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Wang Lin's sword cut through the air with a crack that echoed through the mountains. Sweat dripped from his brow as he drove the blade downward, again and again, until his body could no longer keep up with the relentless pace. He staggered, the power in his sword arm fading as fatigue overtook him.
Dropping to his knees, he gasped for breath, every muscle in his body protesting the strain. The Sword Qi that surged within him felt like a distant roar, a mighty wave that refused to obey his will, but no matter how hard he tried, it seemed just beyond his reach. His body was strong—his mind sharp—but he lacked the one thing that could truly bind them: control.
"Not yet…" Wang Lin muttered through clenched teeth, trying to rise again, but his legs gave out beneath him. He collapsed to the ground, the earth beneath him rough and unforgiving.
His thoughts swirled with frustration. *Why isn't it working?*
He had spent weeks in isolation, training harder than he ever had in his life. His injuries were long healed, his body reinvigorated by the Sword God Physique, but the path forward was far from simple. Every time he thought he was on the verge of mastering the power coursing through him, it slipped through his fingers like water.
A sudden rustle in the nearby bushes snapped him out of his reverie. With lightning-fast reflexes, Wang Lin drew his sword, the blade gleaming like a streak of silver in the pale moonlight. His eyes scanned the area, muscles tensed, ready for whatever threat might approach.
A figure emerged from the shadows, tall and weathered, his presence imposing yet calm. It was Zhao Wei again.
Wang Lin's grip on the sword loosened slightly, but his gaze remained wary. "You again?" he asked, voice cold but not unkind.
Zhao Wei smiled faintly. "Still chasing power, I see."
Wang Lin's expression hardened. "What do you want now?"
Zhao Wei stepped forward, unfazed by Wang Lin's guarded stance. "You've been at this for weeks, haven't you? But I can see it in your eyes—you're getting frustrated. You've reached a bottleneck."
Wang Lin clenched his fists. "I don't need your pity."
Zhao Wei ignored the harsh tone and knelt beside him, looking out at the night sky. "Power without understanding is like a child playing with fire. It's dangerous, yes, but eventually, it consumes everything. You want revenge, Wang Lin, but revenge without purpose is empty. Your strength will be as hollow as the hatred that fuels it."
Wang Lin looked away, unable to meet Zhao Wei's gaze. *Is that what I'm becoming?* The question lingered in his mind, gnawing at him. For all his power, for all his desire to make those who betrayed him regret their actions, it all seemed like a never-ending cycle of anger and frustration.
Zhao Wei continued, his voice softer this time. "You've been using your anger as a fuel. But anger can only carry you so far. It blinds you, weakens your mind. It's time you learned to channel your power with something greater than just hatred."
Wang Lin's grip tightened on his sword. "And what do you suggest? That I turn my back on everything that's happened? That I forget the wrongs done to me?"
"I never said that," Zhao Wei replied with a slight shake of his head. "You can still seek justice, but there's a difference between justice and blind vengeance. You need clarity, Wang Lin. Your power is a tool. But a tool is nothing if it's not wielded with purpose."
For a long moment, Wang Lin said nothing. The weight of Zhao Wei's words sank into his chest like a stone, and he realized how true they were. He had been chasing vengeance, yes, but somewhere along the way, he had lost sight of why he had started this journey.
He had been blinded by his need for revenge, using it to drive him forward, without ever truly thinking about what would come after. What would he become once the Azure Cloud Sect had been destroyed? Would he stand alone in the ashes, surrounded by the wreckage of his own soul?
"Tell me what I should do," Wang Lin finally muttered, his voice quieter than before. "How can I wield this power without losing myself?"
Zhao Wei looked at him for a long while before answering. "You need to stop seeing the world in black and white. There are no simple answers. Strength alone will never be enough to defeat your enemies, not when they are as entrenched as the Azure Cloud Sect. You must see the world as it truly is—complicated, full of shadows and light. Once you do that, you will learn to wield your power as a true Sword God."
Wang Lin's eyes narrowed, a fire rekindling deep within him. "And how do I do that?"
Zhao Wei stood up, offering a hand to help him rise. "I will guide you. But this path is not one of instant answers. It will require time, patience, and sacrifice. Are you willing to walk it?"
Wang Lin hesitated. In that moment, everything seemed to hang in the balance. His past, his pain, his desire for vengeance—all of it clashed within him, but he knew there was something more he needed to understand.
Finally, he nodded. "I will walk it."
Zhao Wei's smile returned, but there was no mockery in it, only approval. "Good. But remember this, Wang Lin: True strength is not about mastering your sword alone. It's about mastering yourself."
With that, Zhao Wei turned and began to walk away, disappearing into the night. Wang Lin stood there, the weight of his words still heavy in the air.
The Sword God Physique surged within him, but now, for the first time, Wang Lin felt a deeper understanding of what it truly meant to wield that power. It wasn't just about the strength of his arm, the sharpness of his blade, or the intensity of his sword qi—it was about his heart, his mind, and the purpose that guided him.
And with that, Wang Lin knew his journey had only just begun.
—End of Chapter 4—
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