The Birth of Sword God-Chapter 78 - 75: The Dao Ancestor’s Prophecy

Chu Huaixu stood in a dense fog, closed his eyes, and listened carefully to the trembling sound of swords around him.

"These swords placed below should be sword embryos newly refined by artifact refiners," he thought.

The sword bodies had a spiritual presence but had not yet fully formed, thus couldn’t be considered sword spirits.

"On the contrary, I am clearly a human, yet I already have something akin to a sword spirit within me." He smiled wryly.

Now he could completely confirm why the surrounding spiritual pressure posed no effect on him, even making him feel comfortable.

The reason was simple; the spiritual pressure was here because there were too many artifact spirits, causing it to arise.

Hidden Spirit Mountain belonged to the artifact spirits!

But he had this thing within him, too.

Hmm, coming to Hidden Spirit Mountain felt just like going home...

Furthermore, the mountain had an array to warm and nourish the artifact spirits, preventing the spirits of predecessors’ relics from dissipating into the world.

Therefore, he felt very comfortable, which was not surprising.

I am also being nurtured...

Chu Huaixu was someone who took things lightly. He even joked to himself, "Other predecessors, after passing away, leave their lifebound magical treasures on the mountain waiting for someone destined. Should I die, wouldn’t it be enough to just bring my sword spirit here and lie down?"

He shook his head, dismissing these absurd thoughts.

Chu Huaixu concentrated and quickly ran up the mountain again.

As he sprinted, the sound of trembling spirit swords surrounded him continuously.

However, he did not pause for a moment.

These swords undoubtedly chose him, filled with a mix of fear and a hint of submission, yet yearning to be taken by him and become his spirit sword!

"But my ambition does not lie here."

At the 3333rd stone step of Hidden Spirit Mountain, Chu Huaixu stopped his steps.

"All together, there were 549 swords along the way!" he had just counted.

"Unfortunately, most of them are lower-grade spiritual artifacts, with not even a few middle-grade ones."

Chu Huaixu didn’t even touch them.

The reason was simple; he felt that if he lightly touched them, these swords might be propelled away, and even the strand of spirituality on them would be wiped away clean.

In these past few days of sparring with Liu Chenggong, he felt a mix of joy and worry.

Chu Huaixu was well aware that the little sword in his sea of consciousness was special, seemingly having great restraint over sword cultivators now!

Liu Chenggong’s Cangsong Sword was a middle-grade spiritual artifact, yet could be easily flicked away by him with a light touch.

He even suspected that as his realm increased, the little sword in his sea of consciousness might not just cut through illusion realms, but even... slash spirits!

—— To annihilate the artifact spirits of others’ lifebound magical treasures!

However, Chu Huaixu’s cultivation was too low now, and the little sword in his sea of consciousness was too special, already having awakened [Sword Heart Clarity].

He couldn’t control its power effortlessly.

He could control it, but not perfectly.

Evidently, the level of this mysterious power was far above his own.

It’s not that the sword spirit was disobedient.

"After all, it looks sickly, with not much vitality or energy, lacking emotions day in and day out."

Today, it seemed to have stirred due to the uniqueness of Hidden Spirit Mountain.

Indeed, there could be situations where sword spirits bicker with sword cultivators...

If they are too spiritual and intelligent, this is the price.

At this moment, Chu Huaixu looked down at the charred wooden token on his waist and stepped forward.

This path led to the mountainside area, with a visible semi-transparent barrier.

Carrying a pass token, he naturally penetrated it, feeling just like passing through a thin membrane.

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Wenda Peak, Grand Hall.

Sect Leader Xiang Yan sat on the main throne, while the other elders sat below according to their seats.

Elder Qi Shen Man was still meditating in the bamboo grove, but the other high-level figures on the mountain had already gathered.

Chu Yinyin was very pleased with this.

"Humph! Finally, willing to include me this time!"

If there were some rule of those below the Seventh Realm being unqualified to know, then you just watch with your dog eyes wide open, I will immediately and instantly break through right in front of you!

Currently, she sat rather immaturely in a large chair; as it was a grand hall chair, it was quite grand in craftsmanship, being tall and large. Her tiny short legs couldn’t even touch the ground, swaying a few centimeters in the air.

Sixth Elder Li Chunsong stood in the center of the grand hall, rubbing his hands furiously again.

Seeing him, Chu Yinyin perked up immediately: "Ah! Stop dragging it out, everyone knows you want to gamble! Quickly, everyone pay their fines to our Law Enforcement Elder!"

She even started urging them.

Fines fluttered to the desk of Law Enforcement Elder Lu Pan, who nodded in satisfaction, officially collecting them, and then said solemnly:

"The nation has laws, the sect has rules, the Daoist Sect does not allow private gambling events, all fines will be confiscated, no next time!"

After speaking, he calmly submitted his own fine.

Humph, as a dignified Law Enforcement Elder, I will naturally lead by example!

Li Chunsong, seeing this, cast a grateful glance at his junior sister, saving himself a lot of talking.

Chu Yinyin urged the process again: "Sixth Senior Brother, what do you want to bet on this time?"

"How about... betting on which stone step Chu Huaixu and Han Shuangjiang can approximately reach?" the Charitable Gambling King suggested.

"Boring, boring! Small-minded!" The little short legs protested first.

She spoke, "With the minimal spiritual pressure on Hidden Spirit Mountain, at worst, it will make them dizzy and want to vomit. As long as they persist, with perseverance, successfully reaching the peak isn’t a problem!"

"Where they make it to on the stone steps depends on where they choose their desired spiritual artifact."

Chu Yinyin looked up at her senior brothers and sisters and said, "Besides, you all just want Chu Huaixu to take that sword! Stop pretending!"

Her tone was unfriendly, deliberately vengeful.

You wouldn’t let me participate before, so this time I’m exposing you all!

Unexpectedly, Sect Leader Xiang Yan spoke up at this moment, in his extremely unpleasant, grating voice: "Junior Sister, you can’t say it like that."

"You and I both know what the situation with that sword truly is."

"Indeed, a great disaster is upon us, and the Origin Spirit Realm is about to open, so all the sects will soon hold the First Realm major competition."

"At times like this, if someone from our Daoist Sect can wield the sword down the mountain, then the problem of the Origin Spirit Realm will naturally be solved. This would be a magnificent thing for the entire Profound Yellow Realm."

"But our Daoist Sect values the Fate Technique, and we won’t force him to retrieve that sword."

"After all, that sword... cough, cough, cough! The sword of the Dao Ancestor is too unique!"

"Is it a blessing or a curse for the one who takes the sword; who can truly tell?"

Chu Yinyin heard the Sect Leader’s words and pouted, mumbling, "For the person taking the sword, it’s definitely not a good thing!"

Upon hearing this, everyone remained silent and did not refute.

A year ago, Elder Qi, Shen Man, had accidentally obtained the Dao Ancestor’s inheritance and saw within it the proverbs left by the Dao Ancestor.

These proverbs have been seen by all the senior members of the Daoist Sect.

In the words left by the Dao Ancestor, this sword is called the Sword of Salvation.

However, the one who takes the sword is called—the Sword Attendant!

From these three words, a bit of insight can actually be gleaned.

For the Profound Yellow Realm, the Sword Attendant is one of the saviors mentioned in the Dao Ancestor’s proverbs.

But for the Sword of Salvation itself, he is just a mere Sword Attendant.

Is it man wielding the sword, or is the sword wielding the man? It is evident at a glance.

All the senior members of the Daoist Sect understand clearly that the rumors are indeed true. The sword left by the Dao Ancestor was once really a Master-Devouring Sword!

It has devoured many people.

Among them, the first person devoured was a grandmaster of artifact refining from a thousand years ago, the great ninth realm expert who forged it himself!

This is an absolute Evil Sword; it’s just that the Dao Ancestor was too strong and could suppress it.

None of the people present could do this.

Not even the Junior Martial Uncle before his fallen realm could, nor could the current Sword Venerable!

Because of Chu Huaixu’s various miraculous performances, and the fact he was found and brought back to the mountain by the Junior Martial Uncle as the savior, everyone almost believes in their hearts that he is the Sword Attendant mentioned in the Dao Ancestor’s proverbs.

But as Xiang Yan said, the Daoist Sect values the Fate Technique and will not forcibly require him to take the sword.

Like Li Chunsong and Nangong Yue, they did not mention a single word in front of Chu Huaixu.

Everything depends on personal choice; everything naturally follows its course!

If the Dao Ancestor’s proverbs are true, Chu Huaixu will choose this sword himself, which is his personal will.

We cannot intervene too much, or we will bear this cause and effect.

Surely all beings have fate, and his fate is no exception?

His fate should be determined by himself.

A brief silence enveloped the hall, finally broken by a gambler’s tentative voice: "So why don’t we... make a bet on this?"

Chu Yinyin’s character was the most lively; she feared nothing and dared to do anything.

Thus, she jumped down from the large chair with her short legs, took two steps forward, and said, "Fine, then I’ll bet Chu Huaixu can get that sword!"

Once someone takes the lead, naturally others will follow.

Zhao Shuqi, whose eyes were very small, squinted as if entering meditation, then nodded slightly, "I think so too."

"Indeed, indeed," Sect Leader Xiang Yan agreed.

Everyone echoed the sentiment one after another, all feeling that Chu Huaixu could take the sword.

This left Li Chunsong at a loss for words.

"Everyone! Is there not a single one of you betting that he won’t get the sword?"

What’s the point of betting then?!

Nangong Yue sat lazily to the side, with one hand propped on the armrest of the chair, her body comfortably relaxed.

She glanced at the anxious Li Chunsong and said, "Sixth Senior Brother, these are the Dao Ancestor’s proverbs. How could the Dao Ancestor be wrong?"

To keep the bet going, the anxious gambler almost uttered blasphemous words.

Fortunately, Li Chunsong didn’t lose his mind; between going against the Dao Ancestor and siding with the trivial Junior Martial Uncle, he chose the latter, and said loudly:

"What if! I mean, what if! What if Junior Martial Uncle went down the mountain to find someone and he found the wrong person?"

The Sixth Elder looked around, lowered his voice: "You all know what Junior Martial Uncle is like; he’s... he’s unreliable!"

Sect Leader Xiang Yan waved his hands repeatedly, objecting: "Sixth Junior Brother, don’t say nonsense. Although Junior Martial Uncle is... uh! But when it comes to major affairs, Junior Martial Uncle is still very reliable."

Chu Yinyin, hearing this, began to fan the flames from the side.

"Li Chunsong, why don’t you just bet on the other side yourself instead of coaxing us? Right, bet yourself!"

The gambler’s face immediately turned beet red, and his hands began to rub faster and faster.

There’s a saying among many gamblers on Earth: Bet against the odds, and you’ll have a mansion by the sea!

Undoubtedly, Li Chunsong also had a bit of this bad habit.

He wasn’t afraid of losing; he was used to it, purely enjoying the thrill of a small gamble.

He gritted his teeth and said loudly, "Fine! Then I’ll bet that Chu Huaixu won’t take that sword!"

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