The Birth of Sword God-Chapter 131 - 122: Junior Martial Uncle: Who Is Chu Huaixu? (2)
"Xu Ziqing was introduced to me by Chu Huaixu," answered Li Chunsong immediately.
He let out a small sigh of relief, feeling that this rascal Chu Huaixu had saved his life halfway.
If the one destined for greatness were still working mundane chores, he would truly be doomed!
The Junior Martial Uncle would really give him a severe punishment.
"Why him again?" Jiang Zhi mumbled to himself.
"Why did he recommend him to you?"
"Because he discovered Xu Ziqing’s talent and said his comprehension is extremely high," replied the hopeless gambler.
Jiang Zhi’s brow eased slightly.
This reason was barely reasonable.
However, he still found it a bit strange.
"Well, since he’s joined our Daoist Sect and has begun normal cultivation, I won’t hold it against you for now," said Jiang Zhi.
Li Chunsong felt relieved.
The Junior Martial Uncle quickly asked again, "Given Xu Ziqing’s cultivation speed, he should be close to opening all Nine Acupoints by now, right?"
Saying this, he was somewhat proud, reverting to his usual mysterious, calculated demeanor, as he continued:
"I intentionally left behind a copy of ’Refining Sword Formulas.’
"This Acupoint Opening Stage cultivation technique, though somewhat unconventional, is perfectly suited for someone like Xu Ziqing with a Pseudo Spiritual Embryo, helping to overcome some of the shortcomings in his cultivation speed."
"Although he definitely can’t compare with Han Shuangjiang, he won’t be much slower than an average Daoist disciple."
"If he were to cultivate some other Acupoint Opening Stage technique, I suspect he’d only have opened three or four acupoints by now at best."
Everything was still under control, he didn’t even bother to ask them if Xu Ziqing had chosen ’Refining Sword Formulas.’
Because he was convinced that the child would undoubtedly choose the only jade scroll with ’sword’ in its name from the pile.
Asking would make him seem less wise.
He loved maintaining an air of mystery.
This is why Xiang Yan and others often said that the Junior Martial Uncle could be reliable when it came to big matters.
This actually proved how unreliable he was in everyday matters!
However, after finishing his words, the Junior Martial Uncle noticed that their expressions had turned strange again.
Jiang Zhi raised his eyebrow slightly, feeling a bad premonition.
"Could it be that he hasn’t been cultivating ’Refining Sword Formulas’?" he asked harshly.
Wouldn’t that mean the plan was messed up again?
"Without external help, how long does Xu Ziqing have to cultivate?"
"By the time the first layer of Origin Spirit Realm opens, he might not have all Nine Acupoints open!"
Xiang Yan gave a slight cough and said, "Junior Martial Uncle, your foresight is as precise as ever, Xu Ziqing is indeed cultivating ’Refining Sword Formulas.’"
Jiang Zhi, in his white robe, let out a cold snort, and the anxiety on his face vanished instantly, returning to his confident demeanor as he picked up the fallen Wisdom Pearl in his mind.
"Of course, I knew he would follow the path I laid out for him."
"But why do you all have such expressions?"
Xiang Yan replied, "Because his cultivation speed is slightly faster than you expected."
"Hmm? Has he already opened all Nine Acupoints? That’s impossible!" The Daoist Junior Martial Uncle didn’t believe his calculations could be wrong.
"Could he have encountered some fortune in the Outer Sect, entered an Inheritance Secret Realm?"
"But that doesn’t make sense either."
"The Secret Realms of the Outer Sect are scarce, and there are even fewer that disciples in the Acupoint Opening Stage could pass through."
"The First Realm is the true entry into the path of cultivation, hardly any Secret Realm is prepared for the Acupoint Opening Stage," he said.
"Could his cultivation speed, far exceeding my estimates, be because..."
The Junior Martial Uncle immediately glared at Li Chunsong, thinking it was him who botched things up again, "Did you all assume that Chu Huaixu was the destined one and hence didn’t interfere with his cultivation, while someone secretly helped Xu Ziqing?"
"He must have taken Spirit Pills!" he analyzed.
"We did not," Li Chunsong stated immediately.
"From your words, it seems he has indeed taken Spirit Pills? Who gave them to him?" Jiang Zhi questioned.
"Xu Ziqing said... it was Chu Huaixu," Li Chunsong answered.
The expression on the Daoist Junior Martial Uncle’s face changed instantly again.
Why is it still Chu Huaixu!!
"What pills did he give him?" he pressed.
"He had a soak in Body Tempering Liquid, took various First Level Spirit Pills, and consumed a... Profound Celestial Fetal Breath Pill," Li Chunsong admitted, biting the bullet and revealing everything without hiding.
Hearing this, Jiang Zhi’s anger soared, he enunciated each word, gritting his teeth:
"Pro! Found! Celestial! Fetal! Breath! Pill!"
"So you defied destiny for him, forcibly enhancing the quality of his Spiritual Embryo?"
"How dare he!"
"Moreover, how did an Outer Sect disciple obtain a Profound Celestial Fetal Breath Pill and was generous enough to give such a Supreme Treasure to someone else!" His tone rose even higher.
Chu Yinyin knew it was her turn.
She decided to take responsibility, immediately responding, "Junior Martial Uncle, it was my gift for taking him as an apprentice."
Standing in shock was the Second Elder of the Daoist Sect, who was also suddenly dumbfounded.
"How did it become my affair!" he thought to himself.
As the only Alchemy Grandmaster among the Daoist Elders, the elixir Chu Yinyin gave was from him.
Why does everyone seem to be involved somehow?
And I wasn’t even on the mountain...
Layer upon layer, truly peculiar!
The man with a storyteller’s demeanor quickly glanced at the Second Elder of the Daoist Sect.
While chatting at Hongxiu Restaurant, they had discussed the Profound Celestial Fetal Breath Pill, and he knew that he had given it to Chu Yinyin.
"A gift for taking an apprentice?" Jiang Zhi caught onto the keyword, "How can an Outer Sect disciple become your apprentice, and why does he join Junzi Temple, always breaking rules!"
Upon hearing this, Chu Yinyin felt wronged, immediately retorting loudly, "Come on! I never said I’d take him as a disciple right now; I don’t even allow him to call me Second Master."
At this remark, the thin Daoist Nun sitting on a boulder sighed softly.
She knew it was now her turn.
Sure enough, Jiang Zhi immediately asked, "Future Second Master? There’s a Second Master, so who is his future First Master?"
Just as he finished speaking, he heard a voice from behind.
"It’s... it’s me," Shen Man said haltingly.
Yet her tone remained as calm as ever.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhi chuckled in disbelief.
"Great! Just fantastic! So this inexplicably appeared Chu Huaixu also became my future grand-disciple!"
Great, just grand, I also get a part in this!
Li Chunsong felt clear as a mirror, already thinking things were getting awkward.
Initially, everyone hoped Chu Yinyin would draw the attention, yet how did events go completely counter to our expectations? It was utterly ridiculous!
Actually wrong from the start!
Though unsure why, mistakes kept happening, yet somehow... there were chances for redemption?
But these misunderstandings have grown quite severe!
He personally suspected that merely reporting to the Law Enforcement Hall for punishment wouldn’t suffice...
Sure enough, the Junior Martial Uncle took him as his first target of venting.
Jiang Zhi’s voice boomed, "Li Chunsong, oh Li Chunsong, how could you not clarify things clearly, didn’t you ask this Chu Huaixu whether he had seen me?"
The hopeless gambler felt as if something had exploded in his mind, leaving him buzzing.
Just then, a flash of memory surged in his brain.
He suddenly recalled a previous scene, remembering something from that day.
On that rainy night, he had gone to Biyou Plateau in Wumeng Mountain to escort Chu Huaixu and Han Shuangjiang up the mountain.
The trio descended on Medicine Mountain, he warned Chu Huaixu and Han Shuangjiang to keep the encounter with a storyteller down the mountain a secret from all.
Han Shuangjiang’s response was: "Yes, disciple understands."
While Chu Huaixu’s reply, which once made him think of the boy as witty and amusing, was:
"Disciple never met any storyteller."
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(PS: First part, 4000-word Chapter, asking for monthly votes.
A bit feverish, will write the second part after waking up, no need to stay up waiting.)
