Chapter 139: Chapter 130: Sword Sect and Sword Venerable

In a secluded corner of the Martial Arts Arena, a family of three chatted about their recent situations.

Chu Huaixu was like a father asking his wandering son: “Are you coming home for dinner today?”

Xu Ziqing shook his head, saying: “Junior Martial Uncle wants me to return as soon as the competition is over.”

The young man showed a dejected expression, saying: “I really miss Senior Sister Han’s cooking. Over there, I can only eat Grain Avoidance Pills every day.”

“I can’t sleep well without hearing Senior Brother’s snoring…” The young man rambled on, as honest as ever.

As a result, Chu Huaixu got angry: “What nonsense are you talking about? I never snore! And you can hear it through two doors? Sounds like we’re sleeping together.”

Xiaoxu immediately shut his mouth.

But he indeed heard the thunderous snoring.

During that time, Chu Huaixu was undergoing special training from his master, both physically and mentally exhausted, something he wasn’t aware of.

Han Shuangjiang listened to their conversation, a smile appearing on her face.

She, like a gentle and kind mother, said to the child studying away from home: “It’s fine, being able to cultivate under someone like Junior Martial Uncle is an opportunity others dream of. When you come back, I’ll make your favorite braised pork.”

“Thank you, Senior Sister Han!” A smile appeared on Xu Ziqing’s face.

Listening from the side, Chu Huaixu inwardly complained: “Acting like an old mother, even though you’re a few months younger than Xiaoxu.”

As mentioned earlier, among the four protagonists, Han Shuangjiang was actually the youngest.

But her strong elder sister aura and mature demeanor, often with a cold face, carrying the script of a female protagonist, often made people overlook this.

Of course, the dead fox sometimes would tease her by calling her “Senior Sister Han” on purpose.

After chatting a bit more, he lightly patted Xiaoxu’s shoulder, saying: “Alright, you should hurry back then.”

Xu Ziqing took a deep look at the two, then reluctantly bid farewell.

The young man carried a huge sword box, waved back at them after taking a few steps.

Watching his back, Han Shuangjiang couldn’t help but say: “In a few days, it will be Mid-Autumn Festival.”

“Is it?” Chu Huaixu said.

Mid-Autumn Festival, a time for family reunions.

But before these three entered the Daoist Sect, they were all homeless.

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Beyond the Mountain, Wenda Peak.

Inside the Daoist Hall, it was livelier than usual today.

Besides the high-ranking members of the Daoist Sect, there were also some great cultivators from the Outer Sect.

Like Situ Cheng, one of the Four Great Divine Swords, was also seated here.

In the four great sects, the leader from Spring and Autumn Mountain was named Mei Chuxue.

A name that appeared rather poetic, yet with a hint of humor due to its pronunciation.

This woman’s cultivation was at the Eighth Realm Early Stage, dressed rather sensually and provocatively, in a slit red dress. While seated, her smooth jade legs were exposed, and her right ankle adorned with a silver anklet as decoration.

Her body was similar to Nangong Yue, full and voluptuous, although not as impressive as Elder Nangong’s.

Their temperaments were also significantly different.

Nangong Yue had a gentle, virtuous aura, like a typical good wife. Mei Chuxue, on the other hand, was enchanting and fiery, with captivating almond-shaped eyes.

However, they had a common trait, both being rare Artifact Refining Grandmasters in the Profound Yellow Realm, standing at the pinnacle of the Artifact Refining Realm for women!

Their seats were next to each other, they were old acquaintances, but didn’t seem to get along.

Mei Chuxue found Nangong Yue dull, rigid, conservative, the kind who would remain faithful to her dao companion even if widowed, the type who would apply for a memorial arch for chastity from the court.

Nangong Yue felt Mei Chuxue was indiscreet, abrupt, a seductive troublemaker.

Spring and Autumn Mountain was notorious for having many eccentrics, as the sect emphasized passion and desire in their Dao practice.

Sitting across from them was the leader of Luotian Valley from the four great sects.

This person was also an Eighth Realm great cultivator, named Teng Lingyi.

He appeared rather handsome, but with a heavy scholarly air, and a slightly gloomy look in his eyes, like a frustrated scholar.

In reality, he was the head elder of Luotian Valley, holding a position similar to Lu Pan in the Daoist Sect.

As for Situ Cheng of the Sword Sect, he was sitting in a slouching position, with his right leg crossed on the chair.

The hair on his temples was already gray.

The rest of his hair also had strands of silver.

Appearing somewhat gaunt and aged, but his eyes still sparkled with clarity, not dim at all.

In fact, this junior of the Sword Venerable was among the youngest in the hall.

He was only four years older than Chu Yinyin.

Due to a dangerous experience during his youth while training with the current Sword Venerable, he burnt part of his life force, leaving him with this appearance.

However, neither Mei Chuxue nor Teng Lingyi would stand a chance against him in a real fight.

In the cultivation realm, most sword cultivators spend their lives passionately devoted to the sword.

Unlike many cultivators who also learn Artifact Refining, Alchemy, Array, and other money-making skills.

This often makes sword cultivators the most powerful in combat, and the poorest.

A group of incredibly proud paupers.

But sword zealots usually don’t care, only feeling this as something to be proud of!

These old acquaintances were warmly chatting until Daoist Junior Martial Uncle Jiang Zhi appeared in the hall.

Everyone stood up to greet him.

After all, his strength and seniority were apparent.

Jiang Zhi nodded slightly, then sat at the head seat.

Situ Cheng looked at him, sighing: “It’s been three years since I last met with Uncle Jiang after the battle at Red Water.”

Jiang Zhi glanced at him coldly, saying: “No need for pretense, you’re just looking for another sword duel, sword fanatic?”

“Indeed, I have the intention to spar again,” a gleam of confidence flashed in Situ Cheng’s eyes.

The Daoist Junior Martial Uncle chuckled, “From what I’ve seen these past three years, you haven’t made much progress. Forget about challenging the sword; it’d be better to let your Senior Brother do it.”

Upon hearing his Sword Venerable Senior Brother being mentioned, Situ Cheng immediately looked displeased.

“Junior Martial Uncle Jiang, my Senior Brother is only slightly stronger than me. If he can challenge the sword, so can I.”

“Are you sure it’s only slightly stronger?” Jiang Zhi laughed.

Situ Cheng furrowed his brow and said, “Every time, he narrowly escapes with a lucky win!”

Throughout his life, he loved to compare himself with his Sword Venerable Senior Brother.

In his youth, he was clearly the favorite disciple of their master, while his Senior Brother was nothing!

But later on, his Senior Brother’s cultivation advanced rapidly, and now he has become the Sword Venerable of the Sword Sect.

Each time they dueled, Situ Cheng would narrowly lose.

Always just a hair’s breadth away, yet unable to surpass it.

This only deepened the obsession in Situ Cheng’s heart.

He started to compare himself with the Sword Venerable in everything.

As for what Jiang Zhi said, he didn’t take it to heart at all.

Situ Cheng was sure that his Senior Brother was just a tiny bit stronger than him!

Because it’s widely known that the Sword Venerable of the Sword Sect is an incredibly sincere person.

— He never lies.

The two of them grew up together, and Situ Cheng believed no one understood the Sword Venerable better than he did.

He was often displeased with their master for being so honest in his early years.

An absolutely sincere person, how could he possibly be acting?

No way the Sword Venerable would be genuine to everyone else but deceive only Situ Cheng, right?

Jiang Zhi looked at Situ Cheng’s expression and didn’t say anything further in the end.

After all, Situ Cheng loved to be mysterious, now with an attitude of knowing more than he revealed, he added:

“You have a point, after all, it’s well known that the Sword Venerable of this generation is a rare sincere person in the world.”

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, everyone started discussing the main topic.

— [Origin Spirit Realm]!

“Let’s talk about it; how each of our sects is preparing for the Origin Spirit Realm,” said Jiang Zhi.

Mei Chuxue was the first to speak, “Our sect’s disciple Kuimu Quan, with First Realm Great Perfection cultivation, proves the Dao through killing, mastered the Supreme Heart Method of Spring and Autumn Mountain, and possesses the Geng Metal Spirit Vein. He is the perfect candidate to enter the Origin Spirit Realm.”

Sect Leader Xiang Yan, being a polite person, nodded frequently and said, “Not bad, not bad.”

Teng Lingyi then said, “Our Luo Tian Valley’s disciple Zhao Xinghan, also with First Realm Great Perfection cultivation, has completed the first volume of the Heaven-Encompassing Dao Skill, possesses the Super Grade Spiritual Artifact Danqing Mountain and River Scroll, and his Divine Sense rivals that of a Second Realm cultivator, is the perfect candidate to enter the Origin Spirit Realm.”

Xiang Yan once again wore an ugly smile and also praised, “Very good, very good.”

Everyone’s eyes then fell on Situ Cheng.

He spoke in a deep voice, “Our Sword Sect’s disciple Geng Tianhe, with First Realm Great Perfection cultivation, possesses the Super Grade Spiritual Artifact Life and Death Sword, and has already stepped into the threshold of Great River Sword Intent, with a foot half into the Sword Intent Realm, mastered the first volume of the ’Sword Scripture’, and is a once-in-a-century Gang Sword Spiritual Embryo. He is indeed the perfect candidate for the Origin Spirit Realm!”

After speaking, he looked towards Xiang Yan, waiting for his evaluation.

Though the Daoist Sect and the Sword Sect have always been at odds, Xiang Yan still acknowledged the matter, thus he said, “Not bad either.”

However, when Situ Cheng heard this, he felt a bit uncomfortable.

Others were praised as “not bad, not bad,” “very good, very good,” but for me, it’s only “not bad either”?

He believed the Sword Sect’s disciple Geng Tianhe was definitely a cut above those two!

There’s still some time before the Origin Spirit Realm opens.

Perhaps there’s still time to comprehend the Celestial River Sword Intent!

“Such a prodigy, looking across the entire East Continent, try finding another if you can!” Situ Cheng thought.

This disciple is no weaker than I was back in the day!

Our Sword Sect with your Daoist Sect indeed bear the most antagonistic relationship due to numerous historical issues, verbal clashes are inevitable.

Just like the diplomatic relations between countries, Mirror Country and Moon Country don’t keep things courteous, often exchanging harsh words with firm stances.

But the excellence of Geng Tianhe can’t be denied, right?

“Seeing Sect Leader Xiang’s attitude, could it be that your Daoist Sect has recently produced a prodigy unknown to me?” Situ Cheng said.

The members of the Daoist Sect knew that it was time for Little Junior Sister to make her entrance.

Typically, in such situations, no one likes to bring along Little Junior Sister, fearing that she might say something to mess things up.

However, as the Four Great Sects had always competed and compared in secret, today the Daoist Sect wanted to show off a bit, therefore they’d need Little Junior Sister’s words.

Sure enough, Chu Yinyin, whose legs were short and legs swaying in the air, immediately leapt down from the big chair.

“Stepped into the threshold of Sword Intent?” She chuckled.

“It seems the current fortune of the Sword Dao doesn’t belong to your Sword Sect!”

Upon hearing this, Situ Cheng and everyone else immediately turned their gaze towards her.

“What do you mean by that?” Situ Cheng’s heart tightened.

Could it be, after Shen Man, the Daoist Sect has produced another Sword Dao prodigy?

Could the Daoist Sect have a young sword cultivator who could rival Geng Tianhe?

Chu Yinyin raised her chin with a look of smugness and pride on her slightly chubby baby face.

She took a few steps forward to the center of the hall, then raised her small hand and extended two fingers.

“Mentioning one who has barely stepped into Sword Intent is unnecessary.”

“Among those who have just comprehended Sword Intent, our Daoist Sect has two!”

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