The Birth of Sword God-Chapter 122 - 115: That Phrase on the Gentleman Stele
At the base of Hidden Spirit Mountain, the eyes of the Daoist Sect leaders all focused on Chu Huaixu.
They were all Great Cultivators, with powerful Divine Sense, and naturally they could sense the emotions of the Sword Spirit.
"Xu Ziqing ascends the mountain, and it’s this excited?"
"Yet when Chu Huaixu, the Sword Attendant mentioned in the Dao Ancestor’s Proverbs, ascends, it is so angry, so hateful?"
The great figures among the cultivators were bewildered, finding it utterly strange!
Chu Yinyin transmitted to her senior brothers and sisters, thinking she was quite humorous: "Could it be that Xu Ziqing is actually the Sword Attendant? Haha!"
No one responded to this transmission, all seriously using their Divine Sense to investigate the events happening on the mountain.
Only Chu Huaixu’s mood was somewhat complex.
From the very beginning, it was as if he held Xiaoxu’s script.
The trajectory of destiny seemed to have changed.
But at this moment, it was as if he was watching the other walk towards a fated conclusion.
—This young man still walked toward that Evil Sword.
A sword that each use could very well come at a tremendous cost.
"Is this the protagonist of the world?" Chu Huaixu thought.
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At the peak of Hidden Spirit Mountain, Xu Ziqing had already arrived in front of the Sword of the Sky.
The earthquake that shook the entire mountain had stopped at this moment.
The Bronze Sword no longer looked so excited.
It merely hovered high, condescendingly appraising the young man with a supreme posture, sizing up its future servant.
The trace of evil thought it emitted had already invaded Xu Ziqing’s Sea of Consciousness without his notice.
This trace of evil thought beguiled his mind, agitating his emotions.
At the same time, it could perceive the boy’s thoughts, peering into his every notion.
Xu Ziqing hadn’t expected he would make it to the mountain peak.
Even less did he expect this sword, left by the Dao Ancestor in legends, seemed to be calling him.
He had heard so many stories about it since he was young.
He had heard the storytellers’ versions and seen them in books.
Today, Xu Ziqing finally saw the sword with his own eyes, the number one sword in the world that all sword learners yearned for!
The boy’s first thought was:
"It really does look a bit ugly, as Senior Brother said."
There was no help for it; the sword had been exalted by everyone to such a divine status that everyone’s expectations were high before seeing it.
Of course, Xiaoxu was an honest child.
If it weren’t for Chu Huaixu’s previous remark, he definitely wouldn’t have thought the sword was ugly, only that it was simple and unadorned, representing the ultimate simplicity of the Dao, great skill seems clumsy...
But since Senior Brother said it was ugly, the boy undoubtedly wanted to see just how ugly it was...
In an instant, the entire Hidden Spirit Mountain began to shake again.
Every thought Xu Ziqing had was being spied on by that trace of evil thought.
The floating Bronze Sword became furious!
Its power began to move the invisible chains, causing Hidden Spirit Mountain to tremble continually, affecting the entire Beyond the Mountains Region.
The Spiritual Pressure that once tormented Chu Huaixu started emanating from the Bronze Sword.
The Spiritual Pressure descended, enveloping Xu Ziqing within it.
He suddenly stumbled, his knees immensely heavy, almost falling to his knees!
If it weren’t for his exceptionally strong body, he might have knelt already.
But this wasn’t the most terrifying; the most fatal part was his Sea of Consciousness.
In his Sea of Consciousness, there wasn’t a black Little Sword.
Furthermore, Xu Ziqing walked the path of Body Refining, and without some special methods to strengthen his Divine Sense, his Sea of Consciousness would be weaker than that of ordinary cultivators.
The Spiritual Pressure inherently pressured the Sea of Consciousness, and his awareness momentarily descended into chaos!
The intense pain in his head was something even his impressive pain threshold couldn’t quite withstand.
His vision went black, and he fell straight forward, convulsing and rolling on the ground.
"It feels like my head... is going to split open!"
The boy clutched his head, letting out a series of screams.
Xiang Yan and others at the foot of the mountain couldn’t bear watching any longer.
As they were about to take action, that dreadful Spiritual Pressure was withdrawn.
The Bronze Sword looked down, as if it had only lightly reprimanded him just now.
If it weren’t for having no other choice, it might have directly erased Xu Ziqing’s consciousness the moment he dared to offend it!
With Spiritual Pressure, it could swiftly crush his Sea of Consciousness, erasing everything!
At the mountain’s base, Chu Huaixu furrowed his brows even more deeply.
He couldn’t help but recall the endless humiliation the Evil Sword brought him when he ascended.
Now, seeing it torment Xiaoxu this way, his aversion to the Bronze Sword grew even deeper.
"Calm down, calm down," Chu Huaixu took deep breaths.
"It’s Xiaoxu’s cheat, it’s Xiaoxu’s cheat..." he repeated to himself.
After composing himself, he looked toward the Sect Leader and others.
Xiang Yan, looking into Chu Huaixu’s concerned eyes, spoke with a hint of worry in his own.
"He’s not seriously harmed, just that his Sea of Consciousness has taken some damage."
"We’ll take care of him. If the sword makes any more moves, we’ll protect him, rest assured," Xiang Yan replied.
"Thank you, Sect Leader, thank you, Elders," Chu Huaixu immediately said.
On the large platform at the peak of Hidden Spirit Mountain, Xu Ziqing’s body still trembled slightly.
He still clutched his head, his Sea of Consciousness lingering with a sharp pain, and his awareness had not fully returned.
Fear germinated in the boy’s heart and began to spread infinitely.
Just now, he had a sense of facing death directly.
