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..."