The Birth of Sword God-Chapter 123 - 115: That Phrase on the Gentleman Stele (Part 2)
It seemed as if the mere will of the other party could destroy his Sea of Consciousness and obliterate his soul!
The delicate-looking boy curled up on the ground, and as his consciousness gradually returned, he shook his head vigorously.
He opened his eyes, initially seeing several double images, but gradually regained his vision.
The stabbing pain in his head was still there, but within an acceptable range, much like an ordinary headache.
Due to rolling all over the ground, he was now covered in dust.
Xu Ziqing’s thoughts gradually became clear again.
The heart demon and desires, magnified in his heart, also calmed down somewhat due to the sudden incident.
The reason was simple; he had just almost died, facing death directly.
Now, only a lingering fear remained.
Besides, the evil thought that had invaded his Sea of Consciousness earlier had dissipated as well.
It was already weak, and with the Spiritual Pressure stimulating the Sea of Consciousness, the Divine Sense naturally struggled, inadvertently destroying this deeply hidden evil thought.
The Bronze Sword could no longer perceive what Xu Ziqing was thinking at this moment.
But it could feel that the boy feared it.
This pleased it greatly.
"Was it because I just had a very disrespectful thought towards it in my heart?" Xu Ziqing speculated.
"So, it started to punish me?" he analyzed.
Indeed, the boy’s heart was pure, and he held deep reverence for the Dao Ancestor and the sword left by the Dao Ancestor.
He didn’t know it was an Evil Sword, so he didn’t think much of it.
Xiaoxu even stood up, brushed off the dust from his body, and respectfully saluted the sword left by the Dao Ancestor.
"Outer Sect Disciple Xu Ziqing greets the Daoist Ancestor Sword."
His purity moved even Xiang Yan and the others at the foot of the mountain a little.
However, as he bent down to salute, a Spiritual Pressure emanated from the Bronze Sword again.
The Evil Sword was not satisfied with just this.
As a slave to the Sword Attendant, he ought to kneel.
Xiang Yan immediately waved his sleeve to block it.
The entire mountain began to tremble again, and the Bronze Sword, feeling its majesty challenged, began to repeatedly crash against the seal.
Xu Ziqing, who was bending in salute, was bewildered, wondering if he had done something wrong again.
After a while, the Hidden Spirit Mountain stopped quaking, and the Bronze Sword began to draw the boy in, wanting him to come closer and take it, to officially become the Sword Attendant.
To the Bronze Sword, this was currently the most pressing matter.
Xu Ziqing felt the sword’s call and cautiously walked towards the center of the platform.
He felt somewhat restrained, but mostly nervous.
He still wondered if he was dreaming.
The legendary number one sword in the world chose someone as mediocre as him?
Every story about the sword said the same: whoever acquires it would become the number one Sword Cultivator in the world!
"Can I...really?" Xu Ziqing fell into deep self-doubt.
But in any case, the boy had no other choice at this moment.
He had already ascended to the mountain peak, with no way back.
With a deep grudge of blood, he longed for power.
Xu Ziqing knew very well that if he could really take this sword, then no matter who his enemy was, he would have the strength to avenge!
The sight of his family members’ deaths once again flashed in his mind.
The boy’s steps quickened and quickened.
At the foot of Hidden Spirit Mountain, the onlookers all held their breaths.
The situation had developed beyond everyone’s imagination.
Xiang Yan and the others were puzzled.
"The Sword Attendant in the Daoist Ancestor’s Proverbs was Chu Huaixu."
"This Xu Ziqing used to be a servant in Chu Huaixu’s courtyard."
"So now, a former servant of Chu Huaixu has been chosen by the sword and might become the Sword Attendant?"
Everyone exchanged glances, but could only watch quietly.
"Where did it go wrong, causing the situation to spiral out of control like this?"
"When Junior Martial Uncle returns to the Daoist Sect, explaining this will be incredibly troublesome for us!" Xiang Yan and the others thought.
Only Chu Yinyin watched with wide eyes, truly just a bystander.
Xu Ziqing approached the Bronze Sword until only an arm’s length remained.
The pure-hearted boy saluted the sword left by the Dao Ancestor again.
Then, he tentatively raised his right hand, trying to touch the sword.
The Bronze Sword was suspended in mid-air, and even after Xu Ziqing stood on his tiptoes, he could barely touch the sword because Xu Ziqing was somewhat short...
His height was even less than Han Shuangjiang, who had a pair of long, slender legs.
And when the boy’s fingers touched the sword, a semi-transparent ripple suddenly spread out in all directions.
A mysterious aura spread out layer upon layer, like ripples.
An airflow shot straight into the sky, instantly dispersing the clouds above Hidden Spirit Mountain, revealing a clear sky.
Xu Ziqing felt an indescribable power being transmitted from the Bronze Sword into his body.
It passed through the Nine Acupoints, surging towards the Spiritual Embryo.
Then, it entered the Spiritual Embryo Secret Collection, where it was stored and gathered!
Xu Ziqing closed his eyes, sensing the changes in his Spiritual Embryo.
Through internal vision, he saw that within his Spiritual Embryo, a small blue-black sword appeared!
It couldn’t be said to be in sync with his heart, but it seemed capable of conveying emotions and will.
Xu Ziqing merely glanced at it and sensed it suddenly quiver, then convey endless anger, identical to the Bronze Sword from a moment earlier!
In an instant, he didn’t know why, but he understood immediately.
——It was this sword!
Or rather, it was a part of this sword!
The boy looked up at the floating sword in the air and indeed sensed the exact same aura from it!
Half of the Bronze Sword was within his Spiritual Embryo, and the other half was in the air.
The sword in the air was trembling with anger, and so was the sword within the Spiritual Embryo.
This made Xu Ziqing extremely uncomfortable, and there was some chaos within the Spiritual Embryo, posing a risk of damage!
He immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.
The right hand he had placed on the sword was also shaken away by a tremendous force, causing him to be flung outward like a kite with a broken string!
Xiang Yan and the others at the foot of the mountain dared not act rashly.
Because they understood that the sword was making him the Sword Attendant!
But why was the Bronze Sword angry?
On the mountaintop, Xu Ziqing, who had been flung away, directly collided with the Gentleman Stele with his back.
Even with a Refined Body, he was severely injured.
"It seems like it’s trying to... control me?"
"But for some reason, unable to fully grasp control?"
The boy could clearly feel that a moment ago, he sensed he was losing control of his body.
To be precise, he lost control of a part of it.
The blue-black small sword was located within his Third Level Low Grade Spiritual Embryo.
Its will couldn’t completely overwhelm him! Couldn’t fully control him!
Xu Ziqing struggled to get up from in front of the Gentleman Stele, having broken several bones; blood still dripped from the corner of his mouth.
After standing up, his body began to twitch, adopting various strange postures and movements.
The blue-black small sword invaded repeatedly! Still unwilling to give up!
The boy’s heart stirred with endless fear once more.
Who wouldn’t instinctively resist if their body were dominated like this?
The two wills began to entangle, struggle...
The Bronze Sword floating in the air began to form a golden circular halo at its hilt.
Within the halo, mysterious and obscure runes appeared one after another.
The same scene occurred in Xu Ziqing’s right palm.
A golden circle appeared on his right hand, inside which complex runes emerged and shifted positions, constantly twisting.
The boy stood in front of the stone stele, feeling extreme pain.
He couldn’t describe the pain and helplessness of losing his body and the terror deep within!
His pupils were wide open, staring straight ahead, his body extremely stiff.
What came into view was a sentence engraved on the Gentleman Stele.
Though there were so many words on the Gentleman Stele, these few words were so prominent that they were the first to catch one’s attention.
Firstly, because the other words were all of similar font size, but these few words were significantly larger.
Secondly, the words were written so poorly, with such crooked strokes and large spacing; a line of words was slanted, with each character misaligned, taking up a large part of the stele.
The boy couldn’t help but recall his senior brother telling him he had ascended the mountain twice and stylishly carved words on the Gentleman Stele.
These words, at this moment, fiercely impacted Xu Ziqing’s heart!
——"The gentleman uses things, not ruled by them."
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(ps: Second update, both Chapters are over four thousand words long, seeking monthly tickets!)
