Borrowing a sword

Chapter 189 You're not worthy to practice swordsmanship!
The [Domain God Talisman] burned to ashes in an instant.

A mysterious yet overwhelming power enveloped the entire altar.

That was the power of the seventh realm, a rare occurrence in the Xuanhuang Realm.

It's the power of the [domain]!

It can instantly level this place.

It can also destroy just a single speck of dust.

—It can be controlled and released at will.

The eldest of the nine deacons of the Taoist sect used his last bit of strength to activate this talisman.

He has only one goal.

He killed himself.

Liu Tianfeng underestimated the power of this Domain God Talisman.

He had assumed that the Sixth Elder would only leave behind a wisp of his domain's power.

But in reality, it was much stronger than Liu Tianfeng had anticipated.

Anyone below the Six Realms can be annihilated!

Even an ordinary sixth realm cultivator can be a match for!
Such a terrifying force annihilated everything in an instant.

This elderly man with gray hair vanished instantly!

His robes, his deacon's token at his waist, even the spirit weapon blade that had fallen to his feet—everything within a small area around him was annihilated!

Nothing was left behind in this world.

Outside that small space, all is calm.

There was no aftershock that spread outwards.

This is the [Domain]!
The inside of the domain and the outside of the domain present two completely different scenes.

Liu Tianfeng, one of the nine outer sect stewards, died at Chixi Ravine.

The outer disciples were almost all stunned on the spot.

Everything happened too fast.

For these ordinary disciples, there was no room for them to intervene, and they didn't even have time to react much.

When they came to their senses, Ge Long, who had "fallen into demonic possession," was killed by Deacon Liu, who then also died.

Only Chu Huaixu's gaze suddenly sharpened, as the Heart Sword, which resonated with his mind, gave him a reminder.

"Not quite dead yet?"

His eyes cannot see the soul.

But, so what?

Chu Huaixu simply closed his eyes, and then, guided by the Heart Sword, slashed forward!
The scene not far away was just like the heat waves rippling in the air on a hot summer day.

Immediately afterwards, black mist rose up and then dissipated, as if something was making its final struggle.

Chu Huaixu dragged his injured body forward a few steps.

Han Shuangjiang followed behind him.

He quickly walked to the spot where Liu Tianfeng had been reduced to ashes, and then looked down at the ground.

Li Chunsong told him that the sect leader and his junior uncle sent him down the mountain to gain experience so that he could learn how to kill.

But now he is forced to learn to accept the death of his fellow disciples.

Both Ge Long's and Liu Tianfeng's deaths happened very suddenly.

It wasn't particularly shocking or thrilling.

On the contrary, everything seemed rushed.

It seems that death is a very sudden thing.

Does Chu Huaixu like Liu Tianfeng?
I certainly don't like it.

But regardless, if he hadn't deliberately cut off his right arm, then that previous blow would likely have landed on Chu Huaixu.

For some reason, a scene popped into his mind.

That was Liu Tianfeng's fawning and ingratiating smile after he had convinced that Liu had an incredibly powerful background.

Ugh, just thinking back makes it even more annoying.

But strangely, even though he had played "Borrowing Swords" for so long and witnessed the deaths of many cultivators in the game, including his fellow disciples from Spring and Autumn Mountain.

But I still felt something was off.

It's hard to say whether it was grief or being moved.

But I don't know how to describe it.

It's just not the same as playing games.

Chu Huaixu stood there, staring intently at the broken ground, his face expressionless.

What's even stranger is that he suddenly began to feel a bit envious of Liu Chengqi.

This is what makes him most uncomfortable.

"Okay, I promise you," he thought to himself.

At the evil cultivator's altar, all the rabble had already been killed by the Taoist disciples.

Chu Huaixu fed himself two healing pills, then walked to Mo Qingmei's side, squatted down, and put a pill into her mouth as well.

He guessed that Deacon Mo's main problem was that his sea of ​​consciousness was injured, which caused him to faint, so he gave him a calming pill.

After taking the pill, Mo Qingmei slowly woke up not long afterward.

After learning the general outline of what had happened, her expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

In any case, she and Liu Tianfeng had worked together for many years.

She actually had a pretty good impression of Liu Tianfeng before her Daoist partner died.

Therefore, she will be more moved and saddened.

However, she is a butler.

At this moment, she must take charge of the overall situation.

So Mo Qingmei stood up and began to give orders, directing everyone to finish up here, and personally destroyed the formation on the altar.

She carefully inspected the place multiple times to ensure everything was safe before leading everyone away.

As she walked out, she didn't forget to say to Chu Huaixu, "Chu Huaixu, thank you very much this time."

If it weren't for this young man's help, she would have been injured even more severely, and her life would have been in danger.

“Steward Mo, this is what I should do,” he replied.

After saying that, Chu Huaixu suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"Steward Mo, before you leave, I hope you will send a telepathic message to those two senior brothers outside and tell them to keep an eye on Zhao Qianfeng from the Sword Sect," he said in a deep voice.

Once inside, I felt that some details were still a bit off.

Mo Qingmei, being more experienced than him, also acknowledged this point.

She looked at the young man and said, "I already sent a telepathic message."

After leaving Chixi Ravine, the group swam to the shore.

The sword sect disciple named Zhao Qianfeng lay unconscious on the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

"Huh? He even made a move?" Chu Huaixu asked in surprise. Zhou Yuan and the others who were keeping an eye on him immediately replied, "Junior Brother Chu, no, he suddenly screamed inexplicably and then fainted."

After checking the time, everyone realized that when Zhao Qianfeng screamed, it was roughly the same time that the strange soul was destroyed by Chu Huaixu.

This makes it even more suspicious.

The young man, dressed in a black and gold robe, slowly squatted down.

Everyone thought he was going to check on Zhao Qianfeng's situation, but instead they heard a sound:
"Snapped--!"

The body cultivator's merciless iron hand slapped him across the face, attempting to wake him up in the simplest way.

Chu Huaixu slapped him so naturally, as if it were something he often did.

Seeing that Zhao Qianfeng hadn't woken up after whimpering, he immediately slapped him again with the back of his hand, this time hitting the other side of his face.

The Taoist disciples who witnessed this scene all felt great pain.

Zhao Qianfeng was thus abruptly awakened by the beating.

When he came to, he felt a burning pain in his cheeks and even a slight twist in his neck.

Immediately afterwards, he saw an extremely indifferent face.

Chu Huaixu deliberately flicked his right hand lightly in front of him, letting him know that it was him who had slapped him.

This action subtly implies to him that you have been exposed.

Otherwise, why would someone beat you for no reason when you're unconscious?

The two locked eyes, and Chu Huaixu immediately unleashed the power of his Heart Sword.

Zhao Qianfeng felt as if he was seeing not a pair of eyes, but an invisible sword pressed against his brow!

He shuddered violently, a chill that came from the depths of his soul!

That strange soul had already left a mental imprint on him, which caused his sea of ​​consciousness to suffer severe damage at this moment.

Now, facing the Heart Sword again, he felt as if his soul was about to be scattered.

"He's going to kill me!" This incredibly visceral feeling arose in his mind.

For some reason, Zhao Qianfeng immediately began to beg for mercy loudly: "Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

"He forced me to do this!"

"He looks down on me because I'm only a mid-grade spiritual embryo, and wants me to find him a body for a high-grade spiritual embryo!"

"If I don't comply, I will be annihilated!"

Chu Huaixu looked at him, quietly squatted down in front of him, stared intently at Zhao Qianfeng for a long while, and then spoke:

"It's alright, you can also be completely destroyed now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Qianfeng began to struggle.

He shouted, "You can't kill me, Chu Huaixu, you can't kill me!"

"Yes! You can't kill me!"

"According to the rules of the four major sects, I should be sent back to the Sword Sect and punished according to the sect's regulations. You cannot kill me; you have no right to kill me!"

"I plead guilty, I plead guilty to everything!"

Upon hearing this, Chu Huaixu frowned and then looked at Mo Qingmei beside him.

Deacon Mo nodded slowly at him.

The surrounding Taoist disciples all looked indignant and wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible!
But for some reason, the annoyed crowd were all looking at Chu Huaixu, as if waiting for his reaction.

Perhaps it was because he was the first to encounter a crisis inside, or perhaps it was because he was the one who ultimately calmed everything down.

Prestige is gradually built up through a series of events.

"Chu Huaixu, come here for a moment," Mo Qingmei said.

She called Chu Huaixu aside and told him that the four major sects did indeed have such a rule.

The reason people don't destroy it is because if one day a Taoist disciple encounters any trouble, he will eventually be sent back to the sect and punished according to the sect's rules.

“It’s not right to disobey this rule, because it’s also about protecting our own rights,” Mo Qingmei said.

“He committed a serious crime. After all, you are the leader of Xuanhuang Sect, and Senior Brother Liu also... In short, even if he returns to the Sword Sect, he will most likely die anyway.”

"You know how the Sword Sect operates. The more they face our Daoist sect, the more they'll give us an explanation!"

Upon hearing this, Chu Huaixu frowned, feeling that this was somewhat similar to extradition back to China.

“Can’t we do anything as long as he confesses to everything?” he asked.

Mo Qingmei nodded and said, "Yes, we must not use torture on him anymore."

Looking at the young man before her, she wanted to say more, so she advised, "I'm actually very angry too, but if one day a disciple of my Daoist sect makes a mistake, and if the Sword Sect adheres to this rule, they won't resort to vigilante justice, so you..."

Chu Huaixu looked at her and suddenly asked, "Deacon Mo, we can't use torture on him, right?"

He checked it again.

"Yes, that's right." She paused slightly, still feeling that something was amiss.

Chu Huaixu turned around and headed towards Zhao Qianfeng.

Zhao Qianfeng had already stood up and was leaning against the tree.

His cheeks were swollen from the slaps, and he still felt a bit scared as he watched the Xuanhuang leader stride towards him.

But this Sword Sect disciple watched as Mo Qingmei called Chu Huaixu aside.

He guessed that the Taoist deacon had already calmed the other person down and explained the rules to him.

Zhao Qianfeng didn't know if he would have any chance of survival after returning to the Sword Sect.

But he was clearly a coward who clung to life; he was willing to live as long as possible.

At this thought, he also noticed that Chu Huaixu's expression was very unpleasant.

The uglier the other party's expression, the more it meant that Steward Mo was stopping him.

Zhao Qianfeng breathed a sigh of relief, and a look of certainty flashed in his eyes.

Chu Huaixu looked at him from afar and said, "It is said that in the cultivation world, sword cultivators are the proudest group of people, and also the most self-important and the most self-assured. Among them, the sword cultivators of the Sword Sect are the most typical."

After he finished speaking, he stared intently at Zhao Qianfeng.

Zhao Qianfeng suddenly became a little nervous again.

What do you mean?

He didn't understand what Chu Huaixu meant, but if he just wanted to make a few sarcastic remarks, that was fine too.

However, he soon saw Chu Huaixu slowly walking towards him and standing in front of him.

What do I mean?

The next moment, he suddenly raised his palm.

With his cheeks swollen, Zhao Qianfeng instinctively raised his hands to block.

He held his natal sword in his hand and used it to block in front of him.

Chu Huaixu flicked his finger across the scabbard of the spirit sword.

He unleashed the sword within his mind at that moment.

The natal sword spirit of Zhao Qianfeng's mid-grade spirit sword was instantly destroyed!
His natal sword turned into a lifeless object, causing his sea of ​​consciousness to tremble and endless pain to surge through him. His foundation in swordsmanship also instantly became unstable, and he began to vomit blood incessantly.

Chu Huaixu had already turned away, not even glancing at Zhao Qianfeng, who was leaning against the tree like a lump of mud and slowly slumping to the ground. He only left behind one sentence:
"Stop practicing swordsmanship."

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