Chapter 55: Revered Like a God
The First Generation Sword Venerable, the pinnacle of the Sword Dao 1500 years ago.
His achievements in the Sword Dao suppressed the following five hundred years, leaving no one to rival him.
He once said: “I am the Sword Dao!”
During those five hundred years, even though he had passed away, he was the Sword Dao faith of countless Sword Cultivators. He had even become a spiritual totem within the Sword Sect.
Until a thousand years ago, when a Daoist priest who wielded no sword but called himself a Sword Cultivator, appeared out of nowhere.
He was too strong, so strong that he gradually transformed from being called a “little Daoist priest” in everyone’s mouths to the Dao Master, and then to the Dao Ancestor.
He chose to take up the sword, and he became the foremost figure in the Sword Dao today.
If he had chosen to wield a saber or a spear, the same would have been true.
The Dao Ancestor was too powerful; his strength was epoch-making, unprecedented, and unrivaled.
Furthermore, he had refined the Meridian-Opening Pill, enabling more and more mortals to cultivate, thus his reputation in the Sword Cultivator community had long surpassed the First Generation Sword Venerable.
However, the Sword Sect was different, after all, the Sword Venerable was *the* Sword Venerable of the Sword Sect.
Moreover, the First Generation Sword Venerable had passed away five hundred years ago. Could he still fight a battle?
Sword Sect: In conclusion, we do not acknowledge him!
What Chu Huaixu had just said was indeed earth-shattering. If such a statement were made within the Sword Sect, it would be tantamount to someone discussing the Dao Ancestor in the Daoist Sect.
This was belittling authority.
But they weren’t in the Sword Sect!
Moreover, facts spoke louder than words.
Han Shuangjiang, listening from the side, froze her hand holding the teacup for a moment before giving Chu Huaixu a deep look.
“How dare he say something like that?” she thought, but at the same time, she felt a sense of admiration.
Li Chunsong burst into laughter, slapping the table with his palm several times.
“Good! Very good! Excellent!” He found Chu Huaixu more and more pleasing to the eye. “A disciple of my Daoist Sect should be like this!”
The First Generation Sword Venerable stronger than the Dao Ancestor? What a boast!
Li Chunsong even suspected that the First Generation Sword Venerable might not have been able to defeat the sword the Dao Ancestor had left on the mountain!
As for recent years, the Daoist Sect and the Sword Sect had similar debates, but the comparison was between that Junior Uncle of the Daoist Sect and the current Sword Venerable.
The former Junior Uncle, before his cultivation realm dropped, was recognized as the leader among the [Four Divine Swords].
At that time, the current Sword Sect’s Sword Venerable had not yet grown.
By the time his Sword Dao matured, the Junior Uncle had already experienced a setback in his cultivation.
Therefore, no definitive conclusion could be drawn, and both sides had their own valid points.
Of course, Li Chunsong firmly believed that the former Junior Uncle was superior!
Although the current Sword Venerable had the combat record of killing a Ninth Realm cultivator while being in the Eighth Realm, was the Junior Uncle an ordinary Ninth Realm cultivator?
After laughing, as an elder, Li Chunsong still reminded Chu Huaixu: “Don’t go saying these things outside.”
But he intended to share them with his fellow disciples upon returning.
The Sword Venerable is wrong, the Sword Venerable is wrong.
If there were wine, this would be worth a toast!
“I increasingly feel that you are suited to be Seventh Junior Sister’s disciple, and the Junior Uncle’s grand-disciple,” Li Chunsong said with a smile, looking at Chu Huaixu.
“It’s just that your appearance…” He stopped speaking, as if hesitant.
Tsk, he was perhaps too tall and handsome. The jealous Junior Uncle would surely not like it.
But it was fine, perhaps there would be favoritism for a grandchild?
Besides, he was personally selected by the Junior Uncle to come up the mountain.
Li Chunsong felt there were no major issues.
“Sixth Elder, appearance?” Chu Huaixu asked when he saw Li Chunsong’s hesitation.
“Nothing, you look good, with a third of my youthful charm!” Li Chunsong laughed it off casually.
Chu Huaixu was also quite moved by the prospect of becoming Shen Man’s disciple.
After all, he knew very well that he had been mistaken and had taken Xu Ziqing’s script.
But if he became the grand-disciple of that peerless killer, wouldn’t things be different?
“They say even a tiger doesn’t eat its cubs. I am your only grand-disciple!” He found it quite reliable.
However, these were all future matters; he hadn’t even entered the inner sect yet.
The immediate priority was to advance to the First Realm and then ascend to [Hidden Spirit Mountain]!
After the three chatted for a few more moments, Li Chunsong got up to leave.
The door of the bamboo house was opened, and Chu Huaixu immediately saw the young servant waiting outside.
It was already dark.
Xu Ziqing was setting out bowls and chopsticks on the dining table outside the house.
As soon as he saw them emerge, he immediately bowed to Li Chunsong: “Sixth Elder.”
This young servant initially didn’t know who Li Chunsong was. He had only seen Chu Huaixu fall unconscious and then be carried back while flying.
To be able to fly meant he was a great cultivator!
It was Han Shuangjiang who told him that this person was the Sixth Elder of the Daoist Sect and that he should not make any mistakes while serving.
Upon hearing that it was an elder, Xu Ziqing’s heart instantly burned with fervor.
“A true expert, one of the few truly outstanding figures in the entire Eastern Continent!” he thought.
The refined young man now began to understand why Liu Tianfeng, as an outer sect deacon, treated Chu Huaixu with such deference.
“I’ve followed the right person.” Xu Ziqing’s heart rejoiced.
In fact, he still didn’t know why Chu Huaixu had requested him from Deacon Liu.
“But it’s clear that even if I’m sweeping privies, sweeping them here is definitely better than sweeping them elsewhere.” The young servant thought.
Xu Ziqing bowed respectfully at this moment, trying his best to catch a glimpse of the Sixth Elder’s demeanor with his peripheral vision.
Although his appearance was ordinary, his cultivation was profound, and his heart yearned for it!
Chu Huaixu looked at the refined young man before him, and his heart stirred.
He knew very well how desperately Xu Ziqing yearned for cultivation.
“If I remember correctly, Xu Ziqing has a revenge plotline; his entire family was murdered.” Chu Huaixu thought.
He had no intention of letting the world’s protagonist remain a mere servant by his side forever.
Ridiculous, such a top-tier fighter, not cultivating him properly would be a waste of talent.
“Consider it what I owe you,” Chu Huaixu, who had replaced him, murmured in his heart.
He would definitely give him the opportunity to cultivate, he couldn’t possibly deprive him of the chance to avenge his family’s blood feud.
Of course, Chu Huaixu was determined to plant a seed in the young man’s heart.
He would help him, give him what he desired most. Then, to quote a line from a movie: “From now on, he will revere me like a god!”
“Sixth Elder, this disciple has one more matter to ask.” Chu Huaixu called out to Li Chunsong, who was preparing to leave.
“Oh? Speak.” The benevolent gambling king turned his head.
“Sixth Elder, how can an ordinary person become a registered disciple of our Daoist Sect?” he asked.
“Well, there are rigorous assessments,” Li Chunsong replied. “Why do you ask?”
Xu Ziqing, standing aside, quickly pricked up his ears to listen.
His heart began to race, this was what he wanted to know most!
He was incredibly excited, his breathing almost stopping.
The refined young man didn’t know why his benefactor was asking this, but he desperately wanted to know the standards for entering the Daoist Sect.
Chu Huaixu pointed at the little servant and replied, “Reporting to the Sixth Elder, Han Shuangjiang and I coincidentally discovered that this person has extremely high comprehension. When we were practicing martial arts, he learned them after just watching a few times from the side.”
“This disciple doesn’t know if this counts as a talent, but I feel it might be a waste for him to be a servant here.” he said.
Upon hearing this, Xu Ziqing felt as if struck by lightning, completely stunned.
His gaze towards Chu Huaixu changed, and his entire heart was in his throat.
However, Li Chunsong was amused: “You, a mere cultivator in the Meridian-Opening Stage, have developed a sense of cherishing talent?”
Little did he know that Chu Huaixu was thinking to himself: “Laugh! Keep laughing! It’s clearly your own failure to recruit people, and I’m helping you cover it up!”
When your Junior Uncle returns, let’s see if you still laugh!
Li Chunsong admonished him: “This is not something for you to consider at your current cultivation level.”
“Yes, this disciple admits his mistake.” Chu Huaixu replied with a sincere attitude.
Listening to the conversation, Xu Ziqing’s heart sank to the bottom.
“It’s no use, it’s no use, there’s still no hope?”
“Dad, Mom, little sister, Grandma…” He fell into an abyss of despair.
Unexpectedly, Li Chunsong continued: “To learn martial arts just by watching, it seems he could have good comprehension in [Spell] arts as well.”
“Fine, take him to see Niu Yuanshan and tell him it’s my instruction,” Li Chunsong said casually.
Martial arts were martial arts, while the spells of cultivators were different, so he didn’t take it too seriously.
But a mere registered disciple was a small matter.
For those truly important figures, ordinary people were like dust on the ground. We wait in the corners, hoping that the wind stirred by their passing might lift us. If we are fortunate enough to land on their shoes and follow them for a moment, it would be as if our ancestors had smoked divine tobacco.
—Like a fly clinging to a horse’s tail, yet traveling a thousand miles!
The world is such that what may be a life-changing event for you, enabling a leap in social status or even altering your entire life’s trajectory, is but a trivial matter to truly great individuals.
Yet, many people never encounter such benefactors in their entire lives.
The young servant’s life ushered in its first turning point.
Li Chunsong waved his sleeve, and he floated into the air and soared away. Such a trivial matter as a registered disciple, he would likely forget in the next moment.
Xu Ziqing felt his world spin, falling into a daze. His emotions fluctuated greatly, and he heard a ringing in his ears, looking utterly bewildered.
“Slap—!” Chu Huaixu clapped him hard on the back, with a bit too much force, directly waking him up and causing him pain, making his entire body tingle.
This man looked at him with displeasure and said, “Let’s go! What are you still staring at? Come with me to see Deacon Niu!”
After saying that, he walked forward without looking back.
Leaving the refined young man standing stunned, he cast a deep glance at Chu Huaixu’s rather lazy and tall receding figure, then clenched his fist tightly, digging his nails into his flesh, and hurried to follow.
(End of this chapter)
