Chapter 125: Chapter 117: Junior Martial Uncle Returns to the Sect

At the foot of the mountain, a group of cultivation experts exchanged glances, and some sighed inwardly.

“Sixth Junior Brother, go and bring that child down.” Xiang Yan ordered.

“Yes, Sect Leader.” Li Chunsong accepted the order.

Because there was a no-fly array on Hidden Spirit Mountain, he could only use his body technique to ascend the mountain.

Chu Huaixu quickly seized the opportunity to gather information, asking, “Sect Leader, is Xu Ziqing alright?”

“His life is certainly not in danger, but I’m unsure if the Spiritual Embryo is damaged,” Xiang Yan replied.

He gave Chu Huaixu a reassuring smile, which appeared more like a grimace, saying, “Rest assured, if anything really goes wrong, I… ahem, we will give him a Profound Celestial Fetal Breath Pill.”

Upon hearing this, Chu Yinyin muttered in her heart, “As stingy as ever!”

In her eyes, the Sect Leader was extremely fair in the distribution of sect resources.

But asking him to give up some personal resources was like climbing the heavens!

Chu Huaixu listened to the Sect Leader’s response, unsure whether to hope Xu Ziqing’s Spiritual Embryo was damaged or not.

“With his Innate Medicine-Striking Saint Body, even if most of the pill’s effects are used to restore the damaged Spiritual Embryo, the remaining effects should elevate him to Middle Grade,” he speculated inwardly.

After inquiring about his physical condition, he naturally wanted to ask about the Bronze Sword on the mountain.

“Sect Leader, Elders, with Xu Junior Brother’s current state, doesn’t that mean he has obtained the sword left by the Dao Ancestor?”

Xiang Yan replied, “Sort of.”

He did not speak too definitively.

The development of events was completely different from everyone’s expectations.

Everyone thought Chu Huaixu would obtain the sword, yet he ended up displeased with it, arguing atop the mountain.

Meanwhile, a previously unnoticed youth inexplicably unlocked part of the seal.

Xiang Yan looked at Chu Huaixu, thinking it appropriate to share a bit, and said,

“We initially thought you were the most likely to acquire that sword.”

“But unexpectedly, it was this child.”

“Chu Huaixu, I heard from the Sixth Junior Brother that this Xu Ziqing, an outer sect disciple, was previously a servant in your courtyard?”

Chu Huaixu nodded upon hearing this.

“He said you showed an appreciation for talent; did you discover some strengths in him?” Xiang Yan asked.

Everyone focused on the young man in a black robe, waiting for his answer.

“Sect Leader, Elders, previously, I learned a Martial World Palm Technique from Han Shuangjiang, and Xu Junior Brother fully comprehended it just by observing it a few times.”

“He told me he came from a prestigious Martial World Sword Dao family and could effortlessly learn any sword art since he was young.”

“Recently, I found that he has great talent in the field of Technique, with high comprehension, possibly learning techniques faster than I do.”

Upon hearing this, everyone exclaimed in surprise, “Even faster than you?”

From what they knew, Chu Huaixu had mastered two Profound Level Techniques to Minor Success in just a few days.

If he was even faster than that, what a prodigy he would be!

“It seems you’ve discovered a hidden gem for our Daoist Sect,” Xiang Yan praised with astonishment.

Chu Huaixu quickly followed his lead, playing along: “Then… can I earn Sect Contribution Points?”

Everyone laughed upon hearing this.

“You wish!” Fifth Elder Zhao Shuqi chuckled.

At this moment, Li Chunsong had already quickly brought Xu Ziqing down the mountain.

Chu Huaixu glanced over, seeing Xiaoxu empty-handed, with the Bronze Sword still at the mountaintop.

“Sixth Elder, why didn’t you bring down the sword?” he asked.

“You have high opinions of me. None of us can retrieve that sword; only when he wakes can he claim it himself.” Li Chunsong waved his hand, smiling.

He listened to these words, silently digesting the information he had gathered.

“I was hoping to borrow the sword to toy with it someday,” Chu Huaixu thought.

He figured if he wielded the sword, the Bronze Sword’s Sword Spirit would surely be infuriated.

Though because of the Heart Sword in his Sea of Consciousness, it seemed he couldn’t wield another sword.

“But if the object to be wielded is it, so hated by the Heart Sword, shouldn’t it also ally with me to bully it together?” he joked to himself.

Chu Huaixu was about to continue inquiring when the Daoist Sect leaders began to dismiss them.

“We will take good care of Xu Ziqing; his condition is special now, and we need to observe for a while.”

“Little Junior Sister, escort Chu Huaixu back,” ordered Sect Leader Xiang Yan.

“Alright.” Chu Yinyin agreed readily, feeling it’s only natural to send her own disciple back.

Little did she know, her beloved disciple internally complained, “Second Master, you really have no standing; chasing me away was fine, but they even excluded you from the conversation!”

“Peak of the Sixth Realm is really weak; how can you be so disappointing!”

Before leaving, Chu Huaixu looked deeply at Xiaoxu once more.

“Has the trajectory of fate really returned to the original path? Is this truly destined?”

“It seems not quite!” he thought.

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The Loli Elder soared into the sky, taking her future prized disciple to Medicine Mountain.

At the base of Hidden Spirit Mountain, the crowd watched their departing figures, and only then began to discuss.

“Sect Leader, what should we do with Xu Ziqing?” Li Chunsong asked.

The initial agreement was that everyone would focus on cultivating Chu Huaixu.

The other day, the gambling addict invited everyone for a drink, putting on a show in front of the junior martial sister, just to achieve this goal.

With Sword Heart Clarity and having mastered the “Dao Scripture,” as well as holding the Daoist Ancestor Sword Scabbard, he is undoubtedly the best candidate to enter the Origin Spirit Realm.

Yet today, someone became a Sword Attendant.

And it’s only… a half Sword Attendant?

This makes it quite complicated.

“Actually, we all know very well what Chu Huaixu will face once he enters the Origin Spirit Realm,” Xiang Yan said.

“Even though he has Sword Heart Clarity and has mastered the ’Dao Scripture,’ we can’t say he is completely assured.”

“In your hearts, you are not completely at ease either, are you?” Xiang Yan glanced around at everyone.

Everyone nodded in agreement.

After saying that, the bald Sect Leader glanced once more at the unconscious Xu Ziqing and sighed, “If this child can become a Sword Attendant, I trust that the Dao Ancestor must have arranged everything smoothly. Although only one restriction out of the nine on the Bronze Sword has been lifted, it should be enough.”

“It’s just unfortunate that such a blunder occurred now.”

The meaning was clear: whether Chu Huaixu or Xu Ziqing enters the Origin Spirit Realm, neither can guarantee absolute success!

“For now, we can only bet on both,” Xiang Yan decided.

“Chu Huaixu will continue to cultivate as he is, and as for Xu Ziqing, although he is not the chosen one, given the circumstances, let him practice ’Sword Nurturing Skill’ which was left by the Daoist Ancestor for Sword Attendants.”

“Right now, the East Continent Martial Competition is approaching.”

“These two children might eventually face each other in battle.”

“Whoever wins will take on this great responsibility and head to the Origin Spirit Realm.”

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded and said, “There is no other choice.”

Only the gambling addict, Li Chunsong, quickly noticed, “Doesn’t this mean we can gamble again then?”

Nangong Yue, her arms still crossed, looked at everyone and followed the Sect Leader’s words, “The East Continent Martial Competition is about to start. Junior Martial Uncle should return before the competition, right?”

“Naturally, Junior Martial Uncle distinguishes clearly when it comes to important matters,” the Law Enforcement Elder, Lu Pan, said.

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East Continent Mirror Country, Desolate North Mountain Range.

Inside an extremely concealed cave dwelling, at this moment, corpses were strewn everywhere, and blood flowed like a river.

A storyteller in white robes stood with his hands behind his back, his white robe still spotless.

The evil cultivators lying on the ground were all devoid of any life force.

Even their divine souls were completely annihilated, erased from existence.

The storyteller looked down at the pool of blood on the ground, faintly seeing his own reflection.

He looked at it for quite a while.

The farmer-looking Second Elder of the Daoist Sect was beside him, collecting the Junior Martial Uncle’s “spoils of war.”

After finishing looting the corpses, he walked over to the storyteller and said, “I didn’t expect there to be hidden evil cultivators in the Desolate North Mountain Range.”

The Daoist Junior Martial Uncle scoffed and said, “Originally, they would be even more hiding deep, but with the great calamity of heaven and earth approaching, they’ve become quite active.”

The large man nodded and asked, “Junior Martial Uncle, shall we continue back to the Sect?”

They had departed from the Imperial Capital of the Mirror Country just yesterday.

Passing through the Desolate North Mountain Range, the storyteller sensed something, and this demon-slaying fiend entered this hidden cave dwelling, starting a massacre of these evil cultivators.

Though he had fallen from the Ninth Realm, he was still one of the mightiest in the world.

How could those evil cultivators stand against him?

But the large man had a bad feeling. He thought this journey would be like today, with stops and delays.

The storyteller in white robe glanced at him.

This Second Elder of the Daoist Sect immediately shrank his neck, daring not to urge further.

“Counting the days, Xu Ziqing should soon have Nine Acupoints All Open,” the middle-aged man in the white robe said.

“But with his Pseudo Spiritual Embryo constitution, to cultivate to the First Realm First Heaven and then ascend Hidden Spirit Mountain, it will take quite some time.”

“No matter, returning early is still prudent.”

Upon hearing this, the large man couldn’t help but be pleasantly surprised.

Indeed, although Junior Martial Uncle usually acts on whims, he still knows how to handle important matters responsibly.

The storyteller glanced at his martial nephew and said, “Let’s go.”

With that, he led the way out of the cave dwelling.

The rough-skinned large man quickly caught up.

After the two left the cave dwelling, they traveled through the air.

However, after flying for a short while, not yet out of the Desolate North Mountain Range, the storyteller suddenly frowned and his figure vanished instantly.

The large man was speechless, “Why is there another hidden evil cultivator here!”

He could only console himself, “No worries, Junior Martial Uncle kills swiftly, it won’t delay for long.”

“With our speed traveling through the air, even at this pace, we should reach the Daoist Sect in about seven days, right?”

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