第146章 Here are a few options for a chapter title with 4-8 words: 1. "The Weight of Swordsmanship's Fate" 2. "A Choice Between Honor and Anger" 3. "Swordsmen's Conscience:

**146章：剑道的抉择**

林锋的情绪终于无法控制，愤怒地挑起裤子，ready to storm out of the room. But before he could take a step, a voice stopped him.

"Lin Feng, wait." Chenyang's calm tone was like a cold splash of water, instantly calming Lin Feng's rage.

Lin Feng turned around, his eyes blazing with fury. "What do you want me to wait for? You've already made it clear what you think of Swordsmen's morals?"

Chenyang sighed, his expression unwavering. "I'm trying to tell you something, Lin Feng. Something that will change your perspective on Swordsmen forever."

Lin Feng's anger was still simmering just below the surface, but he was intrigued. He took a step closer to Chenyang, his fists clenched at his sides.

"What is it?" he growled.

Chenyang's eyes locked onto Lin Feng's. "I'm going to show you something. Something that will make you question everything you thought you knew about Swordsmen."

Lin Feng's curiosity was piqued, despite his better judgment. He nodded, and Chenyang led him out of the room.

They walked in silence, the tension between them palpable. Lin Feng could feel his anger and frustration building up, but he couldn't help feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation.

What was Chenyang going to show him? Was it some sort of proof that Swordsmen's morals were indeed based on their own self-interest?

As they walked, Lin Feng's thoughts were a jumble of emotions. He was torn between his loyalty to his fellow Swordsmen and his growing unease with their actions.

Finally, they arrived at a small, secluded courtyard. Chenyang led Lin Feng to a large stone pedestal in the center of the courtyard.

On top of the pedestal was a small, intricately carved stone statue. It depicted a Swordsmen, but it was unlike any Lin Feng had ever seen before. The statue seemed to radiate an aura of wisdom and compassion.

"This is the true symbol of Swordsmen," Chenyang said, his voice filled with reverence. "This is the statue that has been hidden away for centuries, waiting for the right person to find it."

Lin Feng's eyes widened in surprise. "What does it mean?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Chenyang's expression turned somber. "It means that Swordsmen's morals are not based on self-interest or desire. They are based on a higher principle, a code that guides us towards a greater good."

Lin Feng's mind was reeling. He had always thought that Swordsmen were selfish and arrogant, but this statue seemed to suggest that there was more to it.

"But what about the swordsmen who killed my father?" he asked, his voice still filled with anger.

Chenyang's eyes filled with sorrow. "Those swordsmen were not true Swordsmen. They were just pretenders, using the name and the symbol to further their own agendas."

Lin Feng's mind was racing. He was torn between his anger and his curiosity. He wanted to know more about this statue and the true principles of Swordsmen.

But as he turned to leave, he saw Chenyang's eyes fixed on him, filled with a warning.

"Don't go, Lin Feng," Chenyang said, his voice low and urgent. "You need to make a choice. Will you follow the true path of Swordsmen, or will you continue down the wrong road?"

Lin Feng's heart was racing. He knew that this was a turning point, a moment that would shape the course of his life forever.

And with that, the chapter ended, leaving the reader with a cliffhanger, wondering what Lin Feng's choice will be.