Borrowing a sword

Chapter 58 The Storyteller
"Ah!!!" A heart-wrenching scream came from the next room.

Chu Huaixu got up from the futon with satisfaction, and even imitated him in his room with a flirtatious tone: "Ah!"

Old Chu, who had been tormented to the point of near death by "menstrual cramps," was now experiencing an explosive feeling of pleasure! The pleasure was so intense it made his scalp tingle!
"That feels so good, that feels so good." Chu Huaixu pushed open the door with a beaming smile and headed towards the cold pool.

Inside the small room, Xu Ziqing lay on the ground, looking utterly distraught and incredulous.

"This cultivation technique is so torturous!"

His gaze fell on the booklet, and suddenly he understood.

"Those two predecessors on the first and second pages must not have mastered it! That's why they left behind these kinds of writings!"

"This technique is too difficult and torturous. Only the third senior master mastered it, so he left behind four words—Peerless Divine Skill!" Xu Ziqing gradually became confused and started to imagine wildly.

The bias seems to make sense logically.

He had figured it out: if he couldn't endure the pain and then circulate his internal energy for a full cycle, then all the pain he had endured before would have been for nothing.

"No wonder my senior brother told me to be mentally prepared." He felt his senior brother's kindness once again.

When Xu Ziqing thought of the deaths of his family members and was burdened with a deep-seated hatred for the enemy, he was now living solely for revenge.

He gritted his teeth and began to cultivate again.

Chu Huaixu immediately spent experience points to level up and directly entered the beginner level, which raised his pain threshold accordingly.

Xu Ziqing has achieved nothing in his studies. His pain threshold is no different from that of an ordinary person, and he finds it unbearable.

The Sword Refining Technique is actually the most difficult to learn! This is true for the vast majority of cultivation techniques related to body refinement.

The handsome young man transformed his deep-seated hatred into strength, enduring pain that nearly made him faint, yet he still gritted his teeth and persevered.

Finally, he successfully completed a full cycle of circulation, and immediately collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

"Did you succeed?" A smile appeared on his face as he curled up on the ground, looking rather miserable.

Soon, the smile turned into a bitter one, because his acupoints remained completely blocked.

The path of cultivation for a pseudo-spiritual embryo is never easy.
"As expected, I was too arrogant. I'm not a cultivation genius at all." Xu Ziqing felt defeated, and reality had smoothed out some of the sharp edges of the young man.

"It seems I am indeed a newbie, just as my senior brother said." He mimicked Chu Huaixu's words and chuckled self-deprecatingly.

With this thought in mind, he took out the first brocade pouch from his bosom.

"My senior brother said that after circulating my internal energy for one cycle, I can open the first brocade pouch." He was somewhat curious and wanted to see what kind of ingenious plan was inside.
Upon opening it, four large characters immediately came into view, causing his pupils to shrink.

"The more you cook, the more practice you'll get!"

On the other side, Chu Huaixu had already arrived at the edge of the cold pool.

"It's starting to feel cold?" he asked gravely.

Previously, the cold air in the cold pool had been absorbed by the secret realm, which allowed him to enter the bottom of the pool with his cultivation level at the Qi Refining stage.

Now that the cold is beginning to resurge, he has even less time left.

"I need to take advantage of the remaining chill to collect all the experience points from the third level!" Chu Huaixu thought to himself.

He seized the opportunity and jumped down.

The water-repelling bead took effect again, but he still felt a bit cold.

Moreover, the deeper you go, the stronger the chill becomes.

If it weren't for his strong physique, he might have really been unable to withstand the bone-chilling cold.

After entering the secret realm, Chu Huaixu still went through the entrance of Cave No. 7.

Then, using the map function, he quickly moved around the maze in the first level.

He quickly cleared the game.

Upon reaching the eleventh fork in the road, Chu Huaixu knew that the illusion lay ahead.

He walked inside, and then, with a thought, the small black sword that resonated with his mind trembled slightly.

In an instant, the surrounding illusion shattered, just like last time, as if a mirror had cracked, producing irregular cracks.

Bright light shone through the cracks, making it impossible for him to open his eyes.

When everything returned to normal, he was already standing on the open ground paved with bluestone slabs.

This is the second time.

"I'm now certain that the illusion was shattered by the [Heart Sword]!"

"It seems that after seeing through the illusion, there are other ways to pass the second test."

"However, I destroyed it with a single sword strike?" Chu Huaixu wondered to himself.

He closed his eyes and carefully sensed the small sword within his sea of ​​consciousness.

It had just displayed its power, yet now it looked sickly again.

Chu Huaixu did not linger there and left the open space that might still retain the scent of Han Shuangjiang.

He opened the stone door and entered the third level. Since there was no one around, he planned to strip naked before going into the water to be stabbed.

"We can't afford to ruin a whole set of clothes every time we come here, can we?"

After jumping into the water, the situation unfolded exactly as Chu Huaixu had predicted.

The suspended stone walls on both sides began to fall, blocking the water flow, and the underground river turned into a pool once again.

The formation took effect, and water blades swept in.

After being stabbed several times, body-tempering liquid began to flow out from the four holes.

Chu Huaixu clearly felt that the damage caused to him by the water jet was getting smaller and smaller.

After opening up another acupoint, he had essentially succeeded in body tempering once more, and his own defensive capabilities were increasing.

As for the slight pain, it goes without saying.

To his disappointment, the rate at which experience points were increasing had also slowed down, by more than 50%.

"The effect of body-tempering medicine on strengthening muscles and bones is, after all, limited."

"I estimate that it's not far from its maximum effect."

But no matter what, it's better than nothing.

When you have nothing to do, you can swim in the pool and become stronger. What more could you ask for?

Half an hour passed quickly, and Chu Huaixu was enjoying himself, sometimes swimming on his back and sometimes swimming the breaststroke.

He didn't take the water jet seriously at all.

Once the water jets dissipated, he took a look at his haul.

"It's not just cut in half, it's only 850 experience points."

"However, with what I had left over, it's just enough to level up to level 8." He was quite content.

Chu Huaixu climbed out of the water, put on his robes, and then took out the spirit plate from his storage token and placed it on the stone pillar.

He placed his palm on the spirit plate, and the pointer moved to the third mark.

The stone door opened, and he entered the secret chamber again.

There was no system notification in his ears, nor did he receive the [Danwang Token] reward for clearing the dungeon again.

"It seems that the 1000 experience points reward for clearing the level can't be farmed repeatedly."

"I can't get any!" Chu Huaixu was even more disappointed.

Currently, the only option seems to be to return the way we came and enter the instance again, relying solely on the third stage to extract some more experience points.

With this thought in mind, he took action once again.

The Mirror Kingdom, the capital, where red sleeves flutter.

Hongxiuzhao is a famous brothel in the capital. It is said that it was originally owned by the Dual Cultivation Sect, Huanxi Sect.

However, now that the Joyful Sect has been destroyed, the Red Sleeve Pavilion has changed hands.

Although it is still a brothel, its business style has changed.

Sure enough, on the high platform in the center, there was a storyteller, telling stories with great eloquence.

High-end venues are not without those who merely pretend to be cultured.

Of course, the main reason is that this storyteller really did a very good job, and he was able to tell the stories of the cultivation world in a vivid and colorful way.

After he finished speaking, many people in the outer hall gave him tips.

"Your storytelling is quite good, but each episode is a bit too short," one of the customers said, still wanting more.

"It's not short anymore, it's not short anymore." The storyteller smiled slightly and bowed to the person who gave him the tip to express his gratitude.

After stepping down from the stage, he found a corner seat in the outer hall and sat down.

His work is finished; a girl will be going up on stage to dance in a bit.

The storyteller, dressed in a white robe, took out a mirror from his bosom, looked at himself very carefully, and then fiddled with the two strands of long, dragon-beard-like hair on his forehead.

He was of average appearance and short stature, yet he was completely absorbed in admiring himself in the mirror.

At the same table sat a burly man.

His skin was dark and rough, and his hair was a bit messy, making him look somewhat like a middle-aged farmer.

The big man's ten fingers had very ugly nails, like those of someone who likes to bite their nails. Over time, the shape of his nails was distorted from biting them.

He looked helplessly at the storyteller who was constantly looking in the mirror and couldn't help but ask:

"Junior Uncle, shouldn't we be heading back to the sect by now?"

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