task.

Pei Ye made no plans. If this net were to be woven, he would be helpless and doomed.

Because he did not come down to fight against himself, nor did he come to break the sword of the mind that Wen Suoqu. There was only one thing he wanted to try, right here in this pond, to transcend his complete self.

This is the only path that can be considered a breakthrough, and only this kind of experience can be applied to Ning Shuhong's swordsmanship bottleneck.

Pei Ye's method was also very simple.

That morning, while seated, he had already seen thousands of swords and met hundreds of swordsmen. Every sword was clearly visible to him, with its structure perfectly defined, which made him somewhat tired.

So he wanted to try to disassemble himself.

It's not a particular sword move, nor a single round of swordplay, but a complete and thorough self in the way of the sword.

This was certainly a difficult task, and he didn't know if he could complete it.

Everyone is trapped in the shell of "self," and Pei Ye thought he was no exception. Most of the time, he would never doubt his swordsmanship. Sometimes he would find that he had made mistakes, but that did not mean that he had surpassed himself. The thought of determining what was wrong and what was right was his true self. So that night, he couldn't understand how he had suddenly been lifted up by Zhu Gaoyang's arm.

Now that he has this clear perspective on swordsmanship, Pei Ye has realized—what if he also treats himself as an object to be observed?
What are the reasons behind each of my sword strikes, and what is the logic behind each strike? Is it so clear to some people?
Xiao Lie's sword light once again pierced straight into his left eye. Pei Ye raised his sword to deflect it, taking a half step back. In the clash, a trace of blood and a strand of hair drifted past his vision.

The gray shadow looked at him calmly, and he looked at the gray shadow calmly in return.

He mouthed, "Hello."

It stands like an immortal in its own world, arrogant and domineering from the moment it appears. Now it roams freely across the pool, displaying its mastery of swordsmanship. Water, wind, and even sunlight are its weapons, and the pool's surface is cleaved into chessboard-like patterns by its sharp sword intent.

The sword in its hand is power itself.

Pei Ye was like a leaf in a storm.

He never launched an attack, maintaining his composure and calmness ever since entering the pool. Whenever a sword strike came at him, he would move his body to the minimum to parry his sword—always in the most effective place.

Only when absolutely necessary will he use a sword technique that will startle everyone, and then gracefully escape before anyone can understand it.

The entire garden had fallen into absolute silence at some point. Neither Luwei's grace nor Shang Yun Ning's cold expanse could be more captivating than the scene on the pond. Within the Heart Sword, "intention" was clearly on a shallower level, so all the realms of Intention Sword could not envelop the garden, but could only be reflected in the pond, affecting both sides on the pond.

But now, the ice-like fragments have spread four or five feet beyond the pool, and the spring grass is covered with frost marks.

The gray shadow's sword was extremely sharp and beautiful, unlike any other style in the garden, or rather, you could not find such a sword anywhere else except in this scene.

The boy seemed destined to die with every sword strike, yet he strolled leisurely along.

Pei Ye observed and analyzed each of its sword strikes. This feeling was quite peculiar. Sometimes he couldn't tell whether he was inside or outside, and he didn't know whether he was looking at his own sword or someone else's sword.

But gradually he became more skilled.

It was as if a calm, rational self had materialized, observing everything before the swordsman.

"This sword strike is bad," he thought.

"You'll definitely use that same technique again next time," he thought.

Gradually, he found that he could see more and more clearly and his predictions became more and more accurate. It was as if he was peeling away the skin of the gray shadow in front of him layer by layer, penetrating straight to the deepest part.

Gray Shadow certainly didn't use every sword technique he knew. In fact, Pei Ye's swordsmanship was always precise and restrained; he never used a fully formed sword technique in a rigid way. If he did use one, it was usually at a crucial juncture, or the moment when he took the enemy's head.

So far in this sword fight, Gray Shadow has only used five sword techniques.

[Clouds obscure the view, feathers fall], [God washes his sword], [Flying Feather Immortal], [Collapsing Snow], and [Sudden Wind Drifts Leaves] from *The Willow Sword*.

Pei Ye then realized what a deadly net these five swords had woven together.

Through these five completely different sword techniques, it also completed the formulation of its own swordplay principles.

At this moment, it also realized that its opponent was exactly the same, so the next sword strike was almost completely unexpected by Pei Ye - it directly used the Heart Sword.

It is certainly correct.

In the previous swordplay, Pei Ye lost many sword techniques in order to observe, so his only way to win is to focus on the mental level.

What's even more ingenious is that they were already within the same Heart Sword formation.

The victory or defeat in the Heart Sword reflects the strength and weakness of the mind. Now that Pei Ye has been pressed on the sword, it naturally has the upper hand in the battle between minds. So at this moment, it took the initiative to use the Heart Sword.

For a moment, Pei Ye could hardly tell if it was an illusion—it seemed as if he wasn't solving a sword puzzle at a bright spring banquet where victory or defeat was certain, but rather truly confronting the self within him. If he were to lose his focus even for a moment, he would truly die by the sword of his own heart.

The clear color of the mirror seemed to waver, as if it were about to be replaced by something, a dreamlike, thin ice color... This scene was almost inexplicable, and most people did not understand it. It was a new heart sword born from a new heart sword, and sharp buds were about to break through the outer shell.

But everything was brought to an end a moment earlier.

Pei Ye did not let this thought of reality or illusion disturb his mind.

Even though Gray Shadow only used five sword techniques, their swords clashed nearly a hundred times, with twelve thousand two hundred sword movements. In each sword movement, Pei Ye could feel the most essential pulse, while the shapes of all the other sword techniques already existed in his memory.

There's no need to see it from Gray Shadow; he knows exactly how he'll use it.

Since he took up the sword, he has mastered thirteen noteworthy sword techniques.

"Open the Door," "Support the Willow," "Flying Goose Sword Style in Snowy Night," "Jade Sword," "Snow Collapse," "Unrestrained," and "Six Swords of Spring"

Now, each technique is clearly dissected in his mind. He has never been clearer about how to use each sword move than he is now. Those flashes of inspiration seem no mystery at this moment. He has completely dissected his self in the way of the sword.

The thin ice on the pool surface was re-laid, and everything in sight turned into a jade-like ice color. The gray shadow was gradually washed away into a glass-like shadow, holding a glass-like sword in its hand.

It swept in.

After this self was dissected, Pei Ye was gratified to find that everything was as he had expected.

He did not become a swordsman of supreme rationality, no longer able to draw his sword with a sense of destiny or intuition. All those swords of destiny that had been dismantled by reason and clearly seen by him were transformed into new knowledge and integrated into his mind, and he reshaped a unique, new self.

He was once again trapped in a shell called "self," and at this moment he felt that he was omnipotent, that his sword was extremely mysterious, and that it was absolutely impossible to understand.

The only difference is that this shell is much, much bigger than the previous one.

Breaking through the bottleneck of the Sword of Fate is not about "dying at all costs," nor is it about using reason to overcome fate. The true disciples of Shikao don't actually know how to use the Sword of Fate.

Pei Yecai really knows how to use it.

He thought that one's sense of destiny could indeed be elevated. Immortal Lords possessed the most unattainable sense of destiny in the world, and Grandpa Yue had not been able to see the blade through his bare heart the first time he wielded a sword.

Before everyone's eyes, in that world of ice and jade, a gray figure swept towards his throat with an absolutely incomprehensible sword light. The figure was beautiful and captivating, like a dance.

Pei Ye casually closed his eyes as always, and gently raised his sword to tap it when the sensation arose.

Like the tinkling of jade pendants, the longsword, as gray as ice and jade, shattered with a cold sound, followed by the shadow itself, and then the entire still-forming ice and jade realm.

Finally, there's the pool beneath my feet.

A crisp cracking sound rang in everyone's ears, and they all saw once again the sword blade, reflecting the blue sky and white clouds, being pushed back into its sheath by an aged hand. The pond water rippled freshly, wetting the boy's boots.

The garden remained silent for a long time.

To surpass a complete version of oneself is truly a pipe dream.

Fortunately, Pei Ye has done this many times since leaving Feng Huai.

(End of this chapter)