Chapter 87 The Dao Ancestor’s Natal Spirit Artifact
August 18, 2025 Author: A Kindergarten Leader
Chapter 87 The Dao Ancestor’s Natal Spirit Artifact
The moon is bright and the stars are few, and magpies fly south.
Outside the bamboo house, Chu Huaixu and Han Shuangjiang sat opposite each other and ate.
He ate like a well-regarded regular customer, with a great appetite like a gluttonous fellow.
The two chattered as if catching up, recounting their day at Hidden Spirit Mountain.
Listening to Han Shuangjiang’s story, Chu Huaixu understood that she had hesitated multiple times on her way up the mountain.
Along the way, quite a few Artifact Spirits had chosen her.
Among them were even High-grade Spirit Artifacts and Super-grade Spirit Artifacts.
Unlike Chu Huaixu, besides the Sword Spirit, only the jade pendant related to Body Refining threw him an olive branch.
But he, like a scumbag, told it to wait patiently, and ended up not even glancing at it the second time he went up the mountain.
After all, he no longer had the right to choose Spirit Artifacts; one could only take one, and looking at more would only make him feel worse.
“It’s alright, [Partridge Heaven] is the most suitable for you,” Chu Huaixu said while shoveling food into his mouth.
Han Shuangjiang nodded, naturally agreeing with this.
But she still couldn’t help but ask, “It chose you the first time you went up the mountain, right?”
Chu Huaixu helped himself to some food while saying frankly, “You already know the answer!”
He quickly added, perhaps to comfort her:
“Don’t think too much about it. Out of all the Spirit Swords on this mountain, which Sword Spirit hasn’t chosen me?”
“Other Sword Spirits were much more excited to see me!” he said with a smug expression.
The Ice Block nodded. Although she still felt a bit strange, she couldn’t say anything else.
Now that [Partridge Heaven] had acknowledged her as its master, she and the Sword Spirit felt an intimacy and no longer wished to dwell on such “trivial matters.”
What else could she do?
—Of course, she would forgive it.
At this moment, the cold-faced girl asked, “Are you using the Dao Ancestor’s scabbard?”
“Yes,” Chu Huaixu nodded.
He didn’t mention the black bead to her, as it didn’t comply with the rules of Hidden Spirit Mountain.
He had already decided that the Spirit Artifact in plain sight would be the scabbard.
“What’s its name?” The Ice Block was very curious.
“It seems… it doesn’t have a name?” Chu Huaixu was somewhat uncertain.
Like Han Shuangjiang’s [Partridge Heaven], there were characters carved on the sword.
This wooden scabbard only had some simple, ancient patterns, with no carvings.
Even when Li Chunsong told him the story about the scabbard, he hadn’t mentioned its name.
“This scabbard originally came as a set with a wooden sword, a standard sword from Gentleman’s View. I guess it might be called… Gentleman Sword?” Chu Huaixu said, guessing.
“So, it might be called Gentleman Scabbard?” He smiled.
However, he wasn’t very fond of the name Gentleman Sword.
It reminded him of Yue Buqun from “The Smiling, Proud Wanderer.”
Therefore, what he said earlier was just speculation. He suspected it had no name at all; otherwise, the Daoist Sect should have recorded it.
This suddenly made him think: “Is the Dao Ancestor a lazy person when it comes to naming things?”
The cultivation technique he practiced also had no name; later generations respectfully called it the [Dao Canon].
The scabbard he carried with him also had no name, so much so that later generations could only refer to it as the scabbard when telling stories.
Even the bronze sword he suppressed on the mountain actually had no name.
Everyone habitually called it the [Dao Ancestor Sword].
“Since that ugly sword is called the Dao Ancestor Sword, then this scabbard of mine certainly can’t be called the Dao Ancestor Scabbard.”
“Because the Philanthropic Gambling King said they weren’t a pair.”
‘Who would want a couple’s name with that ugly monster? This scabbard of mine looks elegant!’ Chu Huaixu thought.
He served himself a piece of meat, and after taking a large mouthful of rice, his chopsticks subconsciously poked the rice a couple of times.
“Ice Block, you say… although this scabbard is a treasured relic of the Dao Ancestor, I am its new owner now. It’s not too much to give it a name, right? It shouldn’t be crossing the line?” he asked Han Shuangjiang.
“How should I answer you?” The cold-faced girl’s expression was frosty, steadfastly refusing to take responsibility.
If you want to give it a name, go ahead and name it. Why are you asking for my opinion!
How would I know?
Hearing this, Chu Huaixu smiled slightly, his gaze lingering on the [Partridge Heaven] placed on the table.
He continued to himself, “Many Spirit Artifacts in the Daoist Sect are named after Ci Pai (tune patterns).”
“Because the Natal Spirit Artifacts of the Dao Ancestor’s ten true disciples were all named in this format, and it seems the names were casually picked by the Dao Ancestor from books.”
“Since my scabbard originally belonged to the Dao Ancestor, why not name it after a Ci Pai as well?” Chu Huaixu felt this was reasonable.
Han Shuangjiang listened and looked at him silently, waiting for him to reveal the name.
Chu Huaixu put down his bowl and chopsticks and looked in the direction of Hidden Spirit Mountain.
“Today, that sword on the mountain caused such a great disturbance…”
“From now on, it shall be called [Calming the Wind and Waves],” he said meaningfully.
After the meal, Han Shuangjiang went to wash the dishes.
Chu Huaixu returned to the bamboo house and stood in front of Xu Ziqing’s room, somewhat troubled.
—He had no clean outer robes left to wear!
Earlier, he had hung all his dirty clothes at the young man’s door, expecting him to wash them when he saw them.
Now, the one he was wearing was too dirty. Fortunately, he still had one clean undershirt left. Tomorrow, he would have to pick one from his dirty outer robes that was the least dirty.
“If the sect leader and elders don’t come looking for me tomorrow, I’ll go check on him at the cold pond.”
“One can’t just cultivate all the time; occasionally, one needs to take a breather, wash the senior brother’s clothes, and then go back.”
“Being young means being ignorant!” He decided to reprimand him severely tomorrow.
Returning to his room, Chu Huaixu sat on the meditation cushion and took out [Calming the Wind and Waves] from his Storage Token.
The Natal Spirit Artifacts of many Cultivators are a bit like Pikachu in “Pokémon.”
While other Pokémon are willing to stay in their Poké Balls, only Pikachu refuses to enter.
Natal Spirit Artifacts are often like this.
Most other Dharma artifacts simply contain spirituality, but Natal Spirit Artifacts have nourished a mature Artifact Spirit.
With intelligence comes many trivial matters.
At this moment, Chu Huaixu’s hand slowly stroked the scabbard made of black wood.
When his palm touched the black bead, he felt the Spiritual Power within him being drawn again.
“The scabbard is a Super-grade Spirit Artifact, but I can’t see anything about this bead.”
“Even if I use an Information Probe, the system’s feedback is just a string of question marks,” he thought.
In fact, it wouldn’t be impossible for him to let the scabbard become his Natal Item by dripping blood on it.
After all, it was a Super-grade Spirit Artifact, and its grade was already high enough.
He had never owned a Dharma Artifact of this level when playing “Sword Borrowing Art.”
Spirit Artifacts of this level are rare treasures in the entire Profound Yellow Realm. The Super-grade Spirit Artifacts held by Eastern Continent players are at most in single digits.
“However, this bead is a bit too magical,” Chu Huaixu thought.
In his understanding, it was actually the bead that chose him, not the scabbard.
[Calming the Wind and Waves] was purely dragged along by this bead; it was a free gift with it.
Therefore, even though this black bead was very mysterious, he was still very conflicted and leaned more towards making this bead his Natal Item.
“It drained the Spiritual Power from my body, and then it unsealed the scabbard.”
“So, it’s a key?”
“Or is the Spiritual Power from the [Dao Canon] the key?”
Chu Huaixu could not get the answer for now.
What made him even more helpless was that this bead seemed like a… dead object?
He could still feel wisps of spirituality on the scabbard. Although they hadn’t condensed into an Artifact Spirit, the spirituality was there.
Spirit Artifact, Spirit Artifact; the emphasis is on the “spirit.”
But he couldn’t feel anything from the bead.
If not for that faint pull from the unseen, he would truly consider it a dead object, not a Spirit Artifact.
“Perhaps, it is precisely because of this that the seniors of the Daoist Sect couldn’t figure anything out?” Chu Huaixu speculated in his mind.
“When I brought it down the mountain, the seal on the stone platform on the mountain was lifted. Without the seal, the Philanthropic Gambling King didn’t pay attention to this bead either, only focusing on the scabbard.”
He began to instruct the system to make a judgment.
Players without Natal Dharma Artifacts only need to hold the unowned item with both hands and look at it for ten seconds, and the system will prompt: [Do you want to make it your Natal Spirit Artifact?]
For Chu Huaixu, this auxiliary function had two benefits.
First, it would let him know: In the system’s judgment, does this bead count as a Spirit Artifact?
Second, it was to conceal this matter.
The simplest way for a Cultivator to recognize a Natal Spirit Artifact is to drip blood on it for recognition, and then use a trace of Divine Sense as a guide to leave a Divine Sense imprint.
In addition, one could also use methods.
Some people would choose to nurture it with Divine Sense for ten days to half a month, then take a wisp of their soul, and finally recognize it as their own.
Elaborate methods had pros and cons.
Chu Huaixu planned to bind it directly through the system.
Because he was not sure if the high-ranking officials of the Daoist Sect would pay special attention to him recently.
Using Divine Sense to scan in real-time was impossible; it was too tiring, and they were also very busy, not having nothing else to do.
But recently, it was special.
“I can’t let anyone know that I took an extra item from the mountain.”
However, by binding his Natal Item through the system, he was not worried.
After all, the system was his cheat, undetectable by anyone. Even the system prompts that kept ringing in his ears, no one could hear them.
With this thought, he placed the scabbard on his legs and, while seemingly holding the scabbard with both hands, actually picked up the black bead attached to [Calming the Wind and Waves].
Chu Huaixu stared at it for ten seconds, and indeed, a system prompt popped up before his eyes.
“【Do you want to make it your Natal Spirit Artifact?】”
Chu Huaixu’s mind moved, and he chose: 【Yes】.
The next moment, that unseen pull began to grow stronger!
A very mysterious feeling grew in his heart.
It was no longer only the Heart Sword in his Sea of Consciousness that was in sync with his thoughts; now there was one more item.
At this moment, the pitch-black bead underwent a change before his eyes.
Only in Chu Huaixu’s eyes was this bead semi-transparent!
As he looked inside, he could see something within the bead!
It was as if there was a mysterious space inside!
It was a cauldron, a… medicine cauldron?
In an instant, Chu Huaixu’s heart was stirred by violent waves, and thunder seemed to explode in his mind!
He once again recalled the legend about the sword on the mountain.
“There are many versions of the legends about the Dao Ancestor’s sword.”
“One of them is the Evil Sword version.”
“And in this version, there was a mention.”
“It is said that the Dao Ancestor was an alchemist, and his Natal Dharma Artifact was a medicine cauldron. However, he yearned for the Sword Dao. Although he had no Natal Sword, he always called himself a Sword Cultivator!”
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