Borrowing a sword

Chapter 1 Rainy Night, Knife, Umbrella [New Book Seeking Monthly Tickets]

Chu Huaixu put on the [game helmet] and then opened his eyes.

The environment in front of him changed instantly, and he felt that the scene in front of him was slightly gloomy.

It was a night of torrential rain.

At this moment, he stood on a forest path, a short knife at his waist and an oil-paper umbrella in his hand.

The smell of rainwater mixed with the scent of earth filled his nostrils, making him even more awake.

The night sky was covered with dark clouds, and even the moonlight was barely visible.

Chu Huaixu frowned, raised his right hand (which was not holding an umbrella), put his index and middle fingers together, and then drew them upwards in the air.

The next moment, the whole world suddenly became a little brighter!

Suddenly, he could see everything in front of him more clearly.

Just as Chu Huaixu was about to look around, a figure darted out from the dense forest ahead.

The other person also carried an oil-paper umbrella and wore a black outfit, the only difference being that he had a long sword at his waist.

Oh right, he held the umbrella very low, so from Chu Huaixu's angle, he could only see most of Chu Huaixu's face, just like a close-up shot in a movie.

Therefore, Chu Huaixu also silently lowered the oil-paper umbrella in his hand a little.

The man who darted out from the dense forest had his right hand already on the hilt of his long sword.

His voice was slightly hoarse, and it sounded as if he had phlegm stuck in his throat.

“I advise you not to do anything. Come back with me now and we’ll throw you into the dungeon.”

After finishing his sentence, the bearded man added:
"Of course, you also have a second option."

Give me fifty taels of silver.

After saying that, he stepped aside to show that he was allowed to pass.

Upon hearing this, Chu Huaixu raised the oil-paper umbrella even lower.

The night rain poured down, pattering against the surface of the oil-paper umbrella. In the darkness, his expression was not clearly visible.

"Fifty taels of silver has a purchasing power roughly equivalent to over 5 yuan on Earth," Chu Huaixu thought to himself.

Paying over 50,000 yuan to avoid jail time, or even to save your life, doesn't seem expensive.

However, he was unsure whether he could actually come up with such a sum of money now.

So he started looking for money on his person.

To his surprise, he actually found a one-hundred-tael silver note in his pocket.

'Huh? It seems this 'starting game' isn't simple at all,' he thought to himself.

Chu Huaixu raised his oil-paper umbrella, looked at the other person with raised eyebrows, picked up a hundred-tael silver note, and asked seriously:
"No. You can break change, right?"

The bearded man opposite him also raised his umbrella, his eyes suddenly becoming sharper.

His original idea was to see what kind of family this kid was made of.

For many people, it's not appropriate to carry all their savings with them.

It wouldn't be right to just take the silver from him.
Basically, it can be understood that he not only wanted to steal the wallet, but also wanted the balance in the bank card.

But who would have thought that this kid would be carrying such a large amount of banknotes!
The stubble-faced man licked his slightly dry lips and said in a terrible, phlegmy voice, "I had some doubts about your identity before, but as for now..."

"Swoosh—!" The bearded man drew his long sword from his waist!

He looked at Chu Huaixu with a sinister grin, holding an umbrella in his left hand and a knife in his right, and took two steps forward.

"I just don't understand, what's the point of sending a mortal like you, a [pseudo-spiritual embryo], here?"

The current situation is special, a great calamity is imminent, and we have long since entered an era of universal cultivation.

Anyone with even a little bit of spiritual potential can step into the door of cultivation and become a cultivator.

This person looks quite old, but has not yet entered the path of cultivation; he is undoubtedly a false spiritual embryo.

Chu Huaixu listened to the stubble-faced man's words, tilted his head slightly, and looked at him sideways:

"Dude, aren't you the same?"

LOL, aren't you a fake spirit fetus too? And you're looking down on it?
Upon hearing this, the bearded man's eyes flashed with even more malice, and his face turned furious.

In earlier times, the right to cultivate was controlled by sects, dynasties, and aristocratic families to ensure the continued existence of social classes.

Ordinary people, unless they are exceptionally gifted, don't even have the opportunity to cultivate.

Now, due to the impending great calamity, the era of universal cultivation has begun.

In this environment, it would be extremely cruel for someone like him who is a pseudo-spiritual fetus.

There is no other choice but to refine the body.

However, breaking through the first barrier of cultivation through body tempering is as difficult as ascending to heaven!

The effort required here is a hundred times, or even a thousand or ten thousand times, that of those who possess a spiritual embryo!
Therefore, for a bearded man, a spirit fetus is the thing he envies the most.

He dreamed of becoming a cultivator. His anger surged instantly, and he tightened his grip on the knife with his right hand.

But before he could chop him down, the bearded man wanted to continue his taunts.

After all, killing someone is killing someone, and talking is talking.

"Yes, I am also a pseudo-spiritual fetus."

"But I never thought of infiltrating the Daoist sect with a mere pseudo-spiritual embryo."

"You piece of trash, you really don't know your own limitations! You're not thinking you can pull some strings just because you're all soft and delicate, are you?" He licked his upper lip.

Chu Huaixu listened to his words, digesting the information within.

"Infiltrate the Daoist sect?" He caught this key phrase.

Strictly speaking, a pseudo-spiritual fetus cannot be recorded by the Taoist sect.

However, a smile appeared on Chu Huaixu's face, and he spoke in words that the stubble-faced man couldn't understand at all:

"Do not ask."

"I am a student with athletic talent."

The rain keeps falling.

The bearded man wondered if he had lost his mind, or if the other person had lost their mind.

He was completely confused.

But the other party made a move!
Chu Huaixu then took out the short knife from his waist.

"Rainy night, knife, umbrella?" he murmured to himself.

Immediately afterwards, he threw away the umbrella.

The dagger is drawn!

The heavy rain lashed against his body. Chu Huaixu drew his sword and stepped forward, stepping into a puddle with his first step, splashing up streams of water mixed with mud.

"How dare you!" the bearded man roared, throwing away his oil-paper umbrella as well.

He swung the long sword forward with fierce and sweeping strokes.

As the two blades clashed, Chu Huaixu felt a jolt in his tiger's mouth.

It was obvious that the other person was much stronger than him!
If nothing unexpected happens, this bearded man has undergone body tempering.

However, he had not yet broken through the first barrier in his cultivation.

"An interesting start," Chu Huaixu thought to himself.

But you're already this old, and your mouth still smells foul. You've only reached this level of body cultivation?
"That's it?"

The short sword suddenly slashed upwards!
The bearded man was secretly alarmed.

He couldn't understand why this young man in front of him, who wasn't strong, fast, or physically powerful, couldn't hit him.

If it's just a narrow escape, he'll think the other person was lucky.

But what if it happens every single time?

Moreover, the angle at which he wielded the knife, and his control over the degree of force, reached a terrifying level.

It seems that his control over his body has reached an abnormally high level!

"Why?" the bearded man asked, utterly bewildered.

A very bad premonition began to rise in his mind.

"If I get hit by him just once, it will definitely be a vital spot, and I will definitely die!"

And as it turned out, he was right.

The moment that thought crossed his mind, the dagger drew a line of blood across his neck.

—You're right, aren't you happy?
After slitting the throat, Chu Huaixu kicked the bearded man hard in the stomach, sending him far away to keep a safe distance from him, so as to prevent any close-range accidents before he was completely dead.

The other person was lying on the ground, convulsing, clutching their neck tightly with both hands, yet blood continued to flow uncontrollably.

—The situation is settled.

Rainwater washed over his body. Chu Huaixu lowered his head slightly, sheathed his sword, and calmly said:

"You just need to practice more."

Chu Huaixu took a few steps forward, picked up the oil-paper umbrella he had just thrown away, and shook it to remove the water.

He felt he looked especially handsome just now.

However, it wasn't long before he fell into a state of confusion, followed by a complex mix of emotions including annoyance, bewilderment, and surprise.

"No way! Where the hell did my [Exit Game] button go?!"

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(End of this chapter)