The Birth of Sword God-Chapter 303 - 269: Dao Ancestor Wields the Sword

"Ninth Senior Brother, what’s wrong?"

The chubby Daoist sitting next to him asked.

"Nothing."

Ninth Senior Brother turned his head back and continued to bury himself in drinking porridge. After finishing, he went to get another bowl.

Chu Huaixu followed behind him and tried to lift his hand again, gently touching the corner of his clothes. His fingers still passed through.

"Hmm?"

He was somewhat puzzled.

He didn’t just touch the corner of the clothes this time, but went ahead and touched Ninth Senior Brother’s back.

Chu Huaixu’s entire hand went right through.

Moreover, this time, the "Dao Ancestor" did not react at all.

This made him frown subconsciously and his gaze gathered again on that black bead, plunging into deep thought.

As a Body Refiner, his sense of touch was incredibly strong and clear.

Chu Huaixu was sure it wasn’t his illusion; he had indeed touched this bead.

He pondered while following close behind Ninth Senior Brother all the way.

He watched as the follower got another bowl of porridge, returned to his seat, and abstractly sat in the air next to him.

The skeptical Chu Huaixu raised his hand again to poke the black bead.

"Yay! Poked it again!"

He felt somewhat delighted.

He looked down at his own fingers, then raised his hand proactively this time.

Sure enough, Ninth Senior Brother turned his head around again.

Chu Huaixu still couldn’t "see" his expression clearly, but for some reason, he felt as if he was shaking his head with a helpless smile.

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On the other side, Han Shuangjiang’s situation was similar to Chu Huaixu’s.

She naturally recognized at a glance that this was the Junzi Temple from a thousand years ago and soon realized that this so-called Ninth Senior Brother was actually the elderly Dao Ancestor.

The young girl even respectfully performed a disciple’s salute towards him...

Her attitude was extremely respectful, and her eyes were filled with endless admiration.

"Disciple Han Shuangjiang, pays respect to the Dao Ancestor."

Compared to the well-behaved girl, Chu Huaixu was clearly more reckless.

She didn’t dare to touch the Dao Ancestor.

But Han Shuangjiang tentatively touched the surrounding buildings, and after seeing her little hand penetrate them, she generally understood her situation.

And the girl was no fool, only Chu Huaixu occasionally saw her slightly childish side.

She quickly noticed a black pendant hanging on the Dao Ancestor’s belt.

"Isn’t this the pendant from the dead fox’s sword scabbard?"

"At this stage, is the Dao Ancestor wearing it as decoration?" Han Shuangjiang wondered.

However, she didn’t reach out to touch it.

Otherwise, she would have witnessed an extraordinary scene herself.

It can only be said that the girl was still too disciplined.

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After finishing their meal in the cafeteria, the four little Daoists chattered all the way outside.

Chu Huaixu recognized this direction as heading towards the Dao Bell.

It was the open space outside the main hall.

Once they arrived, they began adjusting each other’s attire.

After a while, seeing an old Daoist leading four middle-aged Daoists towards them, the four immediately stood in a straight line obediently.

Chu Huaixu, having nothing better to do, also stood in line...

Of course, he was standing next to Ninth Senior Brother.

Following the little Daoists’ gazes, he looked to the right.

"This old Daoist must be the Observatory Master of this generation’s Junzi Temple, right?"

He indeed looked somewhat ethereal and imposing, at least from appearance alone, having a bit of an expert’s aura.

But Chu Huaixu knew in his heart that the Junzi Temple at this time was merely an ordinary Daoist temple, not a cultivation sect.

Everyone here was just an ordinary person.

As for the four middle-aged Daoists following the Observatory Master, each of their hands cradled a wooden sword.

The wooden swords were made entirely of Black Wood, as were their scabbards.

Chu Huaixu’s gaze rotated over the four wooden swords and scabbards, wondering to himself, "So, which one of these is mine?"

His "Calming the Storm" must be among them.

All four swords and scabbards were of the same style, but they couldn’t be entirely identical; there must be extremely subtle differences.

Relying on his keen eyesight and familiarity with his Spiritual Artifact, Chu Huaixu quickly locked onto the one on the far left.

But he quickly realized how foolish he was.

Because the four middle-aged Daoists also lined up and walked over, stopping right in front of the four little Daoists.

Therefore, the wooden sword and scabbard directly facing Ninth Senior Brother naturally belonged to him.

The Observatory Master started speaking as he stood there.

Chu Huaixu couldn’t understand most of the words spoken before the sword-granting, only partially comprehending.

That’s the way Daoism is, always able to depict profound meanings with the fewest words.

The fewer the words, the harder they are to understand.

The Observatory Master mumbled on for a while before saying in a deep voice, "Grant the sword."

The four middle-aged Daoists, each cradling a sword, stepped forward.

The four little Daoists bowed respectfully and then received their swords with both hands.

At this moment, quite a few Daoists had gathered not far away, watching with smiles on their faces.

In many eyes, there was a hint of reminiscence.

Some even had a playful look in their eyes.

Chu Huaixu could clearly hear their low conversations.

"Sigh, I was also very excited when I received the sword from the Observatory Master back in the day. I followed the morning practice diligently, never slacking. But after doing it so many times, it felt like a torture."

"Yeah, I thought maybe I’d learn something; not asking to be a Sword Cultivator, but at least not weaker than a chivalrous person."

"Who would have thought it was just for fitness every day."

"You two, stop talking nonsense. We don’t cultivate the sword; we cultivate the heart."

Chu Huaixu listened to their conversation, feeling quite immersed.

If he were on Earth, obtaining a sword for the first time, it would’ve definitely been refreshing.

Initially learning to wield the sword, he would have been full of enthusiasm.

But if it were just for health benefits in the long run, he’d probably find early morning exercises to be a form of torture.

However, now that he was on the path of cultivation, he was more tenacious and wouldn’t find it as burdensome.

Chu Huaixu stood by Ninth Senior Brother, watching them stand in line, each holding their sword with a serious expression.

He suddenly became curious: "Since I can touch that black bead, can I also touch ’Calming the Storm’?"

With this intent to experiment, he lightly poked the sword scabbard.

But his finger pierced right through again.

This caused Chu Huaixu to frown slightly, feeling puzzled.

"Only the black bead can be touched?"

For some reason, he felt an itch in his hand again and wanted to poke the bead a few more times.

But he resisted.

After the sword-giving ceremony ended, the Observatory Master briefly encouraged the four of them.

Then, everyone gathered in the open space to practice morning exercises together.

One black wooden sword after another was unsheathed.

The Observatory Master didn’t specifically teach the four of them, just practiced swordsmanship alone at the front.

The senior brothers and elders, already familiar with the sword technique, also practiced on their own, very at ease.

Leaving the four little Daoists standing at the back, flustered and busy learning.

Chu Huaixu observed from the side and could tell at a glance that the Dao Ancestor was the fastest learner among the four.

He mastered it after following along once.

When he practiced the second time following the Observatory Master, he could already replicate it exactly.

The morning exercises in Junzi Temple weren’t intensive at all, being just health exercises after all.

The entire sword routine was repeated only three times.

At his current Realm, Chu Huaixu didn’t even need a system; after watching three times, he instantly learned this fitness routine.

After all, he’s now at Comprehension 7!

And after the morning exercise ended, a miraculous scene unfolded.

The entire world seemed to come to a halt, freezing abruptly.

The Observatory Master and the others stopped moving.

Even the birds flying in the sky stopped mid-air.

Chu Huaixu looked at the trees behind him; a leaf was falling from the tree, now suspended in mid-air.

But not everything was stationary.

Only the Dao Ancestor continued to practice swordsmanship.

Once, twice, three times...

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