The Birth of Sword God-Chapter 59 - 58: The Trajectory of Fate

Inside the Hongxiu Restaurant, the storyteller impatiently waved his hand.

"Return to the sect? Why are you in such a hurry to go back?" he asked.

The large man looked helpless, showing that the Junior Martial Uncle hadn’t had enough fun yet.

But they had been down the mountain for a year now.

You may not have had enough fun, but I, who have been serving by your side, am exhausted!

This Daoist Second Elder only felt bitterness in his heart, and habitually wanted to gnaw on his nails again.

The large man decided to persuade once more.

"Junior Martial Uncle, you see Han Shuangjiang and Xu Ziqing have definitely gone up the mountain already, don’t you want to go back and have a look?" he asked.

The Daoist Second Elder always followed the Junior Martial Uncle. When he approached Han and Xu disguised as a storyteller, the large man was also present, just standing far away.

According to the Junior Martial Uncle, it was: "You look like a country bumpkin. At such times, you should stay away from me. If you stay by my side, I won’t appear so otherworldly."

The storyteller, hearing the mention of these two people, waved his hand dismissively: "What’s there to go back and see? I have long made all necessary preparations."

"Ah? Is there something I don’t know?" The large man was a bit curious.

"Nothing much, just prepared individual cultivation techniques for both of them." The storyteller said nonchalantly.

The large man pondered for a moment and said, "Han Shuangjiang has a Profound Yin Body, in the Acupoint Opening Stage it’s best to practice the ’Ice Purity Formulas.’

"As for that Xu Ziqing..." the large man couldn’t come up with anything.

Pseudo Spiritual Embryo, too inferior, can’t solve this riddle.

This Daoist Second Elder actually also couldn’t understand why the Junior Martial Uncle, searching for a savior based on the Dao Ancestor’s Proverbs, believed it would be Xu Ziqing.

"Can’t think of anything, can you?" The storyteller chuckled, "I knew you wouldn’t be able to figure it out."

Clad in a white robe, he continued to look in the mirror, not even glancing at the large man, speaking with a bit of smugness, "I sent Li Chunsong down the mountain to pick him up because Li Chunsong, like you, isn’t very clever."

"He’ll certainly choose ’Ice Purity Formulas’ too, and then start finding the situation tricky."

"In these circumstances, given his nature, he would definitely let the Pseudo Spiritual Embryo choose the cultivation technique on his own."

"In his eyes, no substantial difference exists in what the Pseudo Spiritual Embryo picks, anyway," said the storyteller with a divinely insightful tone.

The large man nodded frequently, even though the Junior Martial Uncle called him and the sixth martial brother not very clever, he harbored no resentment, even agreeing with it.

The Daoist Second Elder was well aware that he himself was quite dim-witted.

As for the sixth martial brother, always losing while gambling yet loving it, isn’t that also dim? 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

The large man even understood that the Junior Martial Uncle liked to take him, the Second Elder, down the mountain because his foolishness highlighted the wisdom of the Junior Martial Uncle.

So, he sincerely asked: "Junior Martial Uncle, then which cultivation technique did you deliberately leave behind?"

"Oh, nothing much, just an Evil Skill called ’Refining Sword Formulas’ that I happened upon early on, quite interesting and very apt for a Pseudo Spiritual Embryo."

The storyteller continued, "Xu Ziqing comes from a Swordsmanship Family of the Martial World. Amid so many Acupoint Opening Stage techniques, it alone carries the word ’sword,’ he will definitely choose it."

On hearing this, the large man nodded earnestly and said, "That must be it. Although you are not in the sect, it’s just like you are, with everything under your control."

This Daoist Junior Martial Uncle kept fiddling with his mustache, proudly saying, "Naturally so."

However, the large man still felt a tinge of concern.

"But, Junior Martial Uncle, you said the ’Refining Sword Formulas’ is an Evil Skill. Is it really fine for the savior to practice this?"

The storyteller put down the mirror and responded, "Though this technique is wicked, in actuality, it’s very intriguing; it utilizes an artifact refining approach in cultivating, pursuing a path of Inner and Outer Cultivation, aiding the Pseudo Spiritual Embryo to digest the Acupoint Opening Pill, allowing for slightly quicker advancement than practicing other techniques."

"It’s just a small trifling cost to bear."

"Besides, this kid is born for that Evil Sword!" His gaze suddenly sharpened, as if recalling that sword atop Hidden Spirit Mountain, his eyes flickering with a hint of somber cold light.

"What’s the big deal about someone wielding an Evil Sword practicing some Evil Skills?" The storyteller resumed his nonchalant demeanor.

Upon hearing the mention of the Evil Sword, the large man immediately said, "Junior Martial Uncle, be mindful of your words. That’s a sword left by the Dao Ancestor."

"So what? Do you not also feel that it’s an Evil Sword?" The storyteller sneered, "An Evil Sword is an Evil Sword!"

"If not for the Dao Ancestor suppressing it back then, who knows what turmoil this sword could cause."

This time the large man dared not respond; after all, this was the Dao Ancestor’s sword.

He wasn’t as rebellious as the Junior Martial Uncle, such brazen words he couldn’t utter.

However, he didn’t refute, which already spoke volumes.

After pondering for a bit, the middle-aged man that resembled a farmer opened his mouth and asked, "Junior Martial Uncle, can this Xu Ziqing really retrieve that sword from the mountain?"

"I selected him based on the Dao Ancestor’s Proverbs, he should be able," the storyteller replied.

The large man was a bit confused: "That sword is so proud, not even you or the Sword Venerable could tame it. This child, when ascending Hidden Spirit Mountain, only has First Realm cultivation, how could he tame the sword?"

Junior Martial Uncle, who had resumed looking in the mirror, put the mirror down again, speaking with a careless tone, "You don’t have to enhance mine and the Sword Sect guy’s reputation, we just couldn’t defeat it, so let’s not say ’uncontrollable.’"

The Daoist Second Elder slightly bowed his head, not daring to continue the conversation.

The storyteller went on: "Moreover, why do you assume that when this child retrieves the sword, it signifies taming it?"

"Uh." The large man was momentarily stunned.

"I said, it’s just an Evil Sword!" The storyteller spoke with a calm but firm tone.

Upon hearing this, the large man immediately said, "Junior Martial Uncle, in that case, shouldn’t we return to the sect, as ultimate oversight is needed from you?"

"Hmm? There you go again!" The storyteller showed displeasure, "Xu Ziqing isn’t Han Shuangjiang, he’s a Pseudo Spiritual Embryo, cultivating dreadfully slow. If I wait for him to reach the First Realm and head to Hidden Spirit Mountain, I’d be waiting forever!"

"Let’s not bring this up again, there’s no hurry to return." He decided with finality.

"But can’t we just give him the Profound Celestial Fetal Breath Pill?" The large man was still puzzled.

"His whole situation now perfectly matches the Dao Ancestor’s Proverbs. Before he ascends Hidden Spirit Mountain, we shouldn’t add unnecessary touches," the storyteller shared his personal insight.

He hadn’t yet banished enough demons on this descent down the mountain!

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Within the Secret Realm on Medicine Mountain, in the Daoist Sect.

Chu Huaixu once again crawled out from the pool.

"This time it was less than 400 Experience Points."

"And in the last few minutes, the Experience Points stopped increasing entirely," he felt quite regretful.

According to his conjecture, the four apertures should have stored at least ten people’s worth of Body Tempering Liquid, if not more.

When he and Han Shuangjiang were ’frolicking in the water,’ it equated to consuming two people’s worth, thus gaining over two thousand Experience Points.

That night when he first went underwater, it equaled absorbing one person’s worth of liquid, enduring one person’s worth of Water Blades, yet the Experience Points amassed only 850, reducing to 350 on the third attempt...

"This dungeon is now useless to me; even during the last five minutes no Experience was gained." Chu Huaixu lamented, the Water Blades and Body Tempering Liquid were now futile for cultivation.

"What a waste." He continued staring at those four apertures.

Suddenly, Chu Huaixu had a thought, remembering his little junior brother at home.

"Almost forgot about Xiaoxu, this thing is definitely beneficial to him too!" Chu Huaixu slapped his naked thigh.

"He’s a Pseudo Spiritual Embryo, if he slowly cultivates by himself, how long would that take?"

"But I wonder how much this third level will benefit him?" Chu Huaixu pondered.

Due to differing physiques, the efficacy varies, so does the efficiency in Body Refining.

"However, his pain threshold hasn’t increased, I reckon it’ll hurt him indeed." He even started to pity the youngster a little.

Chu Huaixu donned his robe and left the Secret Realm.

Upon returning to the bamboo house, he made it a point to linger outside Xu Ziqing’s room for a while.

He could faintly hear vigorous breathing "hissing and gasping" from inside.

"Must be in agony." Chu Huaixu thought.

"I wonder which circulation round he is on?" he pondered.

After standing for a while, he went back to his own room.

Having just completed a round of energy circulation, Xu Ziqing curled up on the mat again in pain, almost rolling all over the place.

To his disappointment, his acupoints remained stubbornly blocked, with no signs of loosening soon.

"Just train more and train more..." he clenched the note in his palm, taking his senior brother’s words as golden advice.

Once the body started adapting and returning to normalcy, he sat cross-legged on the mat, taking another glance at the note.

Suddenly, he grabbed the small booklet on the table and turned to the third page.

He then placed the note onto the small booklet.

Lowering his head, the young man began comparing the handwriting of the two.

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