The Birth of Sword God-Chapter 102 - 97: Is the Closed Beta Still Coming or Not?
One flower, one world. One leaf, one bodhi.
Chu Huaixu still couldn’t quite wrap his head around it—had he transmigrated into a game, or had the game become a whole world now?
"Will there still be those idiotic players dropping in later on?" he wondered to himself.
This is really hard to figure out...
Chu Huaixu shut down the system, sent his intent into the Black Bead, fished out the freshly baked batch of ten Qi Gathering Pills, then started refining the next batch.
"Forget it, now’s not the time to think about all that."
"Right now, I should be focusing on the East and West Continent Competition."
Secretly, he was a bit dissatisfied about this inside.
Earlier, he and Big Ice Cube had gone to Old Niu’s courtyard, and after chatting with him, the two finally got why—even geniuses in the Daoist Sect have to start off as Registered Disciples.
Old Niu, as his superior in the organization, had also dropped some hefty expectations on him, hoping he could worm his way into the Sect’s inner circle.
The result? Chu Huaixu hadn’t triggered a single task related to the organization.
"But the problem now is, you want me to go fight in the East and West Continent Competition—and the other day, even said you hope I’ll take the first prize."
"So basically, the higher-ups are ordering me around, and it’s for an external competition too."
"Alright, alright, I’ve mastered the full-length Dao Scripture, got Sword Heart Clarity, and even bagged Dao Ancestor’s Sword Scabbard... I know I’m strong." He felt smug.
"But you can’t seriously give me nothing in return, can you?"
"Is it all just about Fate Technique?" Chu Huaixu snarked to himself.
They all say, ’Fate is ineffable’—so is this what’s so ’mystical’ about it?
He didn’t think this made any sense at all.
So these past days, he’d actually been kind of looking forward to something.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t be so stingy with his Experience Points.
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Wenda Peak, main hall.
Xiang Yan sat at the primary seat, with all the other Elders except Shen Man lined up below.
The bond between these senior brother and sisters was strong; on the fifteen of every month, they’d have a small get-together—anyone not busy would come.
"Come on, everyone try some of this upper grade spirit wine!" Li Chunsong was showing off his generosity.
Xiang Yan’s bald dome stared at the wine jar, his face various shades of speechless, but thanks to his very villainous looks, he seemed a bit ferocious.
"Sixth junior brother, isn’t this the wine you won off me?" he said.
"Yep. But once I win it, it’s mine. Today I’m buying everyone drinks."
The Charitable Gambling King finally stood up!
This jar of spirit wine was brewed with Heavenly and Earthly Treasures, a huge boon for cultivators.
Having scored some fine wine, everyone naturally had to tease a bit.
"You’re really generous, Li Chunsong—unlike the Sect Leader, so stingy!" Chu Yinyin was the most blunt.
She glanced at Xiang Yan, then continued, "If we were counting on the Sect Leader to whip out his own stash and buy us drinks, I might as well wait till the next life."
The bald boss on the Sect Leader’s seat didn’t mind though. He just laughed, "Little junior sister, you don’t know the cost of rice and firewood till you manage the house. The pain of being Sect Leader? You don’t get it at all."
"Tch! You were like this even before you became Sect Leader!" Chu Yinyin pursed her lips, not holding back at all.
But when Li Chunsong came over to pour the drinks, she still remembered to warn, "Don’t pour it all out, save a bit for Shen Man, I’ll bring it to her later."
Li Chunsong wasn’t surprised at all.
Everyone knew he and Shen Man were the closest.
He merely glanced at Xiang Yan and the others—everyone exchanged a super tacit glance.
The Sect Leader even gave him a small nod.
With the all-clear, Li Chunsong immediately chuckled, "Saving some for Seventh junior sister, of course! But, little junior sister, don’t sneak it off for your precious disciple, okay? If he drinks too much, he’ll explode!"
"Hmm? What precious disciple?" Chu Yinyin started to play dumb.
She’d already planned it out—in Chu Huaixu joined the inner sect, she’d go to him specially and have him do an Oscar-worthy act, showing how desperately he wanted to take her as his master.
Then she’d politely refuse, tell him Shen Man was a better fit, and finally, after ’reluctant’ consideration, become his second master, fulfilling his wish.
Right now, this overgrown kid sat in her big chair in the hall, gave everyone the stink eye.
Seeing everyone smiling, she stomped her foot in mid-air!
"All of you! When I went to fetch Chu Huaixu, you were all eavesdropping!"
You guys are killing me here!
"Eh? Not really. It’s always me who goes to pick up the kid, but then you suddenly insisted on going, so we just didn’t want you to say something stupid." Li Chunsong waved his hand.
Which, of course, made Chu Yinyin even angrier.
"Afraid I’d say something stupid? Were you planning to hit me with a Silence Array too?" She slammed the table so hard, spirit wine nearly splashed everywhere.
Li Chunsong quickly motioned for her to chill: "Come on, have some wine, don’t spill it—it was hard enough for me to win this!"
He’d lost at every gamble his whole life—if this got wasted, he’d be heartbroken.
Pissed off, Chu Yinyin was grumbling in her heart; all that teenage rebellion seemed to be flaring up again. She vowed internally:
"After hearing you all, now I insist on giving some to my precious disciple!"
But she remembered Li Chunsong’s warning—she knew Chu Huaixu’s cultivation was still shallow, so he could only have a taste, or he might really explode.
With that, she glared at everyone, looking like an angry kitten, and demanded loudly:
"So, you all knew I gave him a Profound Celestial Fetal Breath Pill too?"
Everyone just smiled without saying a word. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦
Chu Yinyin was even more exasperated.
She felt she’d lost all her face; her secret ’bribe’ for taking a disciple—everyone had found out!
Sitting next to her, Nangong Yue saw the look of shame and embarrassment on her face. This gentle, elegant woman truly had that nurturing aura, and so she comforted:
"I didn’t expect little junior sister to get there first. I’d actually prepared a magical treasure for him, but next to the Profound Celestial Fetal Breath Pill, mine looks weak."
On hearing this, Chu Yinyin immediately turned, her eyes flickering like she’d discovered something, and asked:
"You want to be his second master too?"
Nangong Yue used her trademark ’elder sister’ tone to tease, "Of course, such an outstanding disciple—who wouldn’t want him?"
Then she gave the group a meaningful look.
Li Chunsong quickly chimed in: "Hey, I was the one who brought him up the mountain, but little junior sister snatched it! I’d prepared something too, originally planning to secretly teach him a body technique."
And to really sell the act, he turned to Law Enforcement Elder Lu Pan: "Hey, senior brother, my body technique’s not in the official Library Pavilion, didn’t come from their shelves, it’s private stash—so it’s not breaking sect rules, right? I can teach whoever I want!"
Chu Yinyin was baffled: "Huh? You too want to be his second master?"
Li Chunsong winked, grinning: "What can I say, I just want to be the one closest to the source!"
The shameless gambling dog was really going all in.
After all, gambling’s all about acting—your little side tricks can mess with your opponents at the table too!
Squinty-eyed Zhao Shuqi was full of mischief, but since his eyes were so tiny, no one could read his expression, so he acted fearlessly.
This Fifth Elder laughed and chimed in: "Whoops! Turns out I had the same idea as Sixth junior brother. I was thinking the kid was short on techniques—was gonna bait him with a spell!"
Chu Yinyin was shook—the embarrassment over her ’bribe’ was gone in a flash.
She now looked expectantly at Xiang Yan and Lu Pan with those big eyes.
But the two just raised their hands: "Don’t look at us, little junior sister. Remember, we’ve both filled our direct disciple quotas—can’t take any more."
"But, if Chu Huaixu does want to take me as a master after joining the inner sect, I’d be flattered," Xiang Yan said regretfully.
Law Enforcement Elder Lu Pan, who held a crucial post, had to set the example, too dignified to join their nonsense, so he kept quiet...
—Just nodded a bit.
Chu Yinyin was so excited she nearly bounced off her chair.
But—she didn’t play by the rules.
She propped herself up on one hand, half-leaning forward, lifted her little hand, and started pointing around the room.
"Then you’re his third master!"
"You’re his fourth!"
"You’re the Fifth Elder, so just be his fifth master!"
"Hahahahaha!"
Chu Yinyin felt she’d just bossed everyone.
I’m next only to Shen Man!
"She’s got Sword Heart Clarity; she needs to teach him that. I don’t want that fake honor!" The overgrown kid’s invisible tail was about to wag through the roof again.
Everyone was shocked—didn’t expect her to go off the rails so hard.
"Little junior sister, isn’t this just chaos? If he’s got five or six direct masters in one go, what does that make him—the Daoist Sect’s Daoist Heir?" Li Chunsong surrendered.
True, plenty of sects have Saint Heirs and Saintesses, showering them with resources, but the Daoist Sect’s never had a Daoist Heir.
"Hmph! Even if you want it, I’m not giving you the chance—he’s mine and Shen Man’s disciple only!" Chu Yinyin started laying down the law.
Li Chunsong and Zhao Shuqi were the worst—they kept playing along, exchanged glances and sighed together, putting on airs of deep regret.
Nangong Yue felt bad. Though little junior sister had always kept her distance for reasons she couldn’t figure out, she still adored her lovable, mischievous nature.
Especially as she got older, she felt almost maternal—used to think of her as a junior sister, now she felt more like her own daughter, seeing how the kid had gotten even more childlike.
So Nangong Yue just quietly watched from the side, not joining in. She couldn’t bear to keep playing the joke.
In the end, Chu Yinyin—though a bit weird upstairs—still fell for it.
No help for it; they all knew her far too well.
She swiveled those big eyes like a little demon, spread out her small hand, and demanded like a tiny ancestor at her senior brothers and sisters:
"Hand it over!"
Everyone acted clueless: "Hand over what?"
"The stuff you just said you wanted to give to Chu Huaixu! Hand it over!" She lifted her chin, all proud and spoiled.
These mischievous geezers had finally won—they’d gotten what they wanted from her today.
That was all they’d been waiting for—her saying ’Hand it over!’
But tormenting little junior sister was their favorite tradition, and it never got old—they couldn’t stop.
This was basically their sect’s classic group game now.
Thus, Zhao Shuqi and Li Chunsong even started to put up a struggle, both saying together: "Ahh, well...."
The Fifth and Sixth Elders—truly living up to their titles.
Chu Yinyin, the little ancestor of the Daoist Sect, now looked even more disgusted, reaching out again, her loli voice echoing:
"Hand it over!"
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