Danwu Refining Spirit

Chapter Sixty: The Immortal-Slaying Sword

At this moment, Xiao Chong didn't hear a word of the elders' gossip, because his hand was already on the hilt of the Immortal-Slaying Sword.

The moment the sword hilt touched his hand, a chilling coldness instantly spread throughout Xiao Chong's body, seemingly freezing even his thoughts.

But that wasn't the worst part. What was even more unbearable was that the chill seemed to carry waves of energy, constantly assaulting Xiao Chong's mind.

"Giggle..."

Xiao Chong felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar that had stood for millennia. His teeth chattered uncontrollably, and in no time, his body, hair, and eyebrows were covered in a layer of frost.

"This...this..." Xiao Kaixin and Yin Changkong felt like crying their eyes out, but they were completely helpless. Yin Changkong, in particular, sat down on the ground and buried his head deep in his crotch.

"Serves you right! Serves you right for sticking your neck out." Several elders thought to themselves, but they couldn't say it out loud because of their status, and they had a hard time holding back.

The people inside the armory each had their own thoughts and reacted very differently, but Xiao Chong was completely unaware of this.

He was trying his best to keep his mind active so as not to be frozen in place by the chill emanating from the Immortal-Slaying Sword.

The waves, chilly and fierce, grew ever more rapid and powerful, one after another. Under the onslaught of the waves, Xiao Chong found it increasingly difficult to concentrate, as if he were adrift in a vast ocean, completely at the mercy of the current.

Another wave surged in, lifting Xiao Chong's mind to the crest, about to slam him hard onto the sea. Xiao Chong had a premonition that if he were to fall solidly this time, he would likely be shattered to pieces, with no chance of ever emerging from the waves again.

"Damn it, Dingling! Why are you messing with me like this!" Xiao Chong cursed inwardly, having no other choice but to accept his fate.

Sensing Xiao Chong's anger, the cauldron spirit was also bewildered, but he quickly figured out the reason.

What's the use of just memorizing the sword incantation when you sheath your sword? Even reciting it silently has an effect. You do nothing but touch the Immortal-Slaying Sword, and you still have the nerve to scold me?

This is such a terrible injustice, even more so than that of Dou E! The aggrieved Dingling decided to find an opportunity to settle this score with Xiao Chong.

But now we can only work together to get through this difficult time, otherwise we might all perish together, or rather, perish together.

This word doesn't seem quite right either. Who is the jade, and who is the stone? It's hard to say. Let's forget about it. In such a critical moment, let's not worry about the gains and losses of a single word.

The spirit of the cauldron secretly despised itself, then mustered its divine sense and thrust it into Xiao Chong's head, shouting at the same time, "Sword incantation! Recite the sword incantation!"

After cursing the spirit of the cauldron, Xiao Chong felt utterly hopeless. Just as he was about to make a final struggle, he felt a sharp pain in his head, as if he had been stabbed hard by a golden needle, and he instantly regained his senses for a moment.

Upon hearing Dingling's shout, Xiao Chong, while still lucid, mustered the last bit of his energy and let the few words of the sword-sheathing incantation flow through his mind.

In Xiao Chong's perception, the wave had already thrown him down, but suddenly it stabilized and gently lifted his mind onto the sea surface.

In an instant, the wind and waves subsided, and the frost on Xiao Chong's body rapidly dissipated, turning into a mist that rose into the air and gently drifted away with the airflow in the room, leaving no trace.

All of this happened in a very short time and was completed within Xiao Chong's mind; outsiders could not see any clues at all.

In the eyes of Xiao Kaixin, Yin Changkong, and several elders, all they saw was Xiao Chong frozen by the frost, motionless as if in a daze. A moment later, they heard the Immortal-Slaying Sword emit a dragon's roar, the sword leaped, struggled violently a few times, and then obediently came into Xiao Chong's grasp.

"How could this be? Could it really be a divine object recognizing its master? But this kid doesn't seem to have anything special about him." An elder jumped up, circling around Xiao Chong, muttering to himself, his face full of disbelief.

“That’s right, this is too unreasonable. Could it be that there’s something wrong with the Immortal-Slaying Sword today?” Another elder stepped forward and carefully touched the sword.

"what!"

The elder was jolted and sent flying, crashing into the wall like a painting, where he remained motionless for a long time.

Seeing this, the other elders exchanged glances, took a step back, and dared not step forward again.

Amidst the astonishment of the elders, Xiao Kaixin suddenly burst into tears, crying out, "Heaven has opened its eyes, our ancestors have blessed us, and finally someone in the Xiao family can wield the Immortal-Slaying Sword!"

"Waaah... Hahaha..." Xiao Kaixin cried for a while and laughed for a while, tears streaming down her face like a river that had been released from its dam and could no longer be contained.

"Phew!" Yin Changkong also breathed a sigh of relief, struggling to stick his head out of his crotch.

Amidst the joyful, puzzled, or fearful gazes of the crowd, Xiao Chong, wielding the Immortal-Slaying Sword, twirled it in a stylish flourish and sighed, "Indeed, 'divine weapons are only for the virtuous.' The ancients were right!"

Everyone seemed to be frightened by Xiao Chong's heroic appearance, speechless with astonishment. Only the cauldron spirit dared to challenge Xiao Chong's divine might.

"Narcissist!" the cauldron spirit scoffed, severing its mental connection with Xiao Chong.

Xiao Chong was displaying his legendary domineering aura when he heard the word "narcissist," and he froze, almost catching his sword in the air.

"Since you helped me, I won't hold it against you this time." In a great mood, Xiao Chong ignored the spirit of the cauldron, put away the Immortal-Slaying Sword, and casually hung it on his waist.

"Clan leader? Clan leader?" Seeing Xiao Kaixin still immersed in happiness, Xiao Chong walked up to him, waved his hand in front of his eyes a few times, and asked softly.

Xiao Kaixin was still in a daze and remained unmoved by Xiao Chong's actions.

I picked up this Immortal-Slaying Sword; it has nothing to do with you. Why are you so agitated?

Besides, you are the head of a clan, and you are quite old. Don't you feel ashamed to be crying like this in front of so many people?