The Birth of Sword God-Chapter 281 - 248: Put the Sword Back in Its Sheath

Niu Yuanshan stared at Chu Huaixu's back, momentarily lost in thought.

He suddenly felt he was less and less able to see through this young man.

"Is it my thinking that's wrong, or is my vision just too small?" He couldn't figure it out for the moment.

What puzzled him even more was that, when Chu Huaixu made his choice, he was only at the First Realm in cultivation. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

At the First Realm, was his focus already larger than just one sect, larger than one country, let alone one continent?

A newly arrived cultivator, and his sights were already set on the whole Profound Yellow Realm?

"Why?"

Old Niu's heart was filled with complicated emotions, that ultimately just let out as a long sigh.

But for some reason, on seeing this young man's ambitions, he actually felt a bit gratified inside.

He actually knew very well that he was someone trapped inside a cage.

In fact, that's the norm for most people; only some cages are stronger, and some cages are much less tangible.

The bird caged, hates that Guan Yu cannot be Zhang Fei.

Men living in this world, even Bajie finds it hard to become Wukong.

Niu Yuanshan probably knew everything, understood everything, but past experiences meant he simply couldn't take that step no matter what.

He was old, old enough that he'd become used to it.

But Huo Dingyi whom he'd always seen as a junior… no, it's Chu Huaixu, he was still young.

"This different life—let him go live it."

At that thought, Niu Yuanshan swung his sleeve, brushed off the dust on himself, and stepped into the Disciple Courtyard as well.

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Time passed in a blink, and Chu Huaixu and the others had already completed nine rescue missions.

Just one more, and they could enter the Inner Sect, then move on to Junzi Temple.

On this point, Chu Huaixu was actually quite looking forward to it.

"I've heard that after entering Junzi Temple, there's an opportunity to get the Daoist Ancestor's Seal."

"That's a process everybody has to go through."

"Supposedly, they're all Two-Character Dao Seals, but Daoist Ancestor's Seal seems to choose the most suitable one for you out of three thousand options."

"High affinity matters too, that's just as important."

"Besides, just looking at how last time it was the {Nan Liujing} Seal, you can tell there's got to be some hidden trick in this."

Chu Huaixu even felt that this so-called Daoist Ancestor's Seal was more like… tailoring fate for you?

Of course, that wasn't the main point.

Chu Huaixu was eager to become a Daoist direct disciple, mostly out of his thirst for power.

Whether it was that so-called Moon Country Old State Preceptor, or the Black Moon Sect Leader who suddenly appeared, both made him somewhat uneasy.

"The weirdest thing is, the Old State Preceptor I actually know, that's Lin Zixuan's master—in Borrowed Sword he's even a righteous character, at the end I think he even sacrificed himself for the Dao."

"That dead geezer is treating me like the villain!" He was caught between laughing and crying.

"But as for this Black Moon Sect Leader, I never even heard of them when I played Borrowed Sword."

This left him more confused.

With the way Black Moon Sect was currently operating, it'd be hard for any player to miss them.

It made him realize that maybe, because of him as the variable, even the so-called main storyline of the game had massively changed!

"But thinking about it, it makes sense—I've even messed up the world protagonist pretty badly."

At this thought, he glanced at Big Ice Cube and Xiaoxu.

Soon enough, he put aside all those stray thoughts.

As a transmigrator, what he connected most deeply with right now was just this little makeshift home of theirs.

The other stuff—leave those bigshots to worry about it for now.

As for us…

Still the same sentiment: if the three of us can live well together, that's better than anything.

"Xiaoxu, go wash my shoes!" he called out loudly.

"Got it, senior brother!"

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Another day went by.

When the sun was high in the sky, the trio's Communication Talisman finally lit up.

The seasoned trio—practically a family by now—flipped themselves onto horseback, mounted their Divine Steeds, and sped down the mountain.

Chu Huaixu was in a pretty good mood.

The reason was simple: every rescue run, he'd rake in a big pile of experience points.

Of course, it wasn't always as generous as that time helping Old Niu.

But after steadily adding up, his experience on the panel now hit a whopping 1.6 million!

This had Chu Huaixu suddenly feeling a little fond of the Black Moon Sect Leader.

"You're actually a good person," he thought.

Back then, evil cultivators were like wild monsters—hard as hell to find, always hiding out and sneaking around.

Trying to find one was like knowing you've got cockroaches at home, but unless they show up right in front of you, you'll never manage to hunt them down.

But now, thanks to searching for things for the Sect Leader, they even dared come into Daoist Sect territory.

This wild monster farming life was just way too sweet.

"Count that as a merit!" Chu Huaixu silently said to the Black Moon Sect Leader.

But when he arrived at the site, his face instantly turned a shade nastier.

He'd expected a demon-hunting mission down the mountain, crazily reaping experience and basking in glory in front of his peers, making a real scene.

But as they got close to the site, he swept it with his Divine Sense and discovered things were nothing like that at all.

"Seems our Daoist disciples are fighting with Sword Sect disciples?" Han Shuangjiang turned to Chu Huaixu and spoke up.

She'd also just probed it from afar with her Divine Sense, and heard a lot of filthy cursing.

Big Ice Cube had also caught from the barrage that the others were Sword Sect disciples.

To be fair, gaggles of sect disciples going down the mountain and clashing with disciples from other sects was pretty common.

Especially… if it's Sword Sect!

Tension between Daoist Sect and Sword Sect was a long-standing, historical beef.

Maybe things were civil at first, but bit by bit it'd all fall apart as they talked.

But Chu Huaixu hadn't expected that this time, their rescue task was just a bunch of Outer Sect Disciples "calling for backup"?

It gave him the feeling he was right back in school, with mobs of kids messing around at the school gates.

Since it wasn't evil cultivators, Chu Huaixu's interest plummeted instantly; even his smile fled, and his face turned ugly.

Big Ice Cube and Xiaoxu started to wonder: Was he just born bloodthirsty?

That face switched too damn fast!

Still, on the principle of "well, we're already here," Chu Huaixu could only ride his Divine Steed forward with a cold face.

They arrived at a sheer stone wall, where five Daoist Sect disciples were facing off against nine Sword Sect disciples.

At the top of the precarious wall, a Spirit Grass had matured, radiating a faint fragrance.

One Sword Sect disciple said to the leader, "Senior Brother Meng, ignore them, let's just grab the Spirit Grass! What can their five do against us!"

As soon as he said this, a chorus of Sword Sect disciples echoed agreement.

"Yeah, Senior Brother Meng!"

"Spirit Grass grows here—so it's unclaimed; and we were here first."

"These Daoists claim they found it ages ago, but it wasn't ripe yet, and came today to harvest—who knows if that's just bullshit."

"Exactly, why bother talking so much to Daoist Sect people!"

The leader, Meng Xing, mused for a moment, then nodded, agreeing with his juniors' words.

On the Daoist side, seeing them about to snatch the Spirit Grass, tempers flared instantly.

"I'd like to see any of you dare!" one Daoist disciple drew his sword outright.

"Shing—!" A whole bunch of Sword Sect disciples, seeing swords drawn, followed suit.

Right then, hoofbeats sounded.

"Sheathe your sword." A deep, slightly disgruntled male voice came from behind.

If a fight broke out, the whole incident would be escalated.

At that moment, both Daoist and Sword Sect disciples were already worked up.

Hearing the voice, everyone frowned and turned to look back.

They saw three Divine Steeds galloping over, with the person in the center dressed in a black-gold robe, his cloak whipping about in the air.

He was strikingly handsome, tall and imposing, with a cold face as he stopped between the two camps.

The Daoist disciples, on seeing Chu Huaixu, had their expressions change instantly.

But with all the Sword Sect disciples' swords out, he didn't want to lose any face, still feeling a bit conflicted.

"I said, sheath your sword." Chu Huaixu spoke up again.

The rest of the Daoist disciples quickly tugged the middle guy's robe, hinting for him to behave.

"Clink—!" The sword went back in the sheath.

Chu Huaixu controlled his Divine Steed, turning slightly to face the Sword Sect crowd.

"I'll say it one last time, sheath your sword." His voice was still calm, looking down at them from horseback.

"Who the hell are you!" A hot-tempered Sword Sect disciple shouted instantly.

The tall man on the Divine Steed gave him a sidelong glance.

"Stubborn as a mule," Chu Huaixu said.

Then, he slowly raised his right hand, joined his forefinger and middle finger together, then pressed them pointedly downward!

"Bang—!"

The nine Sword Sect disciples' Spirit Swords were all jolted straight out of their hands.

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