Borrowing a sword

Chapter 81 The Evil Sword and the Heart Sword

At the summit of Cangling Mountain, the sword left behind by the Dao Ancestor was still somewhat dazzling under the sunlight.

This sword was forged from some rare and precious material, yet it looked like an ordinary bronze sword, only with a bluish-black color.

It wasn't particularly beautiful, a stark contrast to the ethereal "Partridge Sky" weapon.

But it is also so powerful that it can look down on everyone.

Chu Huaixu risked half his life to barely reach the summit.

However, the spiritual pressure did not dissipate on this platform; it still remained.

The sword was held high above.

The sword was held in such a lofty posture.

Even if it is locked in this high mountain, it does not want to be sealed in a sword sheath, but wants to float on the stone platform, higher than everyone who comes here.

At this moment, Chu Huaixu remembered something.

"There is a no-flying formation on Hidden Spirit Mountain."

"Below the Nine Realms, flight is impossible!"

But this sword can float in the air.

Previously, Chu Huaixu felt a force pulling him from the mountaintop, a kind of unseen guidance.

At this moment, he was completely certain that the problem did not originate from the sword.

It possesses only arrogance, contempt, hatred, and anger.
"I even suspect that if it weren't sealed by layers of restrictions, it might have just flown over and chopped me off," Chu Huaixu thought to himself.

He felt it was highly likely.

But no matter what, finally! I finally saw this legendary sword!

Chu Huaixu looked at it and suddenly grinned.

His facial features were now distorted by spiritual pressure, and his smile was not very attractive; instead, it looked somewhat eerie.

Judging from his expression alone, it's impossible to tell what he's laughing about.

At this moment, he was still bleeding from all seven orifices, but because of his strong self-healing ability, he was not seriously injured.

Chu Huaixu kept smiling like that.

Even though he could only look up at it, the sword grew increasingly angry and resentful.

Because Chu Huaixu's eyes held undisguised mockery.

"This bronze sword is fucking ugly!"

When Chu Huaixu was on Earth, he saw the actual Sword of Goujian, King of Yue.

The sword of King Goujian of Yue during the Spring and Autumn Period is a bronze sword.

The pommel is rolled outward into a circular shape, with 11 concentric circles cast inside, spaced only 0.2 millimeters apart.

The sword is covered with regular black diamond-shaped patterns, and there is a bird-script inscription near the front of the blade that reads "King Jiuqian of Yue made this sword for himself".

This world-renowned bronze sword does indeed have a certain imposing presence.

But what about this sword in front of us?
Although it is unknown what kind of extraordinary material it was forged from to possess such divine power, its design is indeed quite ordinary.

It is only slightly longer than an ordinary bronze sword.

There are no special patterns on the sword.

Time may not leave any marks on it, but that only means it hasn't become uglier from rust.

In Chu Huaixu's concept, the so-called number one swordsman in the world should either be more simple and more reserved.

You could be even more domineering, even more fierce.

Your presentation is so mediocre, it's really hard to judge.

But after just one glance, Chu Huaixu began to believe one version of the legend.

He began to believe it was an evil sword!
Before seeing it, the spiritual pressure of climbing the mountain could be interpreted as a test of the sword.

But seeing its current posture and the overwhelming killing intent, Chu Huaixu instantly agreed with the evil sword's statement.

In addition, he could also sense that the small sword in his sea of ​​consciousness was wary of this bronze sword.

Although Chu Huaixu had transmigrated, he still retained some of the characteristics of a silly gamer.

For players: being strong or not is temporary, but being cool or not is for a lifetime.

Some magical artifacts may be mediocre in every aspect, but as long as they are cool enough, they will command a premium price.

It doesn't matter, I'll just treat it as buying a skin.

What stats do you expect from a lousy skin?
"It's alright, you are the number one swordsman in the world, I don't look down on you."

Like a cripple with limited mobility, Chu Huaixu began to struggle forward.

Generally speaking, moving on flat ground is definitely easier than climbing a mountain.

However, this platform on the mountaintop is indeed quite large.

So he moved for quite a while before finally arriving in front of the sword.

Dried bloodstains were already visible on Chu Huaixu's face.

Under the onslaught of spiritual pressure, new blood flowed from the physical body.

But just like his earlier roar, he wasn't afraid of pain.

As a result, the floating sword grew increasingly disgusted with him.

Inside the main hall of the Taoist sect, everyone was somewhat puzzled.

The bronze sword is acting a bit strange today.

The sword was arrogant, and they knew it, because they, too, were looked down upon by it.

However, the hatred that Blade & Soul expressed today seems a bit too intense.

People of their cultivation level possess incredibly powerful spiritual senses, making them naturally more perceptive of artifact spirits.

"Why do I feel that the sword spirit still harbors hatred?" Nangong Yue, a master weapon refiner, asked.

That's even stranger.

Everyone knows it's an evil sword; it wanted to kill Chu Huaixu, and everyone can understand that.

But why is there hatred?
Standing atop the mountain, Chu Huaixu possessed the [Heart Sword], and his perception of the weapon's spirit was equally acute.

Therefore, he was fully aware of all the emotions of the bronze sword.

He raised his head, spoke with difficulty, his voice still incredibly hoarse, trembling slightly, but he was trying hard to calm himself:

"you hate me?"

I know why you hate me!

Chu Huaixu laughed, he laughed again, this time even more unrestrained and joyful.

Because he sensed that the killing intent and hatred emanating from the bronze sword had intensified. Damn it, he was practicing the Daoist Canon!
It's the complete version of the Daoist Canon!
The same Daoist canon that the Daoist Ancestor practiced!
"It seems the legend is indeed true," Chu Huaixu thought to himself.

"The Dao Ancestor has been suppressing this evil sword!"

How could it not hate it!
The wind atop Cangling Mountain was quite noisy.

Chu Huaixu began to raise his right hand with difficulty.

Although the sword was floating in the air, it wasn't flying very high.

He could touch the tip of the sword simply by raising his hand.

The veins on Chu Huaixu's large hands bulged, and the small sword within his sea of ​​consciousness also surged with fighting spirit.

After reaching the summit, he wanted to find out where or what that mysterious pull came from.

It definitely didn't come from that ugly sword!
However, the spiritual pressure was too strong, and both his physical body and his sea of ​​consciousness were on the verge of collapse.

So much so that he was somewhat unaware of that inexplicable feeling; it was overshadowed.

As a result, in an instant, the spiritual pressure generated by the bronze sword completely dissipated.

A hint of doubt flashed in Chu Huaixu's eyes.

But he probably understood in his heart.

The sword had already sensed that he was about to reach out and touch it.

It is locked on this mountain and cannot be moved an inch.

So it is waiting.

Along the way, Chu Huaixu touched so many swords.

Now that we've come all this way to the top of the mountain, it's certainly not just to look at it!

What's so interesting to see?

What's more, it's so ugly.

Chu Huaixu was convinced that this sword could not kill anyone now.

“Over the past thousand years, every generation of Sword Masters has gone up the mountain to challenge the sword, a fact known throughout the world,” he thought to himself.

"If it still possesses the ability to kill, none of these Sword Masters would have survived."

"How could those raging demonic flames possibly let go of the opportunity to succumb to bloodlust?"

“Since the Dao Ancestor left it here, it must be safe.”

"At best, it can only exert spiritual pressure, and even that can only be released through the restrictions."

"I just don't know, under these circumstances, how should we fight when the Sword Masters come to ask us for swordsmanship advice?"

This is undoubtedly beyond the level of understanding that Chu Huaixu can currently obtain the answer to.

The Sword Masters of each generation were at least eighth-realm experts.

He closed his eyes and felt the emotions transmitted by the [Heart Sword].

"Alright, then so be it!" He suddenly opened his eyes and spoke in a hoarse voice.

Chu Huaixu's fingertips touched the blade of the bronze sword, and the next moment, he was sent flying backward!
Previously, the reason why those spirit swords flew away after he touched them was actually because the sword spirits were shaken away, and the swords flew away with them.

At this very moment, he is the same.

The sword in my mind's eye is too sickly, its condition is too poor.

It is far from reaching its limit; it can only be considered to have just begun.

Chu Huaixu was not surprised by this outcome.

Although the superior-grade spirit sword was knocked away, it was still enough to make him take half a step back, let alone this.

But it fucking hurts!

He fell to the ground, but didn't seem to feel anything amiss.

The main problem was that his sea of ​​consciousness almost completely collapsed!

This caused him to experience a sudden blackout, a pain as if his mental world had been torn apart.

My head is about to explode!

But Chu Huaixu has no regrets.

The moment his fingertips touched the bronze sword, a system notification sounded in his ear.

"[Ding! You have completed the passive quest - Sword Spirit Aura.]"

In addition, as the spiritual pressure dissipated, he finally knew where that mysterious pull came from!
Furthermore, he realized that the rank of his [Heart Sword] seemed to be no worse than that of the sword spirit of the bronze sword!
However, it's more like it's at its lowest point, while it's at its peak.

Chu Huaixu struggled to his feet and looked up at the sword high above him.

It looked down at him from its superior position, still displaying undisguised arrogance, hatred, resentment, and murderous intent.
Now that he had been knocked away once, the sword spirit was even more mocking.

"You seem very happy and proud?" Chu Huaixu said.

He patted the dust off his body, then used his relatively clean sleeve to wipe his face, removing some of the blood.

The wind was strong at the mountaintop, making his black robe flutter and his long, jet-black hair dance behind him.

Chu Huaixu opened his bloodshot eyes and stepped forward again.

The sword hovered in the air, no longer emitting spiritual pressure, not minding blasting this ant away one more time.

Seeing his current disheveled state, the instigator must be quite pleased.

However, Chu Huaixu did not reach out to touch it. Instead, he grabbed the black bead hanging on the scabbard at top speed!
That pull comes from this black bead.

The jet-black scabbard lay flat on the stone platform, simple and elegant.

This bead shows no signs of anything special, and its texture is not translucent.

After being blasted away, Chu Huaixu had already made a decision and received his answer.

This black bead is his choice at this moment.

Because it also draws upon the spiritual power within his body generated by the Daoist Canon!

Chu Huaixu gripped the bead with his right hand and placed his left hand on the charred black travel token, ready to crush the wooden token at any moment to activate the teleportation array and return to the foot of the mountain.

However, the strange phenomenon occurred in that instant.

The scabbard is placed on the stone platform, sealed there by a restriction, and cannot be moved.

This black bead still looks ordinary, like a common item.

But the black rope tied to the scabbard did not break.

A mysterious power, perceptible only to Chu Huaixu, emanated from the black bead and spread outwards, draining all the spiritual energy from his body.

He held the bead in his hand, and with a forceful tug, he tore off the jet-black scabbard as well.

The seal was broken instantly, and the scabbard crashed into his arms.

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