Borrowing a sword

Chapter 55 Respect Me as You Would a God

The first Sword Master, the leader of swordsmanship 1500 years ago.

His achievements in swordsmanship have surpassed those of the next five hundred years, with no one able to rival him.

He once said: I am the way of the sword!
During those five hundred years, although he had passed away, he remained the sword dao faith of countless sword cultivators, and even in the Sword Sect, he had become a spiritual totem.

Until a thousand years ago, a young Taoist priest who claimed to be a sword cultivator but had no sword in his hand suddenly appeared in the world.

He was so powerful that he gradually rose from being called a minor Taoist priest to becoming a Taoist master, and then a Taoist ancestor.

He chose to grasp that sword, and he became the greatest swordsman of his time.

The same logic applies if he chooses to wield a knife or a gun.

The Dao Ancestor was too powerful. His strength was unprecedented and unparalleled.

In addition, he refined the Qi-Opening Pill, enabling more and more mortals to cultivate, which made his reputation in the sword cultivation world surpass that of the first generation of Sword Master.

But the Sword Sect is different after all; after all, the Sword Master is the Sword Master of the Sword Sect.

Moreover, the first Sword Master has been dead for five hundred years. Could they possibly still fight?
Sword Sect: In short, we don't acknowledge it!
What Chu Huaixu just said was indeed shocking. If he had said this in the Sword Sect, it would have been no different from someone discussing the Dao Ancestor in the Daoist sect.

This is blasphemy against authority.

But this isn't the Sword Sect!

Moreover, facts speak louder than words.

Han Shuangjiang listened from the side, her hand holding the teacup stiffening for a moment, then she gave Chu Huaixu a deep look.

"How dare he say such a thing?" she thought to herself, feeling both admiration and a touch of respect.

Li Chunsong burst into laughter, slapping his large hand on the table several times.

"Good! Very good! Excellent!" He felt he was finding Chu Huaixu more and more pleasing to the eye: "This is how a disciple of the Daoist sect should be!"

What do you mean the First Generation Sword Master was stronger than the Dao Ancestor? That's just self-aggrandizement!
Li Chunsong even suspected that the first generation of Sword Master might not be able to defeat the sword left on the mountain by the Dao Ancestor!

In recent years, the Daoist sect and the Sword Sect have also had similar debates, except that the objects of their comparisons have changed to that junior Daoist uncle and the current Sword Master.

Before his fall from grace, the former junior uncle was recognized as the leader of the "Four Divine Swords".

Back then, the current Sword Master of the Sword Sect had not yet grown up.

By the time he had mastered the art of swordsmanship, his junior uncle had already fallen from his cultivation level.

Therefore, it's impossible to reach a definitive conclusion; it's always a matter of each side having its own version of the truth.

Of course, Li Chunsong definitely felt that his former junior uncle was better!
Although the current Sword Master has a record of killing a Ninth Realm cultivator while at the Eighth Realm, Junior Uncle is no ordinary Ninth Realm cultivator.

After laughing, Li Chunsong, as an elder, still reminded Chu Huaixu, "Don't say these things outside."

But he planned to share it with his fellow students when he got back.

Sword Master was wrong, Sword Master was wrong.

If there is wine, let's drink a big toast!

“I’m increasingly convinced that you’re suited to be Seventh Sister’s apprentice and Junior Uncle’s grand-apprentice,” Li Chunsong said with a smile as he looked at Chu Huaixu.

"Is it your appearance?" he said, then hesitated.

Tsk, he's far too tall and handsome; my jealous junior uncle will surely dislike him.

But it's okay, what if the grandparents love their grandchildren more?

Moreover, he was personally selected by his junior uncle to go up the mountain.

Li Chunsong felt there was no major problem.

"Sixth Elder, what does he look like?" Chu Huaixu asked, noticing his hesitation.

"It's nothing, he's good-looking, he has a bit of my charm when I was young!" Li Chunsong chuckled casually.

Chu Huaixu was quite interested in becoming Shen Man's disciple.

After all, he knew very well that he had been mistaken and had taken Xu Ziqing's script.

But what if one suddenly became the grand-disciple of that peerless killer? Would things be different then?
"They say even tigers don't eat their cubs, but I'm your only grand-disciple!" He thought that was pretty reliable.

However, that's all for the future; he hasn't even entered the inner sect yet.

The most urgent task is to advance to the first realm and then go to [Hidden Spirit Mountain]!
After the three chatted for a few more minutes, Li Chunsong got up to leave.

The door of the bamboo house was opened, and Chu Huaixu immediately saw the servant waiting outside.

At this moment, it was dark.

Xu Ziqing was setting out bowls and chopsticks on the dining table outside the house.

As soon as he saw the group come out, he immediately bowed to Li Chunsong and said, "Sixth Elder."

The lowly servant didn't know who Li Chunsong was at first. He only saw that Chu Huaixu was unconscious and was then carried back by someone flying all the way.

Those who can fly through the air are great cultivators!
It was Han Shuangjiang who told him that this person was the sixth elder of the Taoist sect, and that he should not make any mistakes in what he was doing.

Upon hearing that it was an elder, Xu Ziqing's heart instantly burned with excitement.

"A true master! One of the most outstanding masters in the entire Eastern Continent!" he thought to himself. The handsome young man now understood why Liu Tianfeng, despite being an outer sect steward, was so obsequious to Chu Huaixu.

"I've chosen the right person to follow," Xu Ziqing thought with delight.

To this day, he still doesn't know why Chu Huaixu took him from Deacon Liu.

"But it's obvious that even if it's the same task of sweeping the latrine, sweeping over there is definitely not as good as sweeping over here," the janitor thought to himself.

Xu Ziqing bowed deeply, trying to catch a glimpse of the Sixth Elder's demeanor out of the corner of her eye.

Although he is plain-looking, his cultivation is profound, and I admire him greatly!
Chu Huaixu looked at the handsome young man before him and a thought crossed his mind.

He knew very well how much Xu Ziqing longed to cultivate herself.

"If I remember correctly, Xu Ziqing has a line of hatred about her; her whole family was killed," Chu Huaixu thought to himself.

He had no intention of letting the protagonist of the world remain just a servant by his side forever.

It's ridiculous. It would be a waste not to properly train such a top-notch fighter.

"Consider it something I owe you," Chu Huaixu, who had replaced him, murmured to himself.

We must give him the opportunity to cultivate; we can't deprive him of the chance to avenge this blood feud, can we?
Of course, Chu Huaixu was bound to plant a seed in the young man's heart.

Give him a helping hand and give him what he wants most. Then, to paraphrase a line from a movie: From this day forward, he will revere me as a god!
"Sixth Elder, this disciple has another matter to ask you." Chu Huaixu called out to Li Chunsong, who was about to leave.

"Oh? Tell me." The philanthropic gambling king turned his head and said.

"Sixth Elder, how can an ordinary person become a disciple of my Daoist sect?" he asked.

“Of course there are many rigorous tests,” Li Chunsong replied. “Why are you asking this?”

Xu Ziqing stood aside and immediately pricked up her ears to listen.

His heart started racing; this was exactly what he wanted to know!

He was so excited that his breath almost stopped.

The handsome young man had no idea why his master was asking this, but he desperately wanted to know what the standards were for entering the Taoist sect.

Chu Huaixu pointed to the servant and replied, "Reporting to the Sixth Elder, Han Shuangjiang and I unexpectedly discovered that this person has extremely high comprehension. When we were practicing martial arts, he only watched a few times and then learned them."

"I don't know if this counts as a talent, but I feel it's a bit of a waste for him to be working as a menial servant here," he said.

Upon hearing this, Xu Ziqing was completely stunned, as if struck by lightning.

His gaze towards Chu Huaixu changed, and his heart leaped into his throat.

As a result, Li Chunsong was amused: "You, a mere Qi Refining stage kid, actually have the heart to cherish talent?"

Little did Chu Huaixu know that he was thinking to himself, "Laughing! Still laughing! It's clearly your own fault for not doing a good job in receiving people, and I'm just trying to make up for it!"

When your junior uncle comes back, let's see if you'll still be laughing!

Li Chunsong cautioned, "This is not something you should be thinking about right now."

"Yes, disciple knows his mistake." Chu Huaixu's attitude was sincere.

Hearing this conversation, Xu Ziqing's heart sank to the bottom.

"As expected, is there really no hope?"

"Father, Mother, Little Sister, Grandma," he fell into an abyss of despair.

Unexpectedly, Li Chunsong continued, "If you can learn martial arts from books, then you must have a good aptitude for techniques."

"Fine, take him to Niu Yuanshan and tell him it was my order," Li Chunsong said casually.

Martial arts are martial arts, and the techniques of practitioners are techniques; they cannot be generalized, so he didn't take it too seriously.

But being a mere registered disciple is a trivial matter.

For truly great people, ordinary people are like dust on the ground. We are just waiting in the corner for the day when the wind they pass by can carry us away. If we are lucky enough to land on their shoes and walk with them for a while, that would be like our ancestors emitting auspicious smoke.

—A fly clings to a horse's tail and travels a thousand miles!

That's how the world works. What might be a major life event for you, enabling you to achieve upward social mobility or even change the course of your entire life, is insignificant to truly great people.

However, many people never encounter such a benefactor in their entire lives.

The life of the lowly handyman has reached its first turning point.

With a flick of his sleeve, Li Chunsong floated into the air and soared away. He would probably forget about such a trivial matter as a nominal disciple in the blink of an eye.

Xu Ziqing felt dizzy and disoriented, her emotions fluctuating wildly. She even experienced ringing in her ears and looked completely dazed.

"Slap—!" Chu Huaixu slapped him hard on the back, quite forcefully, which woke him up and made him feel sore and numb all over.

The man looked at him with displeasure and said, "Come on! What are you waiting for? Come with me to see Steward Niu!"

After saying that, he turned and walked forward without looking back.

The handsome young man was left standing there, staring intently at the rather lazy, tall back of the man. Then he clenched his fist so hard that his nails dug into his flesh, and jogged after him with his head down.

(End of this chapter)