Chapter 81: Evil Sword and Heart Sword
2025-08-18 Author: Kindergarten Leader
Chapter 81: Evil Sword and Heart Sword
On the summit of Hidden Spirit Mountain, the sword left behind by the Dao Ancestor was somewhat dazzling under the sunlight.
It was unknown what celestial treasures were used to forge this sword, yet it looked like an ordinary bronze sword, only presenting a blue-black hue.
It was not particularly beautiful, starkly contrasting with the ethereal “Partridge Heaven.”
Yet, it was so powerful, so powerful that it could disdain everyone.
Chu Huaixu risked half his life to finally ascend to the summit.
However, on this platform, that spiritual pressure had not dissipated; it still lingered.
The sword was so high and mighty.
The sword bore such a lofty posture.
Even though it was locked within this high mountain, it refused to be sealed in its sheath, choosing instead to float above the stone platform, higher than anyone who came here.
Chu Huaixu suddenly recalled something.
“There is a flying prohibition magic array on Hidden Spirit Mountain.”
“Below the Ninth Realm, no one can fly!”
Yet, this sword could float.
Earlier, Chu Huaixu felt a power pulling him towards the summit, a guiding presence in the unseen.
At this moment, he was completely certain that this was not coming from the sword itself.
It only possessed arrogance, disdain, loathing, and anger.
“I even suspect that if it wasn’t sealed by layers of restrictions, it would have flown over and cut me down,” Chu Huaixu thought.
He felt it was highly probable.
But no matter what, finally! He had finally seen this legendary sword!
Chu Huaixu looked at it and suddenly grinned.
His features were distorted by the spiritual pressure, making his smile not particularly pleasant, but rather somewhat eerie.
Judging solely by his expression, one couldn’t tell what he was smiling about.
At this moment, he was still bleeding from his seven orifices, but due to his strong self-healing ability, it wasn’t a major issue.
Chu Huaixu maintained his smile.
Even though he could only look up at it, the sword grew increasingly angry and hateful.
This was because Chu Huaixu’s gaze held undisguised mockery.
“This bronze sword is truly damn ugly!”
When Chu Huaixu was on Earth, he had seen the real Yue King Goujian Sword.
The Spring and Autumn Yue King Goujian Sword was a bronze sword.
The sword pommel was curled outwards into a circular hoop, with 11 concentric circles spaced only 0.2 millimeters apart cast inside.
The sword body was covered in regular black rhombic patterns. A bird-seal inscription, “Yue King Goujian, made this sword for himself,” was located near the hilt on the front.
This bronze sword, renowned throughout the land, indeed possessed a certain imposing aura.
But what about the sword before him?
Although it was unknown what heaven-defying materials were used to forge it to possess such divine power, its appearance was truly mediocre.
It was merely a bit longer than an ordinary bronze sword.
There were no special patterns on the sword body.
Time indeed left no mark on it, but this only meant it hadn’t become uglier due to rust.
In Chu Huaixu’s opinion, the so-called number one sword in the world should either be more simple and restrained, or more imposing and sharp.
Its mediocre appearance, neither here nor there, was truly hard to judge.
However, just by looking at it, Chu Huaixu began to believe a certain version of the legends.
He began to believe it was an evil sword!
Before seeing it, the spiritual pressure during his climb could be explained as the sword’s trial.
But looking at its current stance and the surging killing intent, Chu Huaixu instantly agreed with the evil sword theory.
Furthermore, he could also feel that the small sword in his sea of consciousness was wary of this bronze sword.
As for Chu Huaixu, despite having transmigrated, he still retained some of the traits of a silly player.
For players: strength is temporary, coolness is eternal.
Some spirit artifacts might be mediocre in all aspects, but as long as they were cool enough, they would command a premium.
It didn’t matter; it was like buying a skin.
For a mere skin, how much more attribute was one expecting?
“It’s fine, you’re the number one sword in the world, I don’t dislike you.”
Chu Huaixu moved forward with difficulty, like a lame person.
Overall, moving on flat ground was definitely easier than climbing mountains.
However, the platform on this summit was quite large.
Therefore, it took him quite a while longer to reach the front of the sword.
Chu Huaixu’s face was already streaked with dried blood.
His physical body, under the invasion of the spiritual pressure, was bleeding anew.
But as he had just roared, he truly didn’t fear pain.
This caused the floating sword to become even more disgusted with him.
Inside the Daoist Sect’s grand hall, everyone was somewhat perplexed.
The bronze sword’s condition today was a little strange.
They knew the sword was arrogant, as it looked down on them too.
However, the animosity expressed by the Sword Spirit today seemed a bit too intense.
Those with their cultivation levels possessed immensely powerful divine senses, naturally making them more sensitive to artifact spirits.
“Why do I feel… a trace of hatred from the Sword Spirit?” Nangong Yue, a grandmaster of artifact refinement, spoke.
This was even stranger.
Everyone knew it was an evil sword and that it wanted to kill Chu Huaixu; they could understand that.
But why… did it harbor hatred?
Chu Huaixu, standing on the summit with his “Heart Sword,” was equally sensitive to the Sword Spirit.
Therefore, he understood all the emotions of the bronze sword.
He raised his head and spoke with difficulty, his voice still hoarse and with an uncontrollable tremor, but he tried to keep himself calm:
“You hate me?”
“I know why you hate me!”
Chu Huaixu laughed, he laughed again, with even greater unrestrained joy.
This was because he sensed that the bronze sword’s killing intent had intensified, and its hatred had also deepened.
My father, the one I’m practicing is the “Dao Canon”!
It’s the complete version of the “Dao Canon”!
The same “Dao Canon” that the Dao Ancestor practiced!
“It seems the legends are indeed true,” Chu Huaixu thought to himself.
“The Dao Ancestor has always been suppressing this evil sword!”
Then, how could it not hate him!
The wind on the summit of Hidden Spirit Mountain was very boisterous.
Chu Huaixu began to lift his right hand with difficulty.
Although the sword was floating, it wasn’t very high.
As long as he raised his hand, he could touch its tip.
Chu Huaixu’s large hand bulged with veins, and the small sword in his sea of consciousness became spirited.
After walking to the summit, he initially intended to search for the source of that unseen pull, or rather, what it was.
It was definitely not from this ugly sword!
However, the spiritual pressure was too immense; both his physical body and his sea of consciousness were on the verge of collapse.
As a result, he could barely sense that unseen connection, as it was being overwhelmed.
Suddenly, the spiritual pressure generated by the bronze sword completely dissipated.
A hint of doubt flashed in Chu Huaixu’s eyes.
But he had a rough understanding in his heart.
This sword had sensed his intention to reach out and touch it.
It was bound to this mountain and could not move an inch.
Therefore, it was waiting.
Along the way, Chu Huaixu had touched so many swords.
Today, having reached the summit, he certainly wasn’t just here to look at it!
What was there to see?
Especially since it was so ugly.
Chu Huaixu was convinced that this sword could not kill anyone at the moment.
“It is known to everyone in the world that every generation of Sword Venerable has gone up the mountain to seek a duel in these thousand years,” he thought.
“If it still possessed the ability to kill, not a single one of these Sword Venerables would have returned alive.”
“How could that monstrous demonic flame pass up such a bloodthirsty opportunity?”
“Since the Dao Ancestor left it here, it must be safe.”
“At most, it can only exert spiritual pressure now, and only a small portion can be emitted through the restrictions.”
“I just don’t know… how the Sword Venerables are supposed to fight when seeking a duel under these circumstances?”
This was undoubtedly an answer that Chu Huaixu’s current realm could not obtain.
The Sword Venerables of past generations were at least Eighth Realm powerhouses.
He closed his eyes, sensing the emotions conveyed by his “Heart Sword.”
“Alright, as you wish!” he suddenly opened his eyes and said hoarsely.
Chu Huaixu’s fingertips touched the bronze sword’s body, and the next moment, he was sent flying backward!
Earlier, when he touched those spirit swords, they flew away because their Sword Spirits were repelled, and the swords followed.
It was the same in this instance.
The Heart Sword in his sea of consciousness was too frail, its condition too poor.
It was far from reaching its limit; it could only be considered as having just begun its journey.
Chu Huaixu was not surprised by this outcome.
Although the top-grade spirit sword was repelled, it could still force him back half a step. How much more so with this!
But, it truly hurt!
He didn’t feel much when he crashed to the ground.
The main thing was that his sea of consciousness had almost completely collapsed!
This caused him to momentarily black out, experiencing a painful tearing of his spiritual world.
His head felt like it was about to explode!
But Chu Huaixu had no regrets.
Because the moment his fingertips touched the bronze sword, a system prompt sounded in his ear.
“[Ding! You have completed the passive mission – Sword Spirit Pressure.]”
Additionally, due to the dissipation of the spiritual pressure, he finally knew the source of that unseen pull!
And he also understood one thing: his “Heart Sword’s” status seemed no less than the bronze sword’s Sword Spirit!
It was just that his was like being at low health, while the latter was in its prime.
Chu Huaixu struggled to rise and looked at the sword that hovered high above.
It looked down at him condescendingly, still with undisguised arrogance, disdain, hatred, and killing intent.
Now, after being repelled once, the Sword Spirit even displayed a hint of amusement.
“You seem very happy, very smug?” Chu Huaixu said.
He patted the dust off his body, then wiped his face with his relatively clean sleeve, removing some of the bloodstains.
The wind on the mountaintop was strong, rustling his black robe and making his long, ink-black hair flutter backward.
Chu Huaixu, with his bloodshot eyes, moved forward again.
The sword floated in the air, no longer emitting spiritual pressure, unconcerned about repelling this ant one more time.
The instigator undoubtedly displayed a bit of schadenfreude at his current disheveled state.
However, instead of reaching out to touch it, Chu Huaixu, with utmost speed, snatched at the black bead hanging from the sword sheath!
That thread of pull was emanating from this black bead.
The entirely black sword sheath rested on the stone platform, ancient and elegant.
This bead showed no divine properties, and its texture was not translucent.
After being repelled just now, Chu Huaixu had already made a decision in his heart and received his answer.
This black bead was his choice at this moment.
This was because what it was pulling was even the spiritual power generated within him by the “Dao Canon”!
Chu Huaixu grasped the bead with his right hand and placed his left hand on the charred通行令牌 (token for passage), ready to crush the wooden token at any moment to activate the teleportation array and return to the foot of the mountain.
However, a phenomenon occurred in that instant.
The sword sheath was placed on the stone platform, and it was also sealed there by restrictions, unable to be moved.
This black bead still looked ordinary, like a mortal object.
But the black cord it was tied to did not break.
A mystical power, perceptible only to Chu Huaixu, spread outwards from within the black bead, then drained all the spiritual power from his body.
The bead was in his hand, and with a forceful tug, it even pulled the entire black sword sheath along with it.
The seal was instantly broken, and the sword sheath fell into his embrace.
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(End of this chapter)
