The Birth of Sword God-Chapter 171 - 152: I Am Swordless!
"Chu Huaixu has practiced the ’Dao Scripture’?"
"He has mastered the cultivation technique of the Dao Ancestor?"
In contrast, Situ Cheng and others, who knew more of the truth, gradually calmed down.
He no longer blamed Geng Tianhe at all and even felt that this young man did not lose unjustly.
One is the Daoist Ancestor Sword Scabbard, and the other has mastered the Dao Ancestor’s cultivation technique. How could a young man hope to win?
Now, these three great cultivators finally understood why even though Xu Ziqing had become a Sword Attendant, there were still some who bet on Chu Huaixu’s victory in the gambling den.
"Indeed, it can’t be considered madness..." they thought to themselves.
After Teng Lingyi got the answer, he felt it inappropriate to ignore the matter, so he needed to respond with a few words.
Because the high platform and the arena were far apart, he had to use spiritual power to speak.
This allowed his voice to be heard clearly by everyone present.
"Unexpectedly, after a thousand years, someone could practice the ’Dao Scripture’ to such an extent."
"You have indeed solved all my doubts, old man."
"No wonder the spiritual power within you is so surging, far exceeding those of the same realm."
Listening to the praise of this Eighth Realm Great Cultivator, Lang Yue, Shen Miaoyun, and others were even more excited than Chu Huaixu himself.
Chu Huaixu was calm, yet they were flushed with excitement.
It was simply because the value of those who were defeated was still rising!
"Even if I am defeated by just one move, so what? He practices the ’Dao Scripture’!"
"No wonder my Desire Illusion Realm had no effect, because he practices the ’Dao Scripture’!"
The legendary status of the Dao Ancestor has been gradually mythologized over the thousand years.
So much that Chu Huaixu, at this moment, had a tendency to be mythologized himself.
On the arena, the muttering Geng Tianhe finally raised his head.
He graciously cupped his hands towards Chu Huaixu, saying, "Congratulations, Brother Chu, for mastering the ’Dao Scripture’ left by the Dao Ancestor."
"I, Geng Tianhe, am truly convinced of my loss!"
"I only regret that despite giving my all, I still couldn’t make Brother Chu draw his sword."
As soon as he finished speaking, his expression turned somewhat grim again, as if there was a tendency to once more fall into a state of inner conflict.
Chu Huaixu, observing him, let out a gentle sigh once more.
He was well aware that Geng Tianhe had likely overestimated him, believing himself unworthy of letting him draw his sword.
Moreover, he was even more aware of an additional fact, that his identity as ’Swordless’ couldn’t be kept a secret forever.
In the future, the world would inevitably learn that he didn’t have a sword at all.
"Let it be, let it be," Chu Huaixu said to himself.
Holding the sword scabbard, he lifted his dark, ink-black eyes to stare at Geng Tianhe, then spoke in a deep voice:
"You have seen my sword."
Saying this, he turned and left the stage, leaving Geng Tianhe alone, standing there stunned.
At that moment, he was in such a sorry state, with blood at the corner of his mouth, severely injured, and his right arm completely broken.
The aura around him was so chaotic, at risk of demonic backfire, so he needed to immediately return and continue to seclude himself.
Yet at this time, his expression continued to shift.
Chu Huaixu’s words left him only half-understanding.
Amidst the watchful eyes of many, he stood alone at the center of the arena, like one possessed, repeatedly mulling over those words.
"You have seen my sword."
"You have seen my sword..."
Seeing him like this after coming off the stage, Chu Huaixu was somewhat bewildered.
He secretly thought to himself that something might be wrong.
"Could he have misunderstood? Perhaps he has overthought things?"
Given the current situation, Chu Huaixu suspected this might be the case.
On the high platform, even Situ Cheng couldn’t help but stand up.
Because the aura of this Sword Sect prodigy on stage was becoming more and more erratic!
If this continued, there was no telling what might happen.
The most frustrating part for Situ Cheng was that he didn’t dare to intervene recklessly, afraid of making things worse.
He had no mind to ponder what Chu Huaixu had said, focusing solely on monitoring Geng Tianhe’s condition.
Teng Lingyi and Mei Chuxue, however, began to realize.
"So that’s what it was! So that’s what it was!"
"How strange, how strange indeed!"
The shock this young man brought to them was simply too overwhelming.
A mere First Realm cultivator, so astonishing?
No wonder he sometimes felt like a sword drawn from its sheath!
On the arena, Geng Tianhe suddenly burst into laughter.
"I have seen it, yes! I have seen it! Hahaha!"
"So that’s how it is! So that’s how it is!"
"Thank you, Brother Chu, for your guidance! It was I, Geng Tianhe, who was attached to appearances, it was I!"
He spoke loudly, as if oblivious to everyone around him.
This scene made Situ Cheng, who had been monitoring his aura, let out an "Oh?"
Then, he immediately waved his hand, placing a restriction around Geng Tianhe to isolate him from all external interference.
Xiang Yan and others sat there, all looking surprised, glancing alternately at Geng Tianhe and Chu Huaixu.
In the center of the arena, the young Sword Cultivator, whose right arm was broken, let his arm hang down.
His expression was still changing, but the chaotic aura gradually transformed, still tumultuous, yet now like a rushing torrent.
Though he was still disheveled, appearing even more so than before, his bloodshot eyes began to brighten, growing ever brighter!
Until an unimaginably profound aura began to emanate from Geng Tianhe’s surroundings.
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[Xuan Calendar 1990, Autumn. Sword Sect prodigy Geng Tianhe is guided by Chu Huaixu, entering the Sword Intent Realm with a single phrase.]
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