The Birth of Sword God-Chapter 120 - 114: Xu Ziqing, Sword Attendant!
If he really descends the mountain like this, Xu Ziqing would absolutely have no courage to face him!
Besides, he started to recall the tragic deaths of his family members.
From that day on, he fell into hell, living only for revenge!
He wanted to become strong, strong enough to kill his enemies regardless of who they were!
For a cultivator, an exceptional lifebound spiritual artifact is a lifelong benefit.
Xu Ziqing knew clearly that Hidden Spirit Mountain was the best opportunity.
If he missed it, he really couldn’t think of another way to obtain an upper or even a super grade spiritual artifact!
Under the pull of that invisible power, the manner of his family’s deaths repeatedly lingered in the young man’s mind.
His parents, who raised him, lay in a pool of blood, their bodies dismembered.
His grandmother, who should have been living out her golden years with filial descendants, had a gaping hole in her forehead, pierced by some unknown object!
His little sister was only six years old, with pigtails, adorably cute.
Xu Ziqing had promised her, that after going to a friend’s house for a sword match, he would buy her some candied haws on the way back.
When he returned home, the blood on his little sister was redder than the candied haws in his hand!
Such an adorable girl, yet she was cut in half!
Xu Ziqing walked step by step upwards, his eyes starting to redden, his body beginning to tremble uncontrollably!
The young man’s hands clenched into fists, his fingernails digging into his flesh.
His eyes started filling with bloodshot veins, tears rolling down incessantly.
Each time he passed a spiritual artifact and saw it remain unmoved, his heart would break a little more.
— Like a heart demon growing within!
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At the foot of Hidden Spirit Mountain, the great cultivators of the Daoist Sect could sense this evil energy.
As it is an evil sword, naturally it has the power to beguile the mind.
However, it’s currently sealed by the Dao Ancestor, so its effects are not that great.
If one’s will is strong enough, it can be resisted.
The fear is that this young disciple already has a heart demon!
Xiang Yan turned to look at Chu Huaixu, asking, "Does this outer sect disciple have some sort of obsession in his heart?"
Chu Huaixu hesitated for a few seconds before choosing to tell the truth.
Because he also sensed something was wrong and was very worried about Xiaoxu.
"Yes, his family was killed by evil cultivators."
"No wonder." Upon hearing this, everyone immediately understood why it was so.
The problem ultimately lay with him!
Yet, everyone was puzzled as to why the Bronze Sword on the mountain would be drawing his mind?
"Could it be toying with him?" thought Chu Yinyin, her thoughts jumping around.
Everyone frowned, looking on, waiting for an answer.
On Hidden Spirit Mountain, as the heart demon continued to grow, Xu Ziqing’s longing for power began to be magnified!
He longed more and more for the recognition of a spiritual artifact and longed more to take one down the mountain.
Now, he no longer held on to the idea of just obtaining a spirit sword.
"Anything is fine!"
"Anything is fine!!!"
Xu Ziqing knew how many stone steps there were on Hidden Spirit Mountain.
He counted them all the way up.
This made him realize that the path left for him to ascend was less than five hundred stone steps!
"The number of spiritual artifacts in the mountaintop area is sharply reduced."
"Not much chance is left for me." He began to feel somewhat despairing.
With blood-red eyes, the young man fell into endless remorse.
"Why didn’t I stop while ahead back then?"
"Why didn’t I just take that jade pendant directly?"
"Xu Ziqing, oh Xu Ziqing, are you starting to think too highly of yourself again? Haven’t the experiences of this period taught you some lessons?"
"These small achievements you have now are all thanks to your senior brother!"
He kept walking up, his heart as if battling between heaven and man.
Soon, he vaguely saw a stone platform in the thick fog, with a vague glimpse of a knife on it.
As he got closer, he felt a bloodthirsty aura assaulting him.
Xu Ziqing could tell that this knife... was meant for slaughter!
The killing intent was intense, very intense!
And this knife seemed to sense the overwhelming hatred in the young man’s heart.
It began to tremble slightly, emitting a humming sound.
Yet, such a bloodthirsty blade, exuding a domineering aura, suddenly quieted down, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand!
Xu Ziqing’s hand was already halfway out.
His mindset had long changed, into one where any spiritual artifact would do.
Even if this knife in front of him seemed to give up on him, he still didn’t believe it, stubbornly reaching out, hoping it would give him one more chance.
This upper grade spiritual artifact, in front of the Bronze Sword at the mountain peak, was nothing but a useless facade.
Forced by the overwhelming power of that sword, it now repelled Xu Ziqing as he reached out to it.
The moment the young man’s right hand touched the blade’s handle, a burning sensation immediately surged!
It was driving him away!
Yet Xu Ziqing, having been "trained" by the Refining Sword Formulas, was not afraid of pain.
He was like touching a piece of iron in a furnace, yet stubbornly kept his firm grip on it!
The prior trembling and humming of the knife were taken by him as the last straw of hope.
The array surrounding the spiritual artifact began to activate.
It could prevent the spiritual artifact from being forcibly taken by the ascending person.
Xu Ziqing was directly pushed back three steps, his palm already scorched to a daunting extent.
The young man’s heart was nearly collapsing.
The deep sense of helplessness reminded him of that rainy night at the foot of Wumeng Mountain.
He took one last look at this long knife, his body slightly drooping, and continued resolutely up the mountain.
