Borrowing a sword

Chapter 128 Chu Huaixu is doomed to fail

On that rainy night, Xu Ziqing, whose mental state had collapsed, hated the storyteller intensely.

"Damn old man!" Even the usually polite boy thought angrily to himself.

The other party gave him hope, and then despaired him. At the foot of Wumeng Mountain, burdened by a blood feud, he was like someone who had gone mad.

Expectation is a slow poison; when it is completely dashed, it has a fatal effect.

Fortunately, his senior brother appeared like a savior and pulled him out of the predicament.

Little Xu never imagined that the junior grandmaster he was going to meet today would be him!
Before this, he had always hated this person!
So much so that when they made eye contact just now, a hint of anger flashed in his eyes.

But Xu Ziqing is not a fool.

He quickly suppressed his emotions.

Moreover, the fact that the other party was actually a member of the Taoist sect, and of a very high seniority, made the whole thing seem even stranger.

Seeing him in a daze, Zhao Shuqi quickly said, "Xu Ziqing, why don't you pay your respects to your junior grandmaster?"

The young man bowed and said, "Disciple greets Junior Grandmaster."

Jiang Zhi glanced at him.

Although Xiao Xu tried his best to hide it, he could not escape his eyes.

"Perhaps you feel that I've played you?" he asked bluntly.

"This disciple dares not," Xu Ziqing replied.

The man who looked like a storyteller was speechless.

He went down the mountain to travel around and finally found this sword attendant. He gave him directions, but the other party complained about him.

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Zhi said, "I did send someone to Wumeng Mountain to pick you up, but there were some mishaps during the process."

After much deliberation, he did not tell Xu Ziqing the whole truth of the incident, nor did he mention that the sixth brother of the Taoist sect had picked up the wrong person.

Jiang Zhi was the youngest disciple among the Gentlemen's Sect disciples of that generation. He was always unruly, willful, and unorthodox.

However, since most of his senior brothers and sisters had passed away, he suddenly became one of the most senior people.

He is very powerful, and no one can control him.

But there was one person he always listened to.

That was Chu Yinyin's master, her ninth senior sister.

Since this little brat had quoted her master's exact words, Jiang Zhi accepted it.

While Li Chunsong certainly has problems, he must also have them.

If this were told to Xu Ziqing, a junior, he would feel ashamed.

—That's enough!
At this moment, the handsome young man was stunned as he listened to his junior grandmaster's words.

"So, this junior grand-uncle who looks like he's just having fun in the world isn't playing a trick on me?" he thought to himself.

He felt that such a wise person had no need to deceive him again now.

Xu Ziqing is a sincere young man with a pure and innocent heart.

The knot in his heart was untied so easily.

This shows that the naive Xiao Xu is actually the type of person who can be repeatedly scammed by fraudsters.

Jiang Zhi looked at him and, without wasting any time, said directly, "Zhao Shuqi told me that you have already learned the 'Sword Nurturing Technique.' Show me how you do it."

"Yes, Junior Grandmaster Uncle."

Xu Ziqing sat beneath the bronze sword and began to calmly practice the "Sword Nourishing Technique".

Jiang Zhi observed carefully from the side, then nodded repeatedly.

"This child's comprehension is truly remarkable."

As spiritual energy surged into his palm, the sleeping sword awoke.

The restrictions on the palm and the restrictions on the sword seemed to form a passage.

The bronze sword began to devour the spiritual power transmitted by Xu Ziqing.

It was so unrestrained, it looked like it was going to drain the boy dry, and it showed no sign of stopping.

Fortunately, the restriction will take effect again after the "Sword Nurturing Technique" is used once.

But Jiang Zhi suddenly spoke up at that moment: "Touch it with your right hand and show it to me."

Xu Ziqing immediately recalled the torment and pain of that day.

But since his junior grandmaster had said so, and the fifth elder was watching silently from the side, he naturally had to do as he was told.

As usual, because Xiao Xu is too short, he can only stand on tiptoe and reach out to touch the floating sword.

But when he placed his hand on the sword, the sword spirit instantly became active and began to try to take control of his body.

"Do not activate the restriction!" Jiang Zhi said sternly.

"Relax your mind and don't resist," he added.

Upon hearing this, Xu Ziqing's eyes widened in fear.

Unfortunately, he didn't have much trust in this storyteller to begin with.

Now, the other party is even asking you to willingly become a puppet of the sword?
For a moment, just like when he was climbing the mountain that day, Xiao Xu's body kept putting on some strange postures. He couldn't control himself, and the sword couldn't control him either.

Jiang Zhi frowned more and more as he watched this scene, and finally snorted coldly, saying, "Stop casting the restriction."

The sword spirit gradually grew angry, but it was still firmly suppressed by the seal left by the Dao Ancestor.

The junior Taoist master exchanged a glance with Zhao Shuqi, who could only manage a dry laugh before saying:
"Junior Uncle, this is the situation right now."

They weren't sure how much power the bronze sword could actually unleash in real combat.

"We could use some auxiliary methods," Jiang Zhi thought.

"But the problem now is that when that half of the sword spirit entered Xu Ziqing's spiritual embryo, the degree of modification to the spiritual embryo was not 100%, and it could not be perfectly adapted."

"Because his spiritual embryo had already been altered beforehand by the Xuan Tian Fetal Breathing Pill." He frowned in thought.

"Even if he were to use some secret techniques to allow the sword to fully control him and make him a true sword servant, he would probably only be able to unleash about 70% or 80% of its power?" Junior Uncle pondered for a while.

Whether a sword with 70-80% of its power can solve the problem of the first level of the Origin Spirit Realm is uncertain.

But since things have come to this, all we can do is try our best and leave the rest to fate.

“On the contrary, we can find ways to further develop his body-refining method.” Jiang Zhi opened up a new idea.

After all, once Xu Ziqing's body is entrusted to the sword, the stronger his physique, the more formidable his combat power will be.

So he said, "From today until the East-West Continent Grand Competition officially ends, you will stay by my side to cultivate."

Fifth Elder Zhao Shuqi listened from the side and knew that Junior Uncle was going to give this young man special tutoring.

He couldn't help but think, "Then Chu Huaixu's chances of winning are even lower?"

He was never a match for the sword to begin with, and now with his junior uncle "meddling" in his way, Chu Huaixu is likely doomed to defeat.

Xu Ziqing, whose spiritual energy had been completely depleted, appeared extremely exhausted at this moment.

He looked astonished after hearing the storyteller's words. He was actually quite homesick.

Xiao Xu will miss her senior brother and also miss Senior Sister Han.

These past few days, while staying in the Fifth Elder's courtyard, he always felt uneasy and couldn't sleep well.

But Xu Ziqing also knew that this was an opportunity that countless people dreamed of.

He carries a deep-seated hatred and needs to become stronger.

Moreover, how could a mere outer disciple dare to defy the higher-ups of the Daoist sect?
Jiang Zhi looked at him with some dissatisfaction and said, "You have been taking too many pills recently, and they are too varied. You are being too reckless."

"Over the next few days, I will help you solidify your foundation."

"Don't be impatient about breaking through to the next realm, otherwise it will not be beneficial in the long run."

“Taking the first step doesn’t mean you’ll always be ahead. Do you understand?” he asked.

Upon hearing this, Xu Ziqing immediately replied, "Disciple understands. Senior Brother once told me that flowing water does not strive to be first, but rather to flow endlessly."

Jiang Zhi found these words somewhat interesting.

But he naturally knew who the senior brother the boy was talking about was.

His mood worsened after that repulsive face came to mind.

Zhao Shuqi watched from the side, secretly chuckling to herself at the squinty-eyed guy.

He had spent several days with Xu Ziqing and knew how much this guy admired Chu Huaixu, treating his senior brother's words as golden rules and often quoting them.

"Junior Uncle is in for a lot of trouble!" Zhao Shuqi smiled knowingly, his eyes becoming even more blind.

Two days passed by in a flash.

Xu Ziqing still did not go home.

Chu Huaixu started washing clothes while grumbling and cursing.

He couldn't help but recall a saying: "Everyone wants to save the world, but nobody helps their mother wash the dishes."

The protagonist of the world must eventually embark on the path of saving the world.

Therefore, he made a grand vow: "When I become successful in the future, I will definitely wear magic treasures from head to toe!"

In this way, just like the black and gold robe, there's no need to wash it; it completely optimizes Xiao Xu's functions.

Registration for the Dongzhou Grand Competition closed yesterday.

In the next few days, another round of initial screening will be conducted.

The Xuanhuang Realm is too vast, and there are too many cultivators at the First Realm.

With the joint efforts of the four major sects, there are many registration points in the Eastern Continent.

If we don't conduct an initial screening, with so many people competing round after round, it would take forever.

The selection criteria were quite simple: the four major sects adopted a unified standard and launched a training wooden stake.

Its nature is somewhat similar to the "scarecrow" used to measure damage in games.

These training wooden stakes are made of spiritual wood and are incredibly hard.

Each participant can only make one attack.

If you cannot leave a mark on the stake, you are disqualified from participating.

As the organizer, the Taoist sect also requires its disciples to undergo a selection process.

On their way there, Chu Huaixu and Han Shuangjiang encountered many people who had already completed their assessments and returned.

Listening to their conversation, it seemed that some of the Taoist disciples were exceptionally talented, leaving deep marks on the wooden stake with a single move.

One person even nearly cleaved the wooden stake in half with a single sword strike!
The dead fox listened to these words and whispered to the big ice block:
"In such a big competition, you have to learn to hide your strength. Whether it's the preliminary screening or when you encounter some ordinary opponents later, there's no need to expose your strength too much."

"The sooner others know about our overall strength and our trump cards are exposed, the more trouble we will face later."

Han Shuangjiang nodded slightly and said, "I know."

The two guys, who wanted to hide their true abilities, arrived at the testing ground and lined up.

When it was their turn, many people craned their necks to watch.

After all, they were quite famous in the outer sect.

In fact, the Taoist disciples still maintained their old habit of enjoying watching the excitement, and many outer disciples of the second or even third realm were also here to join in the fun.

Han Shuangjiang took the first step forward and casually swung her sword at the wooden stake.

"laugh--!"

The sword energy instantly slashed into the wooden stake, leaving a deep gash that penetrated about two-thirds of the way in.

The girl, whose face was cold, was instantly startled and inwardly cried out in alarm.

"Why is this wooden stake so brittle!"

Exclamations immediately arose from the surrounding crowd, with many marveling at the girl's strength.

They could tell that this woman hadn't used her full strength.

Chu Huaixu frowned as he looked at her, his eyes full of reproach.

"You're so ignorant! I told you to hide your shortcomings, but you're showing off in front of others!" he muttered to himself.

The two exchanged a glance, and the large ice block hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

She really wanted to explain that the wooden stake was unexpectedly brittle.

Chu Huaixu stepped forward a few steps and, under the watchful eyes of the crowd and amidst their anticipation, began to circulate his spiritual energy.

In fact, he also sent an "information probe" over.

"Is this 'scarecrow' really that weak in defense?"

Spiritual energy gathered at his fingertips, and Chu Huaixu drew a very shallow scratch on the wooden stake, directly passing the mark and perfectly controlling the score.

Han Shuangjiang was completely dumbfounded, and couldn't help but think to herself:

"You've been hiding your talents too much."

Unexpectedly, after a brief moment of astonishment, several onlookers began to cheer loudly.

"Junior Brother Chu! Such powerful control over spiritual energy! I think you've already reached the [Subtle] realm!"

"I never expected Junior Brother Chu to have this trick up his sleeve!"

"Wonderful! Wonderful!"

"Junior brother, you've gone a bit too far with your hiding!"

"Junior Brother Chu is renowned, yet he practices a Heaven-level technique. It seems he doesn't want to show off his skills to everyone."

Chu Huai Preface: "."

Damn it, are there really so few idiots in the Taoist sect?!
He turned his head to look at the large block of ice, feeling somewhat disappointed.

The ice and snow on the girl's face melted away, and she smiled like a flower.

(End of this chapter)