Borrowing a sword

Chapter 80 The King’s Contempt
Inside the main hall, everyone was shocked.

But what happened before our eyes was both unexpected and yet perfectly reasonable.

If Chu Huaixu were to be completely suppressed without any resistance, it would seem unreasonable.

Having observed him for so long, everyone has gained a certain understanding of his character.

Unfortunately.
"Sigh!" Nangong Yue was the first to feel a pang of pity, and sighed for a long time.

Elder Lu Pan, the enforcer, exclaimed, "Such terrifying spiritual pressure would instantly kill an ordinary low-level cultivator!"

Upon hearing this, Li Chunsong's eyes flashed with worry.

"Please don't let anything go wrong."

He had a high opinion of Chu Huaixu and admired the young man.

Moreover, Taoism emphasizes predestined relationships.

Although he went down the mountain to pick up the person as instructed by his junior uncle, he was the one who brought the person back after all.

"Everyone, please calm down." Xiang Yan raised his hand and pressed it down.

He continued, "When we were in the Purple Bamboo Forest, we both entered his sea of ​​consciousness. You and I both know how special that little sword in his sea of ​​consciousness is."

"Even the junior sister was knocked out of her sea of ​​consciousness by that small black sword when she was caught off guard."

“You all know very well that the sword has been locked on the mountain for a thousand years.”

"The Dao Ancestor set up so many restrictions on it, it needs a sword attendant."

"Therefore, its purpose is only to tame Chu Huaixu, not to kill him."

Everyone nodded after hearing this.

Now we can only wait and see.

On the other side, inside the gate, in the Purple Bamboo Grove.

The slender Taoist nun, dressed in a Taoist robe, remained seated high atop the boulder, facing the stone wall.

At this moment, a dim light flowed from the wooden hairpin tucked into her black hair.

Shen Man seemed to sense something as well, and looked up in a slightly bewildered direction towards Cangling Mountain.

"You...you felt it too?" she murmured to herself, still stuttering, talking to her wooden hairpin.

That was her sword, a wooden sword.

This sword has a name that suits her perfectly.

Many of the magical artifacts of Taoism are named after the titles of classical Chinese poetry, almost as a tradition.

It is called "Sheng Sheng Man".

Hidden Spirit Mountain, the tenth stone step from the bottom.

Even Chu Huaixu's physical body, which had been strengthened by both the "Sword Refining Technique" and the "Daoist Canon," was now somewhat overwhelmed.

As for his sea of ​​consciousness, it was in complete chaos.

Fortunately, this [Heart Sword] has already awakened the spiritual embryo divine power and has entered the supreme realm of swordsmanship, [Sword Heart Clarity].

It is like the anchor in the sea of ​​knowledge of Chu Huaixu.

Without its desperate efforts to hold it up, this sea of ​​consciousness would probably have completely collapsed!

If the sea of ​​consciousness is severely damaged, the person will either fall into a coma or die on the spot.

Chu Huaixu could sense that Xin Jian was still in a sickly state, but that lazy aura had completely disappeared.

He knew very well that the reason why the Heart Sword was so lifeless and looked so bad was simply because its cultivation level was too low and its spiritual embryo was only a low-grade spiritual embryo.

As it continues to break through and acquire more spiritual attributes, its condition should improve.

"After all, in the very beginning, it looked like it was on its last breath, as if it was being forcibly kept alive."

"Things are a little better now than they were then."

But its lazy and listless behavior is clearly its own problem.

Its current appearance actually fits a somewhat mood-disrupting phrase—disabled but determined.

The small black sword within the sea of ​​consciousness has now completely clashed with this spiritual pressure!

Chu Huaixu and the sword are of one mind; the man and the sword actually influence each other.

He was angry, and so it was angry.

If it has the will to fight, then so does he!
At this moment, it seems like there's a clear division of labor.

Chu Huaixu is in charge of the physical body, while it is in charge of the sea of ​​consciousness.

The realm of "Sword Heart Clarity" spread outwards, and the ownerless swords on the entire mountain began to tremble wildly!
At this moment, Han Shuangjiang had just reached the mountainside area.

She had never seen so many magical treasures and artifacts before, so she was naturally full of curiosity and climbed the mountain very slowly.

She looked up in shock, and vaguely, she even suspected that the swords on the entire mountain were making a clanging sound!
Immortals fight and bring disaster to Chiyu.

The clash between the sword on the mountaintop and the Heart Sword directly affected all the spirit swords on the mountain.

They trembled, they knelt, they were terrified of this conflict.

"It must be related to Chu Huaixu again," the big ice block thought to itself.

A sense of unease inexplicably rose in her heart.

She didn't even bother to look at the various magical artifacts around her.

Han Shuangjiang quickened her pace as she climbed the mountain.

"You damned fox, please don't let anything happen to you," the girl prayed silently.

Under the overwhelming spiritual pressure, Chu Huaixu struggled to lift his right foot, only to be forced back down.

He repeated this several times before finally placing his right foot on the next step.

His face was contorted in a ferocious expression, yet he still held his head high.

Although his whole body was shaking unconsciously, his back did not bend even slightly.

Chu Huaixu was subjected to beatings and verbal abuse during his childhood, living in an environment of domestic violence from a young age. Yet, even so, he dared to fight back when he grew up.

To put it jokingly: I dare to hit my own father, what are you to me!
His body began to exert force again, and with great difficulty, he lifted his left foot and climbed another stone step.

Fresh blood began to drip from Chu Huaixu's palms, as his fingernails had dug into his flesh.

Thanks to the self-healing ability enhanced by the Daoist Canon, the wounds were healing at a visible speed.

Chu Huaixu clenched his fist tightly and gritted his teeth to continue climbing.

He walked very slowly with each step.

Even with each step, he was unsteady on his feet.

But that surge of energy, that hysteria deep within him, was gradually erupting. Chu Huaixu could sense the power of that sword.

After all, it was sealed on the mountain, yet it could still generate such terrifying spiritual pressure from a distance!

How terrifying would it be without these layers of restrictions?
Yet its attitude was so clear.

This spiritual pressure came from above, descending from above.

If Chu Huaixu's physical body can't hold on, then he will either have to lie down or kneel down!

Perhaps this is what that sword wanted!
Fortunately, this may already be its limit under the numerous restrictions.

The spiritual pressure did not increase with each step of the stone steps.

They simply made every move Chu Huaixu make difficult.

Moreover, the longer this situation continues, the worse his condition becomes, and the more agonizing it becomes.

Later on, he even started bleeding from all seven orifices.

The spilled blood made his face look even more ferocious, and his features became even more distorted.

This scene made all the high-ranking Taoist officials in the main hall tense.

"It feels a bit too much," Nangong Yue couldn't help but say, feeling that the sword on the mountaintop was being a bit too much of a bully.

The worry in Li Chunsong's eyes deepened.

This gambling addict is almost not even thinking about gambling anymore.

"Sect Master, this..." Zhao Shuqi, with his narrowed eyes, hesitated before speaking.

Xiang Yan sighed: "According to the sect rules, Hidden Spirit Mountain is a test for the disciples, and no one can interfere."

At this moment, it was actually Lu Pan, the enforcement elder, who let out a cold snort.

"I really like Chu Huaixu."

"If his life is truly in danger, I will intervene!"

"I will go to the law enforcement agency to receive my punishment when the time comes!"

Sect Leader Xiang Yan looked at Lu Pan with some surprise and smiled wryly, "Senior Brother, that's not what I meant. You've misunderstood."

Right now, they're all a little undecided.

On one side are the maxims of the Dao Ancestor, concerning the great calamity of heaven and earth, and the sword to save the world.

On one side are outstanding disciples of the Taoist sect, with a promising future.

These high-ranking members of the Taoist sect had only one consensus: at the very least, Chu Huaixu's life must be saved, no matter the outcome!
Just as everyone was concentrating on using their divine sense to investigate the situation, Chu Huaixu on the mountain went mad, first letting out a roar, and then bursting into wild laughter.

"Hahahahahaha!"

Even though blood was seeping from the corner of his mouth, he was laughing so heartily.

As everything went as he expected, system notifications began to play in his ears.

"[Ding! Detection has revealed that you have triggered the passive quest - Sword Spirit Intimidation.]"

Passive tasks are not actively sought out by players; they arise as a result of circumstances.

This was true when they were surrounded by the police, and it was also true when they were retaliated against by Liu Chengqi.

These tasks are all triggered passively.

But there is actually a logic to it, and players can actively guide the game.

Chu Huaixu had just felt a little hopeful; he wasn't sure if the system would generate a task.

Unexpectedly, it actually came.

Unfortunately, he is in such poor condition that he cannot concentrate at all, otherwise all his efforts would be in vain.

At this moment, his mind was becoming increasingly muddled, and he didn't even have time to check the mission interface or look at the mission details.

However, these things are not important.

Because he was more motivated, and his goals were clearer.

He climbed upwards step by step, with great difficulty.

These ten stone steps are more difficult than climbing to heaven.

The spiritual sword within Chu Huaixu's sea of ​​consciousness struggled to hold on, while endless stinging pain emanated from his spiritual world.

He struggled to stay conscious.

His body was trembling, even convulsing.

But his bloodshot eyes remained fixed on the front, and his spine remained straight.

Since man is sword, then one should know:

—A sword! It shall break, but not bend!
This man, who first practiced the "Sword Refining Technique" and later cultivated the "Daoist Canon," began to shout loudly in a hoarse voice as a way to vent his emotions.

"It doesn't hurt!"

"It doesn't hurt!!"

"It doesn't hurt!!!"

The hysterical voice echoed in the sky above Cangling Mountain, but inside the main hall of the Daoist sect, there was silence. Everyone was shocked by his madness.

The third to last quarter, the second to last quarter, the last quarter!
It took Chu Huaixu a very, very long time to reach the summit.

The summit of Cangling Mountain is a flat area.

It was so flat, as if it had been sliced ​​flat with a sword.

This sword strike came from the hand of the Dao Ancestor.

At each of the four corners of the mountain peak stands a towering stone pillar, inscribed with obscure and difficult-to-understand runes.

Whenever something unusual happens to this sword, these runes seem to come alive; they move!
Moreover, it emits a dim golden light.

At this moment, the sword was radiating spiritual pressure, and the runes came to life.

Apart from that, there was almost nothing else on the vast flat ground except for the stone platform in the very center and the stone tablet next to it.

The stone tablet is inscribed with the words "gentleman," and below it are numerous small characters filled in by many people.

On the stone platform lay a sword sheath, from which hung a black bead, with a black tassel attached below it.

The sword left behind by the Dao Ancestor was suspended in mid-air.

At this moment, it overlooks Chu Huaixu from a high place.

It contained an undisguised contempt and endless loathing!

(End of this chapter)