The Birth of Sword God-Chapter 311 - 277: The Second Sword Heart

"Why?"

Chu Huaixu didn’t know what situation the ancestor was facing, causing him to be unable to use swordsmanship.

Even someone as crude as Xiaoxu, a pure body cultivator, could use techniques.

The difference lies in the fact that the spiritual power of normal cultivators is within the spiritual embryo, while the spiritual power of body refiners is less, hidden in the shell, relying on strengthening the body.

Overall, body cultivators using techniques are less powerful compared to normal cultivators.

However, a strong physique can compensate for this difference to some extent.

Chu Huaixu suddenly felt that not being able to use a sword or having his own lifebound sword might be... not too bad?

"I’m not as powerful as the Dao Ancestor, who can dominate the world with just ’normal attacks’; I still need to use skills."

The breeze blew past, and the surrounding scenery faded away.

Once again, the surroundings plunged into endless darkness.

Chu Huaixu was already accustomed to this, beginning to wait silently.

When his vision gradually returned, he found himself back at the small courtyard he had been to before.

This was the farewell place of the female ancestor of Spring and Autumn Mountain and the Dao Ancestor.

In his sight was the scene of the black chubby cat being held in the arms of a purple-clad woman.

"Are you really willing to give it to me?" She extended her hand to pet the chubby cat, a hint of a smile in her eyes.

"Not giving to you, just temporarily lending it to you," the young Daoist corrected her phrasing.

The purple-clad woman ignored him, only saying to the black chubby cat, "Why don’t you stay with me from now on?"

The chubby cat swayed its long tail, looking at the Daoist with a slightly smug expression.

Chu Huaixu watched this scene, realizing in his heart, "So, this was the time when the cat started staying at Spring and Autumn Mountain, huh?"

And then, it lived on the mountain for thousands of years?

After playing with the chubby cat for a while, the purple-clad woman took out a jade scroll from her storage ring.

"Look, this is the remnant of the Celestial-level swordsmanship you wanted."

The young Daoist reached out to take it.

The purple-clad woman looked at him and said, "It’s just a remnant. Completing it by yourself is nearly impossible."

"Are you sure you want to exchange an eighth-grade spirit pill for something like this?"

"I am sure," the young Daoist immediately took out a spirit pill treasure box and handed it to the woman.

The eighth-grade spirit pill is exceptionally precious, with only a few in the world capable of crafting it.

Many so-called Alchemy Grandmasters might only succeed a few times in their lifetime, with most results ending in failure.

As for the ninth-grade spirit pill, that’s something of legend.

The purple-clad woman looked at him and couldn’t help but mutter, "I don’t understand you. You can’t practice swordsmanship, so why are you so obsessed with the Sword Dao?"

"You wander around carrying a sword scabbard, but never bother to get a sword, always claiming to be a sword cultivator. You don’t look like one at all."

Clearly, this Daoist had a very good temper and didn’t get upset in the least.

He simply smiled and said, "Whether I have a sword or not, it doesn’t matter."

After chatting for a while longer, the purple-clad woman said, "I’m leaving!"

She directly soared into the sky, flying towards Spring and Autumn Mountain.

This time, she did not appear hesitant or unwilling like before.

Perhaps she had long realized that this Daoist harbored little romantic feelings towards her, just wishful thinking on her part.

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After the woman left, the young Daoist lay down on the reclining chair and began to study the contents of the jade scroll.

Chu Huaixu watched from the side, feeling a sense of expectation in his heart.

"Might I learn Celestial-level swordsmanship?"

Even Xiaoxu, with his aptitude, was able to complete the incomplete version of the "Six Out of Seven." With the Dao Ancestor’s abilities, perhaps completing the Celestial-level swordsmanship was also possible?

The young Daoist silently deduced for a long time and then suddenly let out a bitter laugh.

"This is no incomplete swordsmanship."

"It’s a demonized swordsmanship that the creator destroyed."

"If one practices it, there would be considerable problems!"

"It attempts to merge one’s divine sense with the Sword Spirit, achieving Human and Sword Unity."

"But a human is human, and a sword is a sword."

"Even if it’s one’s own lifebound object, multiple integrations would lead to mutual influence."

He sighed, seeming to realize that this transaction was quite disadvantageous for him.

Chu Huaixu watched the Dao Ancestor slowly close his eyes, contemplating something.

After about a stick of incense’s time, he gently spoke, "However, it does provide some ideas."

"In terms of my situation, perhaps I could attempt to use my divine sense to guide the Sword Spirit."

"I need to try more."

Chu Huaixu suddenly had a premonition.

Here it comes!

Could the Dao Ancestor’s path of borrowing swords have started from here?

Was he borrowing swords from others hoping to use his divine sense to guide their Sword Spirits?

Soon, the scene before him began to fragment intensely.

Chu Huaixu saw the Dao Ancestor borrowing swords from others time and again.

"Dao friend, the humble one requests to borrow the sword!"

This young Daoist said this every time.

Initially, he borrowed quite ordinary spirit swords, and the cultivation level of those lending was generally not high.

After similar scenes appearing nine times, everything froze once again.

The Dao Ancestor held a spirit sword, still in its sword scabbard, lifting it.

After being in the Inheritance Secret Realm for a long time, Chu Huaixu somewhat understood.

"Is it that I am also meant to learn this Borrowed Sword Technique?"

"This is too simple!"

This is right in my comfort zone.

Chu Huaixu whistled towards the middle-grade spirit sword.

"Zoom—!"

The long sword left its scabbard and fell into his hand.

He glanced at his Sword Heart progress bar and found slight growth?

"Why?" Chu Huaixu was slightly taken aback.

It’s not the first time he borrowed a sword.

During the East Continent competition, he borrowed Han Shuangjiang’s Zhegu Heaven.

That day, Zhegu Heaven was thrilled, unsheathing even before its owner agreed.

However, after borrowing the sword, his Sword Intent progress bar didn’t increase.

Then he had a flash of inspiration.

"So, my Sword Intent is unrelated to borrowing swords, but my Sword Heart might be connected to borrowing swords?"

Because the Sword Heart is related, that’s why there’s progress in the Sword Heart bar?

And so, the scene in front of him became increasingly fragmented.

Every time the Dao Ancestor borrowed a sword, Chu Huaixu would try borrowing one too.

However, the grade of the borrowed spirit swords started to rise.

Those lending the swords had higher and higher cultivation levels.

Middle Grade Spirit Sword—Upper Grade Spirit Sword—Super Grade Spirit Sword!

Fifth Realm—Sixth Realm—Seventh Realm—Eighth Realm!

One sword cultivator after another lent their swords to the Dao Ancestor.

Then Chu Huaixu followed suit, equivalent to him also borrowing each sword.

Finally, Chu Huaixu saw a "familiar face."

——The Sword Venerable of this generation’s Sword Sect!

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