The Birth of Sword God-Chapter 325 - 289: Departure, The Third Realm Tournament (Part 2)
After three rounds of drinks, the two of them were eating fish and drinking fish soup. Old Niu couldn’t help but ask, "Junior Sister Mo, has my cooking skill declined over the years?"
Mo Qingmei’s memories began to surge. Actually, with the first sip, past memories had already flooded her mind.
But at this moment, she merely said, "It’s acceptable."
A slight smile appeared on the face of this Ox, as if those simple two words were the highest praise.
In fact, Mo Qingmei’s appetite was not large. But today, with fish soup and rice, she unexpectedly finished a whole bowl.
The Er Lang Wine was very strong, causing her cheeks to turn rosy from drinking.
Niu Yuanshan looked at the person in front of him, just feeling that Junior Sister Mo had already lost the youthful aura of the past, and was very different from the girl in his memory.
Now there was a touch of maturity that comes from the sediment of time.
She was originally the type to grow on you, and it was only at this age that she truly showed her charm.
Yes, the Junior Sister who used to call him Senior Brother Niu in every sentence is now in charge of all the affairs of the Disciple Courtyard, capable of handling things alone as an Outer Sect Steward.
But ever since that unforgettable night, she became disheartened and rarely called him Senior Brother Niu anymore.
Usually, she just called people by their names, or addressed him as Steward Niu.
At this moment, Mo Qingmei was already slightly drunk. Seeing him staring at her, she couldn’t help but say:
"Why are you always looking at me?"
Niu Yuanshan immediately turned his head and buried himself in drinking.
Mo Qingmei looked at him and began to lower her head slightly.
Later, it became more like drinking in silence.
As she continued to drink, she seemed to be getting drunk, lying half on the table, her eyes blurry.
She didn’t know why, even though so many years had passed and today was just about having a meal, why did her heart, that should have been silent, become so restless and unwilling?
Yes, she still had a bit of unwillingness.
The intoxicated Mo Qingmei buried her face in her arms, speaking in a muffled voice:
"Senior Brother Niu."
She suddenly called out.
Niu Yuanshan’s right hand, holding the wine cup, slightly stiffened.
"Junior Sister Mo, I’m listening," Old Niu said.
His heartbeat also began to speed up slightly.
"Senior Brother Niu, all these years... all these years..."
"Have you ever... have you ever..."
Mo Qingmei’s voice became softer and softer as she spoke.
But what came in return was Mu Bingjiu’s dry voice saying:
"Steward Mo, you’ve had too much to drink."
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Three days passed in a flash.
It was time for the Daoist Sect’s participating disciples to go down the mountain.
In the early morning, Niu Yuanshan got up early and wandered around various places in the Outer Sect.
Every Outer Sect disciple he met would smile and greet him, saying, "Steward Niu."
Their attitude towards him was not particularly respectful.
But this casualness made them seem more approachable.
In comparison, among the Outer Sect stewards, Niu Yuanshan was the easiest to talk to.
After walking around various places, Old Niu made a special trip to the Outer Sect’s market to buy a pound of his favorite Spirit Oranges.
Spirit Oranges were grown in Medicine Mountain, and their taste was quite different from those outside.
Very sweet, but not purely sweet, always carrying a slight tang of sourness.
He took out one Spirit Orange and put the rest into his Storage Token.
Then, he walked while eating, heading to the Martial Arts Arena for assembly.
Today’s Martial Arts Arena was particularly lively.
The group of Third Realm Daoist disciples who had passed the selection would soon set off together for the Moon Country Capital.
Many people gathered in groups of three or five, continually chattering, with many faces showing a hint of excitement.
A large portion of these disciples had never been to the Moon Country Capital, and some hadn’t even been outside the East Continent.
Everyone was young, and their mood at this moment was definitely different from usual.
Some were discussing the customs of the Moon Country, while others were bragging, saying how they would show up the cultivators of the Western Continent.
But no matter how spirited these people were, no one claimed that they were going to the Moon Country to win the leader’s position!
It’s not that these Daoist prodigies lacked ambition or dared not think about it.
It’s purely because they knew very well who was the most likely to sit on that throne from the Daoist Sect!
Soon after, the perimeter suddenly became a bit quieter.
The people in the front looked back cluelessly, thinking that an elder of the sect had arrived.
But approaching them were three people of the same generation. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
Among the three, the person leading wore a signature black-and-gold robe.
The girl standing on his right had a cold temperament, holding a Spirit Sword.
The young man standing to his left had a delicate appearance, carrying a sword box on his back.
A group of Inner Sect Disciples began to salute.
"Chu Leader."
"Direct Disciple Han."
"Direct Disciple Xu."
Among the disciples of this generation at Junzi Temple, only these three newcomers were still in the Third Realm.
The rest of the senior brothers and sisters could no longer participate in this competition.
Several with higher cultivation have already become Great Cultivators.
However, this also made their status the most prestigious among all the participating disciples.
The majority of people’s gazes were focused on Chu Huaixu.
Many were also secretly observing the large sword box on Xu Ziqing’s back.
After all, during the East Continent’s First Realm competition, the unattractive Bronze Sword it held left a very deep impression on everyone.
This seemingly androgynous young man becomes terrifying the moment he draws his sword!
However, since the end of the grand competition, he seemed not to carry the sword box with him.
Even when he descended the mountain for sect tasks, Direct Disciple Xu was empty-handed.
At this moment, Chu Huaixu led Big Ice Cube and Xiaoxu forward.
Everyone made way, allowing the trio to move to the front of the group.
He took the so-called center stage directly and naturally.
If they didn’t stand there, it would stress others, so it’s better to be straightforward.
Among the crowd, Chu Huaixu saw many old acquaintances.
Such as Chang Le, Ding Bolin, and others.
These people were once his opponents in the East Continent’s grand competition.
Back then, in the sect’s betting board, Chu Huaixu’s name wasn’t even listed.
He forcefully ascended to the leader’s spot like a dark horse.
And it was absolute dominance, leaving no doubt in anyone’s mind!
However, many were a bit surprised at the moment.
"Why is Chu Huaixu’s cultivation only at the Third Realm Seventh Heaven?"
"With his extraordinary talent, it shouldn’t be like this."
"Recently, Chang Le and others have advanced their cultivation to the Third Realm Great Perfection, and Ding Bolin, who was behind, consumed an elixir during closed-door cultivation and reached the Ninth Heaven."
Due to a few recent tasks to rescue others going down the mountain, Daoist disciples had deeply recognized Chu Huaixu’s strength.
No one would believe he was weaker than Chang Le and others just because his cultivation was at the Seventh Heaven.
Everyone hoped he could represent the Daoist Sect and achieve glory again.
Overall, achieving Great Perfection in cultivation would be more reassuring.
Chu Huaixu didn’t conceal his aura at this time, his realm was plainly visible to all.
He could tell from others’ eyes what they were thinking.
He only thought, "What! Xiaoxu is only at the Third Realm Fourth Heaven, doesn’t anyone think he’s weak?"
He wasn’t in a hurry to improve his realm, knowing he could enter the Emperor’s Pool anyway.
"Recently, the Daoist Sect’s elite forces have been sweeping down the mountain extensively, Black Moon Sect’s remnants have long been fleeing everywhere."
"The slow runners were all wiped out completely."
"It’s hard to find any prey to hunt down," Chu Huaixu thought.
Fortunately, he had some understanding of the Emperor’s Pool.
Its basic function is similar to a medicinal bath, just much more effective.
He vividly recalled that in "Borrowed Sword," only a few players from Moon Country were rewarded by the royal family with access to the Emperor’s Pool due to their extraordinary contributions.
And what about those silly players? One of them actually peed in the pool...
"Thankfully, as I go for a soak now, the Emperor’s Pool should be clean, right?" Chu Huaixu thought.
After a while, Old Niu and Mo Qingmei also arrived at the Martial Arts Arena.
Shortly after the two stewards arrived, three streaks of light shot through the air.
The speed of the three Great Cultivators was incredibly fast.
Jiang Zhi brought Nangong Yue and Chu Yinyin with him.
Everyone hurriedly saluted.
"Greetings, Junior Martial Uncle."
"Greetings, Ninth Elder."
"Greetings, Tenth Elder."
Jiang Zhi glanced around at everyone and nodded slightly.
Then, without any unnecessary words, he simply swung his sleeve and declared loudly:
"Let’s go down the mountain!"
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