The Birth of Sword God-Chapter 134 - 125: Leader? You’re Not Worthy
Within the Purple Bamboo Forest, Jiang Zhi repeatedly pondered over this sentence.
It seemed like a response to what he was thinking in his heart.
He felt something within him, yet there were two wills that seemed to be clashing.
A breath of energy spread from his body, even causing the wooden hairpin of the thin Daoist Nun to tremble slightly.
Chu Huaixu felt the black little sword in his Sea of Consciousness suddenly vibrate, as if exhilarated by meeting a worthy opponent.
But all of this happened in just a moment.
The Daoist Junior Martial Uncle in the white robe returned to normal.
He looked around at everyone and asked, "Who carved those ugly characters on the Gentleman Stele?"
Everyone’s gaze fell on Chu Huaixu.
"Was it you?" Jiang Zhi asked.
Chu Huaixu nodded slightly but said nothing.
At the time, he felt something and was influenced by the Heart Sword in his Sea of Consciousness, angrily carving this sentence from "Guanzi" on the Gentleman Stele.
But he understood that there was certainly hidden information about the Bronze Sword that he did not know.
After all, it was called "Borrowed Sword."
So, he couldn’t be completely sure of the stance and attitude of the Daoist Sect’s high echelons.
He personally speculated that it might completely oppose the words he had carved.
So, the Dead Fox felt it was wise to remain silent for now.
However, Chu Yinyin wanted to show off, representing her disciple to take the spotlight.
Thus, she vividly recounted everything that happened that day to the Junior Martial Uncle.
After Jiang Zhi listened, he looked deeply at Chu Huaixu without saying much further.
But he roughly understood why this young man before him could comprehend such a special Sword Intent.
"Fearless of the heavens, fearless of the earth, somewhat rebellious."
It was somewhat like him.
But not entirely like him.
Some people appreciate others for being similar to them.
While others feel disgust because of the similarity.
A person somewhat like me, but taller, more handsome, and younger...
In this aspect, the Daoist Junior Martial Uncle was famous for being jealous.
"Senior Sister Nine might really like him?" Even such a thought arose in his mind as he recalled that spirited woman.
Chu Huaixu lifted his head and met the gaze of the man who might become his ancestor in the future.
The other’s gaze remained cold, full of scrutiny.
Jiang Zhi suddenly asked, "Chu Huaixu, have you registered for the East Continent Grand Competition?"
"Junior Martial Uncle Ancestor, I’ve registered." He replied.
"Do you have a goal in mind?" Jiang Zhi asked again.
"Yes, I want to get a good ranking." He answered again.
"Be specific, be honest." Jiang Zhi’s tone was somewhat pressing and displeased.
Upon hearing this, Chu Huaixu nodded slightly and directly said:
"The leader."
After saying this, he felt it was still not specific enough, so he followed up with a few more words according to his intent:
"The leader of the East and West Continent."
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After staying a while longer in the Purple Bamboo Forest, Chu Huaixu was sent back by Chu Yinyin.
He could tell that this highly ranked and influential person in the Daoist Sect didn’t seem to like him much.
Of course, Jiang Zhi didn’t leave a good impression on him either.
The two of them just didn’t get along with each other!
While flying through the air with Chu Huaixu, Chu Yinyin chatted with him.
"Ignore him, I tell you, just your looks alone will never please him in this lifetime." The big-mouthed woman began to speak up again.
"Hmm? Why?"
"Junior Martial Uncle is naturally vain and jealous, and he has some history with my master."
Chu Yinyin straightforwardly revealed, "If he were a bit more handsome, he might have long become Dao companions with my master."
Upon hearing this, Chu Huaixu understood two points.
First, Chu Yinyin’s master found him unattractive.
Second, Chu Yinyin thought I was handsome.
The clouds that had gathered inside him in the Purple Bamboo Forest suddenly dissipated.
A faint smile even appeared on his face.
"Why are you smiling at me?" Chu Yinyin was curious.
"I just think that Second Master also looks very good, but Junior Martial Uncle Ancestor doesn’t seem to dislike you." He habitually flattered.
The old young girl was instantly flattered into a state of bliss, almost grinning from ear to ear.
Of course I’m very good-looking!
She laughed pompously, waving her hand as she said, "Junior Martial Uncle only targets men this way; how could he target women too? My master is also famously beautiful in the realm of cultivation."
Having said that, Chu Yinyin turned the conversation to Chu Huaixu. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎
"Let me tell you, when you just said your goal was to be the leader, he might have secretly sneered at it!"
"Xu Ziqing took that sword, and he’s entirely different from cultivators of the same realm."
"But that doesn’t matter, I still believe in you!"
"You must win honor for me." She started cheering Chu Huaixu on.
Chu Yinyin’s childlike nature was really strong.
Kids are like this, whoever they get along better with, they’ll support them unconditionally.
"Hmm." Chu Huaixu nodded.
In fact, he didn’t care whether this Junior Martial Uncle thought highly of him or not.
If he wanted to prove himself, it was for the people who cared about him.
As for those who disliked him, what he wanted to do was make them even more displeased.
After sending Chu Huaixu back to the bamboo house, Chu Yinyin hurriedly flew back to the Purple Bamboo Forest, afraid of missing anything.
Fortunately, when she returned, everyone was still reporting recent happenings to the Junior Martial Uncle.
After everything was said, Jiang Zhi nodded slightly and said, "Fifth Elder, take Xu Ziqing to Hidden Spirit Mountain tomorrow. I need to have a good look at him and that sword."
Fifth Elder Zhao Shuqi immediately said, "Yes, Junior Martial Uncle."
Jiang Zhi then looked at Li Chunsong and said, "Let’s go, while everyone is here, come with me to the Law Enforcement Hall to accept your punishment."
Li Chunsong: "..."
The Junior Martial Uncle saw him dumbfounded and coldly said again, "What, do you want me to first test your progress over the years?"
"No, no." The Charitable Gambling King waved his hands repeatedly.
Seeing this, Jiang Zhi snorted coldly.
"Huh? Is the conversation over?" Chu Yinyin felt she had returned in vain.
"What, still want to chat about your beloved disciple?" The Junior Martial Uncle glanced at her.
Saying this, he couldn’t help but glance at everyone again.
"Before Xu Ziqing heads to Hidden Spirit Mountain, were you really planning to let Chu Huaixu go to the first level of the Origin Spirit Realm?" he asked.
Chu Yinyin quickly replied, "Yes, who could be more suitable than him at that stage?"
The Daoist Junior Martial Uncle responded bluntly, "Absurd! At his current level, if he goes to the Origin Spirit Realm, it’s a path of no return. He will undoubtedly die!"
"Huh? He’s already achieved Sword Heart Clarity, and still doesn’t stand a chance?" The old maiden couldn’t believe it.
"At most three or four out of ten," Jiang Zhi replied.
But he quickly flicked his sleeve and said to himself, "But discussing this is pointless. The champion of the East and West Continent competition, he won’t take it."
Dead gambling addict Li Chunsong had been listening on the side, his breathing getting more and more rapid, and his face starting to turn redder and redder.
He really had been enduring for a long time, too excruciatingly so.
He subconsciously started rubbing his hands, faster and faster.
In the end, he simply couldn’t hold it in any longer.
Knowing he had already angered the Junior Martial Uncle, still, he couldn’t stop betting!
The dead gambling addict immediately rubbed his hands and smiled flatteringly: "Junior Martial Uncle, actually, we... made a bet, on whether Chu Huaixu or Xu Ziqing would win."
"From what you said earlier, hehe..." he chuckled twice, implying with his words, and kept rubbing his hands.
The Daoist Junior Martial Uncle couldn’t help but want to roll his eyes at him.
But just like how Chu Yinyin mentioned her master’s words and gave that evaluation.
Jiang Zhi loves to play.
"Did you all place bets?" he asked.
After speaking, he glanced at the slender Daoist Nun sitting on a giant stone, asking, "Shen Man, did you also place a bet?"
The Daoist Seven Elders remained taciturn and simply shook her head.
But soon she stammered, "I... I with Little... Little Junior Sister."
Although she habitually swallowed her words, leaving the sentence incomplete, everyone had been together for so long, they understood her meaning; she intended to bet with Chu Yinyin.
The old maiden immediately perked up: "Of course you have to go with me, we must bet on the future disciple!"
Her stance was always so clear.
Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhi snorted coldly again and then looked at Li Chunsong, "And you?"
He suddenly regretted that he’d bet on Chu Huaixu.
He pondered that upon hearing this, the Junior Martial Uncle would feel even more displeased in his heart.
After all, Li Chunsong had picked the wrong person, but still bet on his victory.
But a gambling addict is a gambling addict; he insisted on his gambling preferences!
Li Chunsong just blurted out, saying, "Junior Martial Uncle, I bet on Chu Huaixu."
Jiang Zhi snorted again, "Good, good, good! Since that’s the case, I’ll join in your fun."
"I bet on Xu Ziqing," he said calmly, returning to that demeanor of holding a Wisdom Pearl.
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The next day, Zhao Shuqi, following the Junior Martial Uncle’s instructions, took Xu Ziqing to the peak of Hidden Spirit Mountain.
On the way there, he didn’t forget to advise a few words, informing him of who he was going to meet.
Upon hearing it was such a person, Xu Ziqing immediately nodded and didn’t dare to ask much.
He followed Zhao Shuqi up the mountain with some familiarity.
The sword was currently safest kept on the mountain.
So, Xiaoxu would have to go up the mountain at least once every day from now on.
When they reached the peak, Jiang Zhi was already there, his back to them, carefully observing the slumbering Bronze Sword.
Xu Ziqing sneaked a glance at the Junior Martial Uncle’s back, and with just one look, his heart trembled with familiarity.
"The white robe, and the feeling it gives... "
A sense of familiarity surged in his heart, his whole heart quivering lightly.
"You’re here." Jiang Zhi spoke, then put his hands behind his back, slowly turning around.
After seeing his face, looking at that ordinary face, Xu Ziqing was struck as if by lightning!
"How can it be him!"
"How could it be him, how can it be him!?"
Indeed, the person was indeed that storyteller encountered at the mountain’s base!
The one who inexplicably teased him, causing him to travel a long journey, then spend a night in rain at the foot of Wumeng Mountain!
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(ps: Second update, asking for a monthly vote~)
