Chapter 130: Sword Sovereign of the Sword Sect

In a quiet corner of the Martial Arena, the family of three chatted a little about recent matters.

Chu Huaixu, like a father asking about a son who seldom returned home, asked, “Are you coming back for dinner today?”

Xu Ziqing shook his head and said, “Little Martial Uncle Ancestor told me to return immediately after the spar.”

The boy’s face showed sorrow as he said, “Actually, I really miss Senior Sister Han’s cooking. Over there, I can only eat Fasting Pills every day.”

“Without hearing Senior Brother’s snores, I can’t sleep soundly either...” The boy rambled on earnestly, as always.

Unexpectedly, Chu Huaixu grew angry. “What kind of nonsense are you spouting? I’ve never snored! And how could you even hear it through two doors?

Saying it as if we slept together!”

Little Xu quickly shut his mouth.

But those thunderous snores, he really had heard them.

During that time, Chu Huaixu had been undergoing special training from his First Master, utterly exhausted in body and mind. He himself was unaware of it.

Han Shuangjiang listened to the two of them and couldn’t help but smile.

She, like a gentle and kind mother, said to the child studying away from home, “It’s fine. Being able to cultivate by Little Martial Uncle Ancestor’s side is a chance others can only dream of. When you come back, I’ll make your favorite braised pork.”

“Thank you, Senior Sister Han!” Xu Ziqing’s face lit up with a smile.

Chu Huaixu listened from the side, muttering inwardly, “Acting like an old mother... You’re clearly younger than Little Xu by a few months.”

It had been mentioned before that, among the four main characters, Han Shuangjiang was actually the youngest.

But the strong sense of elder-sisterliness she carried, along with her natural aura of maturity and the cold expression she often wore—on top of being the main female lead—made people easily overlook this fact.

Of course, Dead Fox also occasionally called her “Senior Sister Han,” deliberately teasing her.

After chatting for a while, Chu Huaixu gently patted Little Xu on the shoulder and said, “Alright then, hurry on back.”

Xu Ziqing looked deeply at the two of them before reluctantly taking his leave.

The boy carried the massive sword case on his back. After walking a few steps, he turned and waved to them once more.

Watching his departing figure, Han Shuangjiang couldn’t help but say, “In a few days, it will be Mid-Autumn Festival.”

“Is that so?” Chu Huaixu replied.

Mid-Autumn—a time for family reunions.

Yet before the three of them had entered the Dao Gate, they had all been people without a home.

Mountains Beyond Mountains, Ask-Dao Peak.

Inside the Dao Gate Grand Hall, today was livelier than usual.

In addition to the Dao Gate’s senior members, there were also many great cultivators from the outer sects present.

Among them sat Situ Cheng, one of the 【Four Great Divine Swords】.

From the Spring and Autumn Mountain of the Four Great Sects, the leader was a woman named Mei Chuxue.

At first glance, her name carried poetic charm, but its homophone also sounded rather amusing.

This woman, a cultivator of the early Eighth Realm, dressed seductively in a crimson slit-skirt. As she sat, her smooth jade-like legs were exposed, and a silver anklet adorned her right ankle as decoration.

Her figure resembled Nangong Yue’s—ample and curvaceous—though she lacked Elder Nangong’s overwhelming presence.

Their temperaments, however, differed greatly.

Nangong Yue exuded gentle elegance, the air of a virtuous wife. Mei Chuxue, on the other hand, was sultry and fiery, her peach blossom eyes rippling with allure.

Yet they shared one thing in common: both were rare artifact-refining grandmasters of the Xuanhuang Realm, women standing at the peak of the artifact-refining world!

Their seats were next to each other, and though old acquaintances, their relationship did not seem cordial.

Mei Chuxue thought Nangong Yue was dull, rigid, and overly conservative—someone who, even widowed, would spend her life guarding chastity and even apply for a memorial arch from the court.

Nangong Yue, in turn, thought Mei Chuxue was improper and reckless, a coquettish woman who loved to seduce others.

The Spring and Autumn Mountain was notorious for its eccentricities, as that sect pursued the Dao through emotions and desires.

Opposite them sat the representative from Luotian Valley, another of the Four Great Sects.

He too was an Eighth Realm cultivator, named Teng Lingyi.

Handsome and scholarly, his bearing was tinged with gloom, like a frustrated scholar who had failed in life.

In truth, he was the leading elder of Luotian Valley, holding a position similar to Lu Pan of the Dao Gate.

As for Situ Cheng of the Sword Sect, he sat without proper manners, right leg propped up on his chair.

The hair at his temples was already graying, strands of silver scattered throughout.

His body was somewhat thin, showing signs of age, but his eyes still shone with brilliance, far from clouded.

In fact, among the people gathered in the Grand Hall, this junior brother of the Sword Sovereign was one of the youngest.

He was only four years older than Chu Yinyin.

But because he had followed the current Sword Sovereign down the mountain for training in his youth, and in a moment of danger burned away part of his lifespan, he had ended up in his current state.

Still, whether it was Mei Chuxue or Teng Lingyi, neither could stand against him in a true fight.

In the cultivation world, most sword cultivators devoted their entire lives solely to the sword.

Unlike many cultivators who also learned artifact refining, pill refining, or array formation as sources of income, sword cultivators focused only on their path.

As a result, they were often the fiercest fighters—and the poorest cultivators.

A proud group of penniless fanatics.

Yet the sword-obsessed cared nothing for this, considering it the truest elegance!

At this moment, these old acquaintances were engaged in lively conversation, until the Dao Gate’s Little Martial Uncle, Jiang Zhi, entered the Grand Hall.

Everyone immediately rose and saluted him.

After all, his strength and seniority commanded respect.

Jiang Zhi gave a slight nod before taking the seat of honor.

Situ Cheng looked at him with emotion. “It has been three years since I last saw Uncle Jiang, ever since the battle at Chishui.”

Jiang Zhi shot him a cold glance and said, “Enough prelude. You sword lunatic, are you here to challenge me again?”

“I do indeed have the urge for another exchange of blades.” Situ Cheng’s eyes gleamed with sharp light.

The Dao Gate’s Little Martial Uncle chuckled. “From what I see, you haven’t made much progress in these three years. Forget about challenging the sword. Have your senior brother come instead, that would be more fitting.”

At the mention of his Sword Sovereign senior brother, Situ Cheng immediately showed displeasure.

“Uncle Jiang, my senior brother is only slightly stronger than me. If he can challenge the sword, naturally I can as well.”

“You’re certain he’s only slightly stronger?” Jiang Zhi laughed.

Situ Cheng frowned. “Every time, it’s just him winning by sheer luck!”

All his life, he had loved comparing himself with his Sword Sovereign senior brother.

In their youth, he had clearly been their master’s prized disciple, while his senior brother had been nothing at all!

But later, his senior brother’s cultivation soared ahead, until he had become the Sword Sovereign of the Sword Sect.

Every time they crossed swords, Situ Cheng was defeated by the narrowest of margins.

Always just one step short, yet no matter what, he could never cross it.

This deepened his obsession over time.

He grew into someone who compared himself to the Sword Sovereign in everything.

As for Jiang Zhi’s words, he did not take them seriously at all.

Situ Cheng was certain—his senior brother was only that tiny bit stronger!

Because the world knew, the Sword Sovereign of the Sword Sect was the most sincere man under heaven.

He never lied.

The two of them had practically grown up together, and Situ Cheng believed no one understood the Sword Sovereign better than he did.

It was precisely because he never lied that, in his younger years, he often provoked their master’s displeasure.

How could such a man deceive him?

Surely the Sword Sovereign could not be honest with the entire world, yet lie solely to him, Situ Cheng?

Seeing Situ Cheng’s expression, Jiang Zhi said nothing more.

He was one who loved to put on airs of mystery, and now looked as though he had seen through it all yet chose not to reveal it. Instead, he added:

“You’re right. After all, the world knows this generation’s Sword Sovereign of the Sword Sect is a man of unmatched sincerity.”

After a few more pleasantries, the discussion turned to serious matters.

The 【Origin Spirit Realm】!

“Let’s hear it then. How have your sects prepared for the Origin Spirit Realm?” Jiang Zhi asked.

Mei Chuxue was the first to speak. “My sect’s disciple, Kui Muquan, with First Realm perfection cultivation, has attained Dao through killing, and mastered Spring and Autumn Mountain’s supreme heart law.

Moreover, he bears a Metal Spirit Vein. He is without doubt the foremost candidate to enter the Origin Spirit Realm.”

Sect Master Xiang Yan was a man who liked to give face. Upon hearing this, he nodded repeatedly and said, “Not bad, not bad.”

At this time, Teng Lingyi said, “My Luotian Valley’s disciple, Zhao Xinghan, with First Realm perfection cultivation, has already cultivated the first volume of the Luotian Dao Method. He holds the Supreme-grade Spiritual Artifact, the Danqing Mountains-and-Rivers Scroll. His divine sense is comparable to that of a Second Realm cultivator. He is without doubt the foremost candidate to enter the Origin Spirit Realm.”

Xiang Yan once again revealed an ugly smile and likewise praised, “Very good, very good.”

Everyone’s eyes then turned to Situ Cheng.

He spoke in a deep voice. “My Sword Sect’s disciple, Geng Tianhe, with First Realm perfection cultivation, wields the Supreme-grade Spiritual Artifact, the Life-and-Death Sword. He has already stepped into the threshold of the Great River Sword Intent, with one foot in the realm of Sword Intent. He has studied the first volume of the Sword Canon and possesses the rare Hundred-Year Sword Spirit Embryo of Firm Sword. He is without doubt the foremost candidate to enter the Origin Spirit Realm!”

Having said this, he turned his gaze toward Xiang Yan, awaiting his evaluation.

Although the Dao Gate and the Sword Sect had always been at odds, Xiang Yan was still fair-minded, so he said, “Not bad as well.”

But Situ Cheng felt uncomfortable hearing this.

The others had received “not bad, not bad” or “very good, very good.” Yet when it came to him, it was merely “not bad as well”?

In his view, the Sword Sect’s Geng Tianhe absolutely overshadowed the other two!

There was still some time before the Origin Spirit Realm would open.

Perhaps there was still time for him to fully comprehend the Great River Sword Intent!

“Such a prodigy—look across the entire Eastern Continent, and find me another like him if you can!” Situ Cheng thought.

This youth was no weaker than he had been back then!

Indeed, the Sword Sect and the Dao Gate had the worst relations due to numerous historical disputes, so verbal sparring was unavoidable.

It was like diplomacy between nations—between the Mirror Country and the Moon Country, one would hardly see politeness, but often sharp words and hard stances.

But Geng Tianhe’s brilliance—surely even the Dao Gate had to acknowledge it!

“Judging from Sect Master Xiang’s attitude, could it be that the Dao Gate has recently produced some prodigy I don’t know of?” Situ Cheng asked.

The Dao Gate members knew it was time for Little Junior Sister to take the stage.

Normally, on such occasions, people were reluctant to bring along Little Junior Sister, fearing she might speak recklessly and cause trouble.

But since the Four Great Sects were always competing in secret, and today the Dao Gate wanted to show off, they needed Little Junior Sister’s tongue.

Sure enough, with her short legs swinging in the air, Chu Yinyin immediately hopped down from the large chair.

“Already stepped into the threshold of Sword Intent?” She laughed.

“Looks like the fortune of the sword no longer rests with your Sword Sect!”

At her words, Situ Cheng and the others instantly turned their eyes to her.

“What do you mean by that?” Situ Cheng’s heart tightened.

Could it be that, after Shen Man, the Dao Gate had produced yet another sword prodigy?

That the Dao Gate had a young sword cultivator who could rival Geng Tianhe?

Chu Yinyin raised her chin. Her slightly baby-fat face was full of pride and smugness.

She walked forward a few steps, stopping in the center of the Grand Hall. Then she lifted her small hand and extended two fingers.

“Those who only have one foot in Sword Intent—best not mention them again.”

“Among the Dao Gate, there are already two who have comprehended Sword Intent!”

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