Borrowing a sword

Chapter 77 The Prophecy of the Dao Ancestor
Chu Huaixu stood in a thick fog, closed his eyes, and listened intently to the trembling of swords around him.

"These swords placed below must be newly crafted sword blanks by the weapon refiners," he thought to himself.

The sword possesses a certain spirituality, but it is not yet fully developed and cannot be considered a sword spirit.

"On the contrary, I am clearly a human being, but I already have something similar to a sword spirit within me." He smiled helplessly.

Now he was completely certain why the surrounding spiritual pressure had no effect on him and even made him feel comfortable.

The reason is simple: spiritual pressure is generated because there are too many spirits here.

Hidden Spirit Mountain belongs to the spirits of artifacts!
But he also has this thing on him.

Yes, coming to Cangling Mountain feels like coming home.
Furthermore, there are even magical formations on the mountain to nurture the spirits of those artifacts, so as to prevent the spirits of those relics left by our predecessors from dissipating into the world.

Therefore, it's not surprising that he would feel comfortable.

I was also nurtured by this.
Chu Huaixu was a very open-minded person. He even joked about himself: "Other seniors, after they passed away, would leave their natal magic weapons on the mountain to wait for a destined person. After I die, can I just lie here with my sword spirit?"

He shook his head, dismissing these chaotic thoughts.

Chu Huaixu's gaze sharpened, and he quickly ran back up the mountain.

As he ran, the trembling of the spirit swords could be heard all around him.

But he didn't stop for a moment.

These swords undoubtedly chose him, even with a hint of submission mixed with fear, yet they longed to be taken away by him and become his spiritual swords!
"But that's not where my heart lies."

Chu Huaixu stopped at the 3333rd stone step of Cangling Mountain.

"There were a total of 549 swords along the way!" He had just counted them.

"Unfortunately, they are mostly low-grade spiritual weapons, and there are hardly any mid-grade spiritual weapons."

Chu Huaixu didn't even touch them.

The reason is simple: he always felt that if he touched these swords even lightly, they would fly away, and even the trace of spirituality on the swords would be completely erased.

These past few days, his feelings of joy and worry have been mixed as he sparred with Liu Chenggong.

Chu Huaixu was well aware that the small sword in his sea of ​​consciousness was special, and he seemed to have a great restraint on sword cultivators!
Liu Chenggong's Cangsong Sword is a mid-grade spiritual weapon, but it can be easily knocked away by him with a light flick.

He even suspected that as his cultivation level increased, this small sword within his sea of ​​consciousness would not only be able to shatter illusions and other falsehoods, but could even sever spirits!

—The spirit of another's natal magic weapon is destroyed!

However, Chu Huaixu's cultivation level is too low, and the small sword in his sea of ​​consciousness is too special, having already awakened the [Sword Heart Clarity].

He was unable to control its power at will.

It can be controlled, but not perfectly.

Clearly, this mysterious power is of a much higher rank than him.

It can't be said that the sword spirit was disobedient.

"After all, it looks sickly and lacks energy; it doesn't seem to have much emotion all day long."

Today, its body trembled, probably because Hidden Spirit Mountain is too special.

In fact, there are indeed situations where sword spirits and sword cultivators have disagreements.
This is the price to pay if one is too spiritual and intelligent.

At this moment, Chu Huaixu glanced down at the charred black wooden plaque at his waist and took a step forward.

There is a semi-transparent barrier visible to the naked eye leading to the mountainside area.

With the pass token in his possession, he passed through it effortlessly, as if he were passing through a thin membrane.

Asking the Way Peak, the main hall.

Sect Master Xiang Yan sat on the sect master's throne, while the other elders sat below him according to their respective positions.

The Seventh Elder, Shen Man, was still meditating in the bamboo forest, while the other high-ranking members of the mountain had arrived.

Chu Yinyin was very satisfied with this.

"Hmph! This time you're finally willing to take me along!"

If you're going to say that those below the seventh realm aren't worthy of knowing, then open your eyes wide, and I'll break through my realm right here and now to show you!

She was sitting very ungainly on the large chair. Because it was a chair in the main hall, it was very grand in its craftsmanship. The chair was tall and large, and her short legs couldn't even touch the ground. They were swaying in the air, just centimeters away.

The Sixth Elder, Li Chunsong, stood in the center of the main hall and began rubbing his hands frantically again.

Chu Yinyin looked at him and immediately perked up: "Hey! Stop with the preamble, everyone knows you want to gamble! Quick, everyone, pay the fine to our enforcement elder!"

She even started urging us to hurry up with the progress.

Fines floated onto Elder Lu Pan's table, and he nodded in satisfaction, confiscating them before saying with a serious expression:
"Every country has its laws, and every sect has its rules. The Taoist sect does not allow private gambling. All fines will be deposited into the treasury, and this will not be repeated!"

After saying that, he handed over his fine without changing his expression.

Hmph, I, a dignified elder of law enforcement, will naturally set an example!

Seeing this, Li Chunsong gave his junior sister an approving look, knowing he could save himself some trouble.

Chu Yinyin urged again, "Sixth Senior Brother, what do you want to bet on this time?"

"How about we bet on how many steps Chu Huaixu and Han Shuangjiang can reach?" the charitable gambling king suggested.

"This is boring! It's so stingy!" the short-legged boy protested first.

She said, "With that little spiritual pressure on Mount Cangling, at most it will make them dizzy and nauseous. As long as they persevere and have the willpower, reaching the summit is not a problem!"

"Which step of stone they can reach depends on where they choose their desired spiritual weapon."

Chu Yinyin looked up at the group of senior brothers and sisters and said, "Besides, you all just want Chu Huaixu to take that sword! What are you pretending for!" Her tone was unfriendly, and she intended to retaliate.

You wouldn't let me participate before, but this time I'll expose you all!

Unexpectedly, the sect leader Xiang Yan spoke up at this moment, saying in his extremely unpleasant and grating voice, "Junior Sister, you can't say that."

"You and I both know perfectly well what the situation is with that sword."

"Indeed, a great calamity is imminent, and the [Origin Spirit Realm] is about to open, so all sects will soon hold a grand competition for the first realm."

“At this time, if someone from our Daoist sect can descend the mountain with a sword, then the problem of the Origin Spirit Realm can be solved. This would be a great thing for the entire Xuanhuang Realm.”

“But our Taoist school values ​​fate, and we will not force him to take that sword.”

"After all, that sword... cough cough cough! The Dao Ancestor's sword is far too special!"

"Whether it's a blessing or a curse for the one who takes the sword, who can say for sure?"

Hearing the sect leader's words, Chu Yinyin pouted and began to mutter, "Of course, this isn't a good thing for someone who wields a sword!"

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent and did not refute it.

A year ago, the Seventh Elder, Shen Man, accidentally obtained the Dao Ancestor's inheritance and saw the Dao Ancestor's proverbs in it.

The higher-ups of the Taoist sect have all read these maxims.

In the words left by the Taoist Ancestor, this sword was called the sword of salvation.

The person who can take down the sword is called—the sword attendant!
One can actually glean some insight from these three words.

For the Xuanhuang Realm, the Sword Attendant is one of the saviors mentioned in the Dao Ancestor's admonition.

But to that savior sword, he was merely a sword servant.

Whether it is man controlling sword or sword controlling man, this gives us a glimpse into the matter.

All the high-ranking members of the Daoist sect knew very well that the rumors were true; the sword left behind by the Dao Ancestor was indeed a sword that devoured its master!
It devoured many people.

The first person to be devoured was the master craftsman from a thousand years ago, the ninth-realm expert who personally forged it!
This is an absolutely evil sword; it's only because the Dao Ancestor is too powerful that he can suppress it.

No one present could have done that.

Even my junior uncle before he fell from his cultivation level couldn't do it, and neither can the current Sword Master!

Now that things have come to this, due to Chu Huaixu's various miraculous performances, and the fact that he is the savior whom Junior Uncle found on the mountain, everyone almost believes that he is the sword attendant mentioned in the Dao Ancestor's admonition.

But as Xiang Yan said, the Taoist school values ​​fate and destiny, and would not force him to take the sword.

Li Chunsong and Nangong Yue, for example, did not mention a word about it in front of Chu Huaixu.

Everything depends on personal choices; everything is preordained!
If the Dao Ancestor's words are true, Chu Huaixu himself will choose this sword; it is his personal will.

We should not interfere too much, otherwise we will bear the consequences.

It can't be that all living beings have fate, but his own fate doesn't?

His fate should be in his own hands.

A brief silence fell over the hall, until finally the gambling addict tentatively spoke up: "How about we bet on this?"

Chu Yinyin has the most unconventional personality; she is fearless and dares to do anything.

So, the little guy jumped off the big chair, took two steps forward, and said, "Okay, then I'll bet that Chu Huaixu can get that sword!"

Once someone takes the lead, others will naturally follow.

Zhao Shuqi, whose eyes were small, narrowed them as if she were in a meditative state, then nodded slightly: "That's what I think too."

"Absolutely, absolutely," said Sect Leader Xiang Yan.

One after another, the crowd echoed, all believing that Chu Huaixu could take down the sword.

This left Li Chunsong speechless.

"Gentlemen! If none of you bet, he won't get it?"

Then what's the point of gambling?!
Nangong Yue sat lazily to the side, one hand resting on the armrest of the chair, her body limp and weak.

She glanced at the anxious Li Chunsong and said, "Sixth Senior Brother, these are the Dao Ancestor's words of wisdom. How could the Dao Ancestor be wrong?"

In his desperation to keep the betting going, the gambler almost uttered some outrageous words.

Fortunately, Li Chunsong did not lose his mind. Between defying the Dao Ancestor and his junior uncle, he chose the latter, and loudly proclaimed:
"What if! I mean, what if! What if Junior Uncle goes down the mountain to look for the wrong person!"

The Sixth Elder looked around and lowered his voice: "You all know what Junior Uncle is like, right? He's unreliable!"

Sect Master Xiang Yan waved his hand repeatedly, raising his objection: "Sixth Junior Brother, don't talk nonsense. Although Junior Uncle is usually... uh! But when it comes to important matters, Junior Uncle is still very reliable."

Upon hearing this, Chu Yinyin began to stir things up from the sidelines.

"Li Chunsong, why don't you just bet on the other side yourself? Why are you trying to get us involved? Right? You bet it yourself!"

The gambling addict's face immediately turned bright red, and then his hands began to rub together faster and faster.

There's a famous saying among many gamblers around the world: "Bet against the score, and you'll own a villa by the sea!"
Undoubtedly, Li Chunsong also has some of these bad habits.

He's not afraid of losing anyway; he's used to losing and just enjoys the process of gambling for fun.

He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Fine! Then I'll bet that Chu Huaixu won't take that sword!"

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