The Birth of Sword God-Chapter 91 - 88: Chu Yinyin’s Gift

Outside the bamboo hut, Chu Yinyin stood with her hands behind her back, descending slowly from the sky at a very leisurely pace.

She didn’t land on the ground, but instead stepped onto the wooden stump where Chu Huaixu had just been sitting.

But honestly, she was way too short.

So even like this, she was only about as tall as him, just a bit taller than Han Shuangjiang’s long-legged figure.

This Daoist Ten Elder was notorious for not liking being looked down on by anyone.

At this moment, she sized up Chu Huaixu and Han Shuangjiang, and finally, her gaze gathered on those heaven-defying jade legs, feeling a wave of envy inside.

"If I hadn’t cultivated this damn technique, my legs would definitely be longer than hers!" Chu Yinyin gnashed her teeth inwardly, muttering such impossible nonsense to herself.

The two young disciples saw Chu Yinyin herself arrive and instantly saluted, "Tenth Elder."

This old young lady nodded with satisfaction, still standing on the stump with her hands behind her back, making quite the show.

Today, she had volunteered to come here to escort Chu Huaixu to the Purple Bamboo Forest.

Thus, Chu Yinyin deliberately put her hair up in a rather mature bun.

But paired with her youthful, childlike face, it simply didn’t fit—just made her look more like a little grown-up.

Chu Huaixu heard her say she wanted to test the wonders of the sword scabbard, so he asked, "Elder, how would you like to test it?"

"Eh, you’ve got some nerve." Chu Yinyin laughed.

But remembering this kid dared to carve on the Gentleman Stele, she wasn’t too surprised.

So, she turned around, back facing Chu Huaixu, and said, "Whatever you did to her just now, do to me the same way."

This Daoist Ten Elder liked to put on this expert airs every now and then, even going for the whole ’facing away from the masses’ shtick.

Little did she know, Chu Huaixu was eyeing her pert little backside and tiny waist, thinking, "You sure about this?"

He had his own principles—never hit little girls.

I’m a First Realm Third Heaven powerhouse, how could I just rough up some Peak Sixth Realm...?

So Chu Huaixu simply said, "Then, Elder, please draw your sword."

Hit the sword, not the person.

"Fine, have it your way!"

She wore a string of beads on her wrist, one of which was a red bead.

She stretched out her right hand, and the bead turned into a spirit sword, which she gripped.

——Super Grade Spiritual Artifact, [Reunion Joy]!

Han Shuangjiang watched curiously from the side.

Actually, this was her first time seeing Chu Yinyin.

The reason she recognized her instantly was that Chu Yinyin was just too distinctive.

Among all the great cultivators in the Daoist Sect who could fly through the air, only she looked like a little girl, standing under one meter fifty.

Chu Huaixu gripped the sword scabbard, channeling his spiritual power, and even the Heart Sword in his sea of consciousness was activated.

Chu Yinyin didn’t bother to draw the sword; she simply lowered her head, scrutinizing it atop the stump, feeling it out slowly.

"Hmm? This is actually quite interesting." She clicked her tongue in amazement.

The old young lady still had her back to them and continued, "Your cultivation is too low—even holding the Daoist Ancestor Sword Scabbard, you can’t bring out its power, so it barely affects me."

"However, the little sword in your sea of consciousness can even put some pressure on the Sword Spirit in my [Reunion Joy]."

Chu Yinyin raised her thumb and forefinger and made a gesture, indicating that the impact was just a tiny bit.

But internally, she was secretly impressed: "Sword Heart Clarity—truly remarkable!"

For someone in the First Realm to reach this level was already extraordinary.

At her level of cultivation, one casual move could turn Chu Huaixu to dust, not even a trace left.

Chu Yinyin had her own reasons for coming today.

She clenched the sword gently, shattering the suppression brought by the Heart Sword and sword scabbard to [Reunion Joy].

Chu Huaixu, holding the scabbard, involuntarily stepped back, forced by the backlash.

After that, the spirit sword in her hand turned back into a bead on the bracelet.

She was clearly showing off.

Chu Huaixu looked at the [Reunion Joy] which had turned back into a bead on her wrist, finding the name itself rather meaningful.

The first poem that popped into his mind was Li Yu’s ’Reunion Joy: Alone I climb the western tower, silent—’:

"Snip it off, but it won’t go away; try to sort it, but it just gets messier. That’s parting sorrow."

There actually aren’t many famous verses titled [Reunion Joy], and the ones with big reputations are all the opposite of joyous—so full of woe.

Still, he felt this sword’s name suited its lively, rule-breaking owner pretty well.

Chu Yinyin finally turned around, and looked at Chu Huaixu, growing more and more satisfied the longer she stared.

Her gaze made this expert play-along feel inexplicably awkward.

"Why does this feel like those lady bosses picking out male models?" he snarked to himself.

This way-too-old young lady was thinking: "This boy—I am definitely going to nab him!"

She waved him over, saying, "Chu Huaixu, come with me to the Purple Bamboo Forest—the Sect Leader and elders are all waiting for you."

"Yes."

Chu Yinyin, her baby-faced cheeks lifted skyward, stretched out a cute little hand, and Chu Huaixu floated up alongside her.

Under Han Shuangjiang’s gaze, the two flew off toward the inner sect’s Purple Bamboo Forest.

Watching them fly farther and farther, she suddenly remembered something.

"Weren’t we supposed to visit the Cold Pool and check in on Junior Brother Xu?"

"He probably won’t have the time again today."

"But I’ve already given him that jade token fragment, so I can’t get into the Cold Pool Secret Realm myself..."

"Hopefully nothing goes wrong?" she thought.

Just as she thought this, the Little Housekeeper remembered something else.

She glanced into the bamboo hut and saw the window outside Xu Ziqing’s bedroom, which was full of Chu Huaixu’s dirty laundry hanging up. She hesitated a bit.

The cold-faced maiden quickly looked away, touching her sore, swollen lower back where he’d bumped her earlier with the sword scabbard, muttering:

"Hmph! Not helping him wash anything!"

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All the way, Chu Yinyin flew especially slowly.

With her Sixth Realm Great Perfection cultivation, she wouldn’t take long to reach the inner sect.

Chu Huaixu saw her slowpoke routine, and guessed she wanted something.

Sure enough, the old young lady started making small talk to fill the silence.

"Funny, isn’t it? Both of us are Chu family—the same clan five hundred years back." She turned to the outer sect disciple floating alongside.

"You know, the way I see it, you’re actually my junior of the same bloodline." Chu Yinyin added.

Chu Huaixu stared at her baby-faced features, hearing her talk like that—it just felt off.

She was the very picture of those village kids with tiny bodies and enormous status.

Seeing Chu Huaixu staying quiet, she went on regardless: "Chu Huaixu, did you know that when you triggered the phenomenon at the Cold Pool, I was the first one there?"

"Disciple did not know." he replied.

Because when he came up from the Cold Pool, Li Chunsong had been the only one there.

The scene of Chu Yinyin getting "bullied," he hadn’t witnessed, so missed her being so enraged after getting silenced by the Sect Leader.

"I’ve actually been keeping an eye on you for a while." She raised her little face, flashing him a mysterious smile.

Truth be told, she was incredibly cute, and the way she made faces only made her even more so.

Except the constant "this seat," did sound a bit full of herself.

Chu Huaixu listened to her words and replied with a flat, somewhat distant, "Disciple is honored but anxious."

Chu Yinyin frowned a bit, sizing him up—that wasn’t believable in the slightest.

With how you acted on Hidden Spirit Mountain, anxious my ass.

Whatever, at least he seemed like a polite kid.

She wasn’t one for beating around the bush, so she got straight to the point.

"Chu Huaixu, with how you’re performing lately, you’ll be entering the inner sect soon enough."

"When that happens, you’ll have a shot at joining Junzi Temple and becoming a direct disciple of the Daoist Sect."

"You must know that true disciple spots are precious—each generation only gets 33, and some years we don’t even fill them."

Chu Huaixu heard this and nodded, "I understand, Elder."

Chu Yinyin looked at him and got right down to it: "Once you’re in the inner sect, I can take you as my apprentice—you’d be my personal direct disciple!"

She lowered her voice deliberately while saying it, so her girlish tones sounded a bit deeper, trying to come off as wise and profound.

Little she knew, inside Chu Huaixu was thinking: "Huh—? You?"

Seriously, with all the big shots in the sect, why pick you—a Sixth Realm, and the hardest to please of the higher-ups?

He used Li Chunsong as his excuse and said, "Tenth Elder, the Sixth Elder actually told me that if I entered, I should apprentice under Elder Qi."

"What?" Chu Yinyin’s voice even rose: "He really told you that?"

"Yes."

Though his future master Shen Man was, based on the original plot, doomed to die tragically in three years...

Still, she was one of the Four Great Divine Swords.

And judging by her silhouette that day, she’s definitely the cool, ascetic Daoist Nun type—way more appealing than you, little girl.

Chu Yinyin’s expressions flickered, totally incapable of hiding her feelings—hardly the model Daoist grandmaster image.

She muttered to herself: "No one said you can’t have two masters! I was hoping to snatch him as my main disciple and let Shen Man be the second master..."

"But thanks to Bigmouth Li Chunsong, things are trickier now." She felt a bit vexed.

This old young lady actually knew her limits—Chu Huaixu already achieved Sword Heart Clarity; only Shen Man could really teach him.

She just wanted to share him, to be honest.

If she’s honest, the Daoist Seven Elder was a Seventh Realm master, one of the Four Great Divine Swords, and holder of a Daoist Ancestor Inheritance.

She, Tenth Elder, just couldn’t compete with that.

"Forget it, forget it." Chu Yinyin looked up at the sky, saying, "Shen Man is my senior sister—no need to fight for empty glory!"

"When the time comes, you can take her as your main master, and me as your second master."

"Having two elders as masters—how awesome is that?" She smiled at Chu Huaixu again.

Chu Huaixu: "???"

What is this—Unparalleled Twin Heroes? One master, two masters—next you’ll have me playing Hua Wuque from Yihua Palace?

This virtual male model immediately kicked in his acting skills, wearing an expression of confusion and surprise.

Chu Yinyin saw this, felt victorious, and decided to sweeten the deal even more.

She gave a little wave, and withdrew a wooden box from her storage token.

"I’ve already prepared your apprenticeship gift, so I can give it to you early."

"Catch." She tossed it, and the wooden box drifted into Chu Huaixu’s hands. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

He looked down and discovered it was a Spirit Pill Treasure Box.

"I know you’re still a Third Level Low Grade Spiritual Embryo, so I prepared exactly what you need most right now." She was smug as hell.

Surely that would win him over?

Chu Huaixu heard her words, glanced at the box, and began guessing in his mind.

He gently opened it—a spirit pill the size of a longan appeared before him, extremely familiar.

——[Profound Celestial Fetal Breath Pill]!

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