Borrowing a sword

Chapter 164 Preface by Chu Huai, the Leader of Dongzhou

Even Lu Pan, standing on the high platform, hadn't expected that the arena would turn into ruins after he set up the formation.

It seems the root cause lies in that bluish-black airflow.

The formation remains intact, but these infiltrates have permeated it.

Lu Pan is a formation master of the eighth realm. The bronze sword has only broken the first restriction so far, and its overall power is not enough to achieve this.

"These evil spirits are indeed impossible to guard against," the law enforcement elder thought to himself.

Even when he fought the evil sword, the dark blue-black evil energy would devour his power, leaving him defenseless; no one was an exception.

But everyone could see that Chu Huaixu was actually able to solve the problem of evil spirits?
This is the most evil energy of heaven and earth!
"To be precise, it seems that the Dao Ancestor's sword sheath absorbed it?" Xiang Yan and the others thought.

As expected, the Dao Ancestor truly lives up to his name.

They even had such a backup plan!

For those in the Taoist community, anything incomprehensible becomes reasonable once it is linked to the Taoist patriarch.

On the arena, Chu Huaixu stood with a slightly hunched posture, leaning on his sword.

Partridge Sky is not a giant sword, so it cannot make him stand upright and majestic, and then put the giant sword against the ground.

He was now covered in blood and severely injured, and the spirit sword had become the support for his hunched body.

A superior-grade spirit sword, used as a walking stick.

The scene before them, however, should not be underestimated by anyone.

In these collapsed ruins, the black-robed figure leaning on a sword is deeply imprinted in the hearts of countless people.

This includes his previous fearlessness and his composure even after being seriously injured.

It doesn't matter how he's standing or in what form he's standing.

The key point is—he's still standing!

Therefore, he is the leader of the Eastern Continent!

At this moment, Chu Huaixu did not take a deep breath, because his internal organs were seriously injured.

The incredible self-healing ability of the Taoist Canon was coming into play at this moment.

But his injuries were so severe that he needed time to recover and it was impossible for him to recover in such a short period of time.

He took out healing pills from his storage token and stuffed three into his mouth in one go.

After doing all this, Chu Huaixu's gaze fell on Xu Ziqing.

Xiao Xu was more seriously injured than him.

Xu Ziqing's left arm is now useless, and her right arm is also useless now.

His internal organs are probably in no better condition; if it weren't for body training, the situation would be absolutely terrible.

Chu Huaixu strongly suspects that once Xu Ziqing in "Borrowing a Sword" uses a sword, he will definitely suffer irreparable hidden injuries and pay a huge price!

He couldn't bear to see his respected junior brother injured like this, so he decided to go over and feed him a few of the healing pills he had made himself.

Although the quality is definitely not as good as what these cultivation masters give, it is better because it is made by hand, and perhaps it can make him feel warm.
Of course, Chu Huaixu also had important matters to attend to on his way there.

The bronze sword that he had slashed away now lay quietly amidst the ruins.

During his two trips to Mount Cangling, he was forced to kneel because he possessed a Heart Sword within his sea of ​​consciousness and because the spiritual power flowing within him was identical to that of the Dao Ancestor.

Do you want me to kneel?
I'm a damn member of the Youth League!
Even if you time travel, you can't lose face!
On that day, Chu Huaixu was so overwhelmed by spiritual pressure that he bled from all seven orifices and his sea of ​​consciousness nearly collapsed, but he still did not kneel.

Today, he broke the first seal on the Bronze Sword in the first realm, and he won.

Dragging his heavily injured body, with a sickly sword within his mind, he walked forward with considerable difficulty.

He was going to feed Xiao Xu the elixir.

But as he passed the bronze sword, he spoke softly, his tone utterly indifferent: "You lost."

Now you are lying at my feet.

The sword spirit of the evil sword is being forcibly sealed by the restrictions left by the Dao Ancestor and is gradually falling into a deep sleep.

The last thing it saw was the man in the black robe stepping over it.

Old grudges from the past are settled today.

If you humiliate me by kneeling, I will repay you with the humiliation of crawling between someone's legs.

Xiang Yan and the others, sitting on the high platform, were somewhat stunned by what they saw.

Jiang Zhi's eye twitched slightly again.

But for some reason, he also felt a sense of pleasure and comfort!

This evil sword always looks down on everyone, treating everyone with disdain.

Everyone who has climbed to the summit of Cangling Mountain will feel the condescending and disdainful gaze from above.

However, the outcome of the final battle was undoubtedly contrary to many people's expectations.

Xiang Yan and Jiang Zhi couldn't help but exchange a glance.

All those Taoist maxims, all those divinely ordained swordsmen, all those claims of being the number one swordsman in the world—all were shattered by this young disciple on the stage with a single sword strike!
Before Junior Uncle returned to the sect, due to Li Chunsong's mistake, everyone believed that Chu Huaixu was the chosen one.

Everyone was hoping he could take down the sword.

But it ended in disappointment.

But now?

For some reason, the words he carved on the Monument to the Gentlemen began to resonate once again in the minds of the Taoist leaders.

"A wise man uses things, but is not used by things."

He proved with his own strength—so what if I don't have this sword!

As the sect leader, Xiang Yan's mind was racing; he would have to take charge of the follow-up matters. When he first saw the words carved by Chu Huaixu, he had wondered: must we really place our hopes for saving the world on an evil sword?
"Perhaps the current situation is better than what the Dao Ancestor's admonitions described?"

The most excited people on the platform were Li Chunsong and Chu Yinyin.

The gambler's face turned as red as if it were turning purple.

He looked as if he had drunk a whole jar of spirit wine by himself, and now the effects of the wine were kicking in, and the smell of alcohol was directly on his face.

He couldn't help but start rubbing his hands together frantically, unable to hide the smile on his face, his lips simply unable to be suppressed.

"I won?"

"No, no, no! I won again!"

"Hahahaha!"

The fact that this former philanthropic gambling king didn't laugh out loud was already considered incredibly restrained.

He never imagined in his life that after taking a new disciple down the mountain, he, who always lost at gambling, would begin to create an undefeated legend!

Even the most hardcore gambler finds this outrageous.

"They actually won!!"

"Damn it, they actually managed to win!"

Li Chunsong's fondness for Chu Huaixu skyrocketed. He even started to think, "Why don't I humble myself and become his third master?"

Chu Yinyin was even more direct; she couldn't sit still on the large chair and immediately jumped down.

"I told you Chu Huaixu would win! You didn't believe me!" The old woman spoke up directly, pressing her face against the man's as soon as she opened her mouth.

She's so smug right now; Chu Huaixu has really made her proud.

In addition, she was inherently lawless and fearless, and the person she feared least was her junior uncle Jiang Zhi, so she continued to unleash her attacks:
"Every day they'll set up restrictions, saying things like 'Those below the seventh realm aren't worthy to know!'"

"Can you even understand what you're talking about?!"

Chu Yinyin puffed out her once flat chest, which swelled to its maximum.

In her opinion, apart from Li Chunsong who got lucky, who else can see things as clearly as she does?

You won't let me participate!

Now, my future apprentice has won the title of champion of the Eastern Continent!
Moreover, I have invested in him and nurtured him!

"Are you guys even capable?" On her youthful, chubby face, a mixture of disdain and smugness flickered as she thought to herself.

However, Xiang Yan and others found it difficult to refute this.

Jiang Zhi's face also turned black instantly, as if it had suddenly returned to its original true skin color.

And inside the inner gate of the Taoist sect, in that grove of purple bamboo.

The Taoist nun sitting high on the boulder did not continue her seclusion and cultivation today, but instead spread her divine sense to pay attention to everything that was happening in the martial arts arena.

A faint smile appeared on her face.

On the arena, Chu Huaixu had already fed Xu Ziqing the pills and briefly checked his injuries.

Two inner disciples who were standing by stepped forward to help him.

After doing all this, Chu Huaixu struggled to his feet, leaning on his spirit sword.

What should we do next?

I'm not doing anything anymore.

“Then enjoy the cheers, Chu Huaixu,” he said to himself.

A deafening roar echoed throughout the entire training ground.

Not only Taoist disciples, but also many disciples from other sects cheered loudly for him.

From this day forward, his name will resound throughout the entire Eastern Continent!
Preface by Chu Huai, the chief of Dongzhou.

Who in the world does not know you?
Amidst the cheers, the man in the black robe began to show a hint of youthful spirit on his face.

The small black sword within his sea of ​​consciousness was also incredibly excited at this moment.

Today, he and it have triumphed over the bronze sword.

The Heart Sword began to tremble at this moment.

It was as if a soundless, exhilarating sword cry had been emitted!
This caused all the spirit swords below the arena to tremble and emit bursts of sword cries!
Amidst all the sounds, Chu Huaixu leaned on her sword and looked at her in the crowd.

"Thank you, Senior Sister Han, for lending me your sword."

"Return it to its rightful owner," he said to Han Shuangjiang with a smile.

【Partridge Sky】, guided by his aura, flew forward and landed in the scabbard in Han Shuangjiang's hand.

He could even sense that the sword was somewhat reluctant to part with it.

The large ice block, as the owner, was naturally aware of this.

But now is definitely not the time to argue with a dead fox about this.

Of course, she also wanted to offer him her most heartfelt congratulations!
On the high platform, the cultivation giants of the four major sects could see the young man's spirited demeanor.

But they all felt it was nothing.

According to the rules, it is very likely that this young man, who is currently enjoying the cheers of thousands, will be the one to enter the dangerous first level of the [Origin Spirit Realm].

If, as the Taoist patriarch's admonitions say, the danger this time will far exceed that of the past, then who can guarantee the outcome, and who can be 100% certain?
Moreover, everything concerning the Origin Spirit Realm is a closely guarded secret.

Most people would never know what this young man was about to do for the sake of all living beings.

So, before he set off.
—The world should then know his name!

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