Chapter 67: Chapter 65: All Nine Orifices Opened, Evil Sword Stirs

At the foot of Hidden Spirit Mountain, the upper echelons of the Daoist Sect gathered, with only Elder Qi Shen Man still confining himself within the Purple Bamboo Forest.

They did not fly high to overlook the mountain and observe the whole view from above.

Because the entire mountain was equipped with a No-Fly Array, anyone below the Ninth Realm could only ascend on foot.

“Sect Leader, what’s the situation here?” Elder Zhao Shuqi, who had slightly squinting eyes, was squinting so much now they were almost closed.

Xiang Yan raised his bald head, which resembled an egg, and gazed into the distance at the heights of Hidden Spirit Mountain.

“It doesn’t seem too happy?” he said.

“That’s more than just not happy; it seems to be having a full-blown tantrum,” Great Elder Lu Pan said, his eyebrows knit tightly, the creases on his forehead deep as if carved by a knife.

“What is the reason?” Xiang Yan looked towards Nangong Yue.

After all, Nangong Yue was the only Artifact Refining Grandmaster present.

She understood spiritual artifacts better than anyone else.

“Don’t look at me; I don’t know either. Although I’m an Artifact Refining Grandmaster, this sword is beyond the range of what I can forge.” Ninth Elder Nangong Yue waved her hands repeatedly in front of her two soft mounds.

Sect Leader Xiang Yan clicked his tongue in wonder: “There was no one who ascended the mountain to challenge it tonight. Why is it so angry then?”

Li Chunsong mumbled at the side: “No, if there were someone to challenge it, wouldn’t it always be excited?”

The crowd discussed among themselves, but couldn’t figure anything out.

Only Tenth Elder Chu Yinyin looked up at her senior brothers and sisters, somewhat tired of listening.

“What’s so strange about being angry? Sometimes, when I wake up early, I also want to throw a tantrum for no reason,” she said.

“This sword has been suppressed on the mountain for a thousand years, a whole thousand years!” she gestured with her hands.

Lu Pan glanced at her immediately: “Little Junior Sister, mind your words. It was sealed by the Dao Ancestor on the mountain, waiting for the destined one.”

“Tch! Locking it with an entire Treasure Mountain and saying it isn’t suppression, you’re always telling me to mind my words…” Chu Yinyin thought to herself.

Sect Leader Xiang Yan lowered his head, pondering, his uniquely unattractive face full of doubt.

“I’ve been Sect Leader for so many years, and this sword has never shown such activity.”

“Never mind, I’ll go up the mountain and take a look.”

“Let’s go together!” everyone agreed.

Yet, just after they took a few steps, the mountain stopped trembling.

“Has it calmed down?” Chu Yinyin looked up, confused: “Should we still climb up?”

No one bothered to respond to her, and they continued their ascent.

This sword is a supreme treasure of the realm, the salvation sword left by the Dao Ancestor.

Now that it shows unusual signs, we cannot treat it carelessly.

When the group reached the mountain peak, the sword had returned to its usual state, showing no signs of abnormality, and their trip was fruitless.

It merely floated in the air, motionless, yet it felt aloof and above all else.

Though it was just a sword, it gave the impression of being alive.

If you looked up at it, you’d feel like it was looking down on you with disdain.

Whether one was a Sixth Realm individual like Chu Yinyin or an Eighth Realm like Xiang Yan, it looked down on everyone equally.

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Inside the bamboo house, at the break of dawn, Chu Huaixu climbed out of bed.

He had a long, long dream, dreaming he returned to his childhood, to that supposedly home-like home, dreaming of the man who would beat him and his mother every few days.

Until he grew bigger and taller.

When the man hit him and his mother again, no matter how painful the stick that fell on his body was, he would protect his mother, and then…

— Hit back!

He was afraid of pain, afraid of it since childhood.

Who in the world isn’t afraid of pain?

But he dreaded more the idea of him being the only one hurting while that drunken man reveled in satisfaction.

Later, his mother left, and the man grew old.

The man seemed to start to change, becoming kinder, wanting to shower him with paternal love, becoming caring.

But Chu Huaixu knew, it wasn’t that the man had turned good; it was just that he had grown old—he couldn’t be bad anymore.

He had never reconciled with him or with himself.

Many adults hit children just to make the children remember the hitting.

Now, so many years have passed, and you ask me why I still remember?

At this moment, Chu Huaixu sat on the bed and shook his head hard.

“I haven’t had these messy dreams for quite a while.” He lowered his eyes slightly.

Perhaps it was because the pain was too much last night?

But he still felt the stick in his memory hurt more.

After taking a long breath to expel the stale air, Chu Huaixu stood up, stretched his body, the gloom dissipating, as if changing his face, he returned to his usual playful, rascally demeanor.

He felt the power in his physical body, clenching his fists tightly, making the signature “Super Saiyan” pose.

“The improvement of the Ninth Acupoint is so great?” He was slightly surprised.

Now, if Liu Chenggong stood before him without using spiritual power, he would definitely not narrowly lose, and he could even fight him to death if he went all out.

“Nine Acupoints Powerhouse, terrifying indeed!” Chu Huaixu suddenly felt that his recent hardships had been worth it.

No longer needing to cultivate the “Refining Sword Formulas”, he felt as light as a feather, both body and mind clear.

After a brief wash, he pushed open the bamboo house door.

The sky was just beginning to brighten, and the Big Ice Cube next door hadn’t risen yet.

Chu Huaixu did nothing but sat on the high wooden fence, admiring the morning on Medicine Mountain.

The breeze lifted his jet-black long hair, and his feet swung lazily in mid-air.

After a while, he heard the sound of a door opening next door.

“Seems like my five senses have greatly enhanced too?” Chu Huaixu thought, somewhat surprised.

He still sat on the fence, leaning back, his head slightly tilted back, looking sideways at Han Shuangjiang, saying: “You’re up.”

Big Ice Cube looked at him, and the first thing he said was, “You fell into a coma again yesterday, right?”

“Yeah.” Chu Huaixu was already used to it and no longer felt embarrassed.

——But he couldn’t let it happen in front of Xu Ziqing!

“I knew you fainted.” Han Shuangjiang said, “Last night, there was an earthquake on Medicine Mountain, a small one.”

“Hmm?” Chu Huaixu was astonished, “Really?”

The cold-faced girl nodded.

Chu Huaixu jumped down from the railing, “That’s not right, with the Mountain Protection Array in place, how could there be an earthquake? The source must be inside [Beyond the Mountain].”

Han Shuangjiang nodded.

“Did the sect announce what happened?” he asked.

“No,” Big Ice Cube replied.

“Then don’t overthink it, it’s not something we registered disciples should bother with,” he said.

A small earthquake is at most just the bed shaking a few times.

What Chu Huaixu was more concerned about now was, “Has your Ninth Acupoint opened?”

“It has.” Han Shuangjiang had been cultivating deep into the night last night.

“That’s good, have breakfast, and we’ll head to the Library Pavilion together.”

“Mm.”

The thought of soon acquiring a First Realm cultivation technique made the cold-faced girl’s heart inexplicably excited.

After a simple breakfast, the two headed to the Library Pavilion together.

Chu Huaixu was filled with excitement, on reaching the First Realm, he could use that Pass Token to go to [Hidden Spirit Mountain]!

The two moved quickly along the way.

The Library Pavilion was not on Medicine Mountain but on Book Mountain, one of the three peaks of the Outer Sect.

The place for exchanging treasures for sect contribution points in the Outer Sect was also on Book Mountain, simply named the Treasure Pavilion.

Cultivation techniques, spirit pills, spiritual artifacts, heavenly and earthly treasures… can all be sold to the Treasure Pavilion to exchange for sect contribution points.

Of course, you can also buy things here.

Book Mountain also has an Affairs Hall, which is simply the place where Outer Sect disciples receive sect tasks.

By working hard, one can earn contribution points.

If you need help from your fellow disciples, you can also go to the Affairs Hall to put up a bounty with your contribution points.

Besides this, next to the Library Pavilion on Book Mountain, there are also Training Rooms.

Every Training Room is equipped with a Spirit Gathering Array.

Cultivating inside there provides denser spiritual qi and faster progress.

Of course, it also requires spending contribution points.

For both, it was their first visit to Book Mountain, so they walked and stopped, much like Granny Liu entering the Grand View Garden.

The stone steps leading up Book Mountain are named [Path of Diligence], which Chu Huaixu found quite interesting.

——The path up Book Mountain is diligence, the sea of learning is boundless as a boat of hard work.

It’s a bit of cleverness from “Borrowed Sword”.

The Library Pavilion was at the mountain’s peak, and it took the two a good while to reach it.

When they entered the first floor of the Library Pavilion, they found many senior brothers and sisters wearing [Outer Sect Disciple] tokens watching.

At this moment, a registered disciple with Nine Acupoints Fully Open was trying hard to break the array in the eastern section of the first floor.

He had already broken the first array, which contained Yellow Level Techniques.

In the Profound Yellow Realm, cultivation techniques and techniques are similarly divided into four levels: Heaven, Earth, Profound, and Yellow.

The Library Pavilion in the Outer Mountain stands four stories tall.

The first floor is for First Realm techniques, the second for the Second Realm, the third for the Third Realm, and the fourth is entirely techniques.

These Outer Sect disciples were simply watching the fun.

Daoist Sect among the Four Great Sects most emphasizes fate, and once someone gets a chance, it stirs up waves.

Once there’s a commotion, word spreads mouth to mouth, and people come to watch the excitement.

Watching such spectacles is a habit easy to form, so people in the Daoist Sect are also fond of watching the fun…

At this moment, some were cheering, while others were stirring up trouble.

“Junior brother, keep going! Trust senior brother, this second barrier is easy to break.”

“Don’t stop, not many in our Daoist Sect cultivate Yellow Level Techniques.”

The mindset of these Outer Sect disciples is understandable, as they’ve also come up this way, much like university seniors watching freshman military training with half a watermelon in hand.

A middle-aged man in a white robe was idly looking at a Time Measuring Incense burning before him; he was responsible for overseeing the affairs on the first floor of the Library Pavilion and was long tired of such things.

At this moment, as Chu Huaixu and Han Shuangjiang walked in, they attracted quite a few side-glances.

Handsome men and beautiful women are always the focus of any crowd.

Of course, if like Sect Leader Xiang Yan you’re uniquely ugly, you would also naturally attract attention.

Among them, a grinning senior brother was clearly an extrovert, the kind who was quite sociable.

Noticing Chu Huaixu and Han Shuangjiang also watching, he actively struck up a conversation, “Are you two junior disciples also here for First Realm techniques with your Nine Acupoints open?”

“Correct,” Chu Huaixu replied.

“I’m Chen Jiye; you can call me Senior Brother Chen. Congratulations in advance on your upcoming promotion from registered disciple to Outer Sect disciple. How should I address you?” Chen Jiye asked.

“Chu Huaixu.”

“Han Shuangjiang.”

They both answered politely and softly, and unexpectedly, Senior Brother Chen reacted exaggeratedly.

“So you are Chu Huaixu and Han Shuangjiang!?” he exclaimed loudly.

For a moment, everyone around turned their heads, and even the white-robed steward of the Library Pavilion looked up.

Even the registered disciple struggling with the array barrier stiffened slightly at hearing these names and couldn’t resist looking back.

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