Borrowing a sword

Chapter 59 The Trajectory of Destiny

Inside the red-sleeved pavilion, the storyteller waved his hand impatiently.

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

The big man looked helpless; it was clear that his junior uncle hadn't had enough fun yet.

But it has been a year since I came down the mountain.

You haven't had enough fun, and I'm exhausted from serving you all this time!

The second elder of the Taoist sect felt bitter inside and had a habitual urge to bite his nails.

The big man decided to try to persuade him again.

“Junior Uncle, you see that Han Shuangjiang and Xu Ziqing must have already gone up the mountain. Don’t you want to go back and see them?” he asked.

The second elder of the Taoist sect had been following his junior uncle. When he approached Han and Xu in the guise of a storyteller, the big man was actually present, but he stood far away.

According to my junior uncle, it means: "You look like a farmer. You should stay away from me at times like this. If you're next to me, I won't look as ethereal as I used to be."

When the storyteller heard him mention the two men, he waved his hand and said, "What's the point of going back to see them? I've already made all the necessary preparations."

"Huh? Is there anything else I don't know?" the big man asked, somewhat curious.

"It's nothing much, I just prepared martial arts techniques for them both," the storyteller said dismissively.

The burly man pondered for a moment and said, "Han Shuangjiang has the Xuan Yin Body, and is most suitable to practice the Ice Purity Technique when she is in the Qi Refining stage."

"As for Xu Ziqing, well..." The big man couldn't think of anything.

False spirit fetus, that's terrible, I can't answer this question.

This second elder of the Taoist sect couldn't understand why his junior uncle, following the precepts left by the Taoist patriarch, would think it was Xu Ziqing when he went down the mountain to find a savior.

"Can't figure it out, can you?" The storyteller chuckled. "I knew you couldn't."

Dressed in a white robe, he continued to look in the mirror, not even glancing at the burly man, and said with a hint of smugness, "I sent Li Chunsong down the mountain to pick up the man because Li Chunsong, like you, isn't very clever either."

"He will definitely only choose one of 'The Ice Cleansing Technique' and then start to feel that the problem is very difficult."

"In this situation, given his personality, he would definitely let the pseudo-spiritual embryo choose its own cultivation method."

"Anyway, in his eyes, it makes no essential difference which pseudo-spiritual fetus he chooses," the storyteller said in a prophetic tone.

The big man nodded repeatedly as he listened. Even though his junior uncle said that he and his sixth junior brother were not clever, he didn't get angry and even agreed with the point.

The second elder of the Taoist sect knew very well that he was a fool.

As for the sixth junior brother, he always loses at gambling but still loves to gamble. Isn't that stupid?

The big man even understood that the reason why his junior uncle liked to take him, the second elder, down the mountain was because he was stupid, which could highlight the wit of his junior uncle.

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

"It's nothing, just an evil technique called 'Sword Refining Manual,' which I obtained by chance in my early years. It's quite interesting and very suitable for pseudo-spiritual embryos."

The storyteller continued, "Xu Ziqing comes from a family of swordsmen. Among so many Qi Refining stage techniques, this is the only one with the word 'sword' in it, so he will definitely choose it."

Upon hearing this, the burly man nodded seriously and said, "That must be the case. Although Junior Uncle is not physically present in the sect, it is as if he is still there. Everything is under your control."

The junior Taoist master continued to fiddle with his long, dragon-bearded hair, and said smugly, "Of course."

But the big man still had some worries.

"But, Junior Uncle, you said that the 'Sword Refining Technique' is an evil art, and you want the savior to practice it. Is that really okay?"

The storyteller put down the mirror and replied, "Although this technique is unorthodox, it is actually very interesting. It uses the mindset of weapon crafting to practice, taking the path of cultivating both internal and external aspects. This is beneficial for the pseudo-spiritual embryo to digest the Qi-opening pill, and it allows him to progress slightly faster than other techniques."

"It's just a tiny price to pay."

"What's more, this kid was born for that evil sword!" His gaze sharpened, as if he were recalling the sword atop [Hidden Spirit Mountain], a hint of solemnity and coldness flashing in his eyes.

"What's the big deal if someone wields an evil sword and practices some evil arts?" The storyteller reverted to his indifferent demeanor.

Upon hearing the words "evil sword," the burly man immediately said, "Junior Uncle, be careful what you say. That is a sword left behind by the Dao Ancestor."

"So what if it is? Don't you think it's an evil sword?" The storyteller scoffed, "An evil sword is an evil sword!"

"If it weren't for the Dao Ancestor's suppression back then, who knows how much trouble this sword could have caused."

The big man didn't dare to reply this time. After all, this was the sword of the Dao Ancestor.

He wasn't as unorthodox as his junior uncle; he couldn't possibly utter such reckless words.

However, he didn't refute it, which already spoke volumes. After thinking for a moment, the middle-aged man, who looked like a peasant, finally spoke up: "Junior Uncle, can this Xu Ziqing really retrieve this sword from the mountain?"

"I sought this person according to the maxims of the Taoist patriarch, so I suppose it should be acceptable," the storyteller replied.

The burly man was somewhat puzzled: "This sword is so proud that even you and the Sword Master couldn't tame it. When this child went to [Hidden Spirit Mountain], he was only at the first realm of cultivation. How could he possibly tame this sword?"

The junior uncle, who had been looking in the mirror again, put it down and said in a nonchalant tone, "You don't need to flatter me and that guy from the Sword Sect. If we can't beat it, we can't beat it. Don't say it's untamable."

The second elder of the Taoist sect lowered his head slightly, not daring to respond.

The storyteller continued, "And why do you think that the child taking off the sword means he has tamed it?"

"Uh." The big man was taken aback.

"I told you, this is an evil sword!" The storyteller said calmly, yet with certainty.

Upon hearing this, the burly man immediately said, "Junior Uncle, since that's the case, shouldn't we return to the Daoist sect? After all, we still need your guidance, right?"

"Hmm? Here we go again!" The storyteller looked displeased. "Xu Ziqing is not Han Shuangjiang. He's a pseudo-spiritual embryo, and his cultivation is incredibly slow. By the time he reaches the first realm and ascends to Hidden Spirit Mountain, I'll be waiting to die."

"Let's not talk about this again. There's no rush to go back," he said decisively.

"But can't we give him the Xuan Tian Fetal Breathing Pill?" the big man asked, still puzzled.

"His current situation perfectly matches the precepts left by the Daoist Ancestor. Before he ascends Mount Cangling, we should not add anything unnecessary," the storyteller said, offering his personal opinion.

He hasn't killed enough demons yet after going down the mountain to exorcise them!

Taoist sect, Medicine Mountain, Secret Realm.

Chu Huaixu climbed out of the pool once again.

"This time I only have less than 400 experience points."

"And in the last few minutes, the experience points stopped increasing altogether." He said with great regret.

Based on his guess, the four holes should contain at least ten servings of body-tempering liquid, and perhaps more.

When he and Han Shuangjiang were "playing in the water together," it was equivalent to consuming two people's worth of experience points, thus increasing his experience points by more than two thousand.

Tonight was his first time in the water, essentially absorbing one person's worth of medicine and carrying one person's worth of water jets, yet his experience points were only 850. The third time, they dropped even further to 350.
"This dungeon is useless to me now; it doesn't give any experience in the last five minutes." Chu Huaixu sighed. The water blade and body-tempering potion were no longer helpful for his cultivation.

"What a waste." He was still staring at the four holes.

The next moment, Chu Huaixu had a sudden thought and remembered his younger brother at home.

"I almost forgot about Xiao Xu, this stuff will definitely work for him too!" Chu Huaixu slapped his bare thigh.

"He's a pseudo-spiritual embryo. If we let him cultivate like this, how long will it take?"

"I just wonder how much of a boost this third level will give him?" Chu Huaixu wondered.

After all, everyone's constitution is different, so the effects of medicine will be different, and the efficiency of body tempering will also be different.

"However, his pain threshold hasn't increased, so he's probably going to be in a lot of pain." He was starting to feel sorry for the kid.

Chu Huaixu put on his robes and left the secret realm.

When he returned to the bamboo house, he lingered outside Xu Ziqing's room for a while.

He could vaguely hear heavy breathing coming from inside.

"It must hurt terribly," Chu Huaixu thought to himself.

"I wonder which cycle I've reached in this practice?" he wondered.

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

Having just finished a session of internal energy cultivation, Xu Ziqing was in so much pain that she curled up on the prayer mat, almost rolling on the ground in agony.

To his disappointment, his acupoints remained severely blocked, and he didn't know when they would loosen.

"Practice makes perfect, practice makes perfect," he clutched the note tightly in his hand, regarding his senior's words as golden advice.

Once his body gradually adapted and returned to normal, he sat upright on the futon and glanced at the note again.

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

Then he placed the note on the booklet.

The boy lowered his head and began to compare the handwriting of the two.

(End of this chapter)