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Chapter 35 - The Terror of a World Protagonist

Regarding this sword, there were numerous legends in the Xuanhuang Realm, and the versions varied.

One version said that the sword blank of this sword was forged a thousand years ago by the world's number one Artifact Refining Grandmaster. The materials used were all heavenly materials and earthly treasures, immensely precious. It was said that it had also absorbed a stream of profound origin power from between heaven and earth, infusing it into the blade.

Under normal circumstances, a cultivator would possess many magic treasures, but only a life-bound magic treasure would, under the cultivator's nurturing and strengthening, give birth to a sliver of spirituality.

Take sword cultivators for example. A sword cultivator's life-bound magic treasure was inevitably their own sword. They would select a sword blank, bind it with their blood, link it with their soul, and make it their life-bound weapon! A sword cultivator would constantly nourish it. As the person grew stronger, the sword also grew stronger. Slowly, a sword spirit would emerge, connected to the sword cultivator's heart and mind.

But this sword was very strange. It had given birth to a spirit when it was still just a sword blank. Up to this point, it sounded like the mythological beginning of a divine sword.

However, this sword was no divine sword, but a thoroughly demonic sword!

No one knew how that profoundly cultivated number one Artifact Refining Grandmaster in the world had died by the sword's edge. It was only known that the demonic sword devoured its master to strengthen itself.

A host of great powers from the cultivation world emerged, attempting to intimidate this sword. The matter even alarmed the sacred land of the sword path in the Eastern Continent—the [Sword Sect]. But no one could destroy it, or even suppress it! Anyone who wanted to subdue it would be struck by its backlash; it was exceptionally demonic!

It was not until the Dao Ancestor took action that it was tamed, and the sword was sheathed.

According to some unofficial histories, the Dao Ancestor came from a background of pill refiners, and his life-bound magic treasure was a medicine cauldron. But he yearned for the way of the sword. Although he had no life-bound sword, he had always called himself a sword cultivator. Whenever he encountered an external enemy, if there was a sword cultivator present, he would borrow a sword for his use.

As the Dao Ancestor grew stronger and his fame greater, even suppressing his entire generation and becoming stronger than the Sword Venerate of the [Sword Sect], all the sword cultivators in the world took pride in lending him their spiritual swords!

Later, the Dao Ancestor even created a unique Heaven-grade art—[Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin]! With this one move, he could borrow all the swords in the world! It was said that when the Dao Ancestor had just created this art, it caused ten thousand swords within a hundred-mile radius to emerge and soar into the sky!

In addition, he did not, like some sword sects, selfishly hoard his treasure.

The Dao Ancestor directly announced this art to the world, for all the sword cultivators in the world to study together! However, those who could successfully learn it were few and far between.

From then on, if anyone in the world could use [Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin], most nearby sword cultivators would willingly lend their swords

and consider it the flair of our generation of sword cultivators! To this day, after a thousand years, it is still so. In terms of priding oneself on flair, sword cultivators were forever the best in the cultivation world.

In other words, before the Dao Ancestor obtained that sword, this number one person of his era had always called himself a sword cultivator, and then... freeloaded by using other people's swords.

But in any case, from then on, the Dao Ancestor finally had his own sword.

A... master-devouring demonic sword!

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"Regarding the legends of this sword, there are just too many versions on the forums." Chu Huaixu had seen more than a dozen. This was just the most popular one.

"There's another version that says this sword was the Dao Ancestor's life-bound sword all along. He was just nurturing it and had never unsheathed it, which was why he always borrowed a sword for daily use, and later even created [Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin]."

"It wasn't until his own divine art reached great perfection that the divine sword also reached great perfection."

In short, there were both righteous and demonic versions.

He himself, adhering to the principle of not believing or spreading rumors, just looked at them casually.

"In any case, this sword belongs to Xu Ziqing, what's it got to do with me?" Chu Huaixu would think this way, just for a bit of fun.

But now, he had transmigrated, and the timeline was Xuan Calendar Year 1990. That sword was still ownerless. And, Chu Huaixu knew where that sword was.

"It's on that mountain!"

In addition, he knew very well how to obtain the qualification to go up that mountain!

Chu Huaixu's thoughts flew, and he withdrew his gaze from Xu Ziqing.

"As of now, I don't know if it's the butterfly effect caused by me, the transmigrator, but at least the character arcs of these two World Protagonists have deviated from the original."

"I just don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing."

Seeing that Xu Ziqing had already sorted all the gifts, Chu Huaixu finally walked into the room.

The delicate-featured youth, crouching on the ground, looked up at him, envying Chu Huaixu's height in his heart. He had sometimes wondered if he hadn't been so short, would his overall appearance be better?

After a simple look at the practical daily necessities, Chu Huaixu couldn't help but ask, "You've looked through everything, there's no silver packed inside?"

"Uh, no," Xu Ziqing shook his head.

Hearing this, Chu Huaixu cursed "damn it" in his heart.

All this fuss, and they don't even know to send money!

Next, he placed his gaze on the two jade bottles. The jade bottles had paper slips pasted on them, with the name of the spiritual pill written on top.

"Qi-Gathering Pill." This was a good thing for the current stage. Consuming a Qi-Gathering Pill could speed up the rate at which spiritual energy entered the body. During the aperture-opening stage, this was even more beneficial for breaking through apertures. But that was all.

If the nine apertures of the human body were not open, one could not unlock the Xuanhuang Secret Depository. After spiritual energy entered the body, it could not be stored and converted into spiritual power.

"When all nine apertures are open and I obtain a first-realm cultivation technique, then if I consume a Qi-Gathering Pill, the speed of converting spiritual energy will become faster. A day of hard cultivation will be equivalent to several days."

"The specific effect varies from person to person."

"The better a person's talent, the stronger the effect of popping pills. Damn it all!"

"And for a player, it's equivalent to cultivating after taking a pill, and the increase in technique experience points will become higher."

There were two jade bottles, with ten pills in each.

Chu Huaixu knew very well that if he gave these pills to Han Shuangjiang, this cold-faced little miss's cultivation speed in the first realm would take off.

"However, it's best for cultivators to take pills scientifically and moderately."

"Spiritual pills are meant to assist in cultivation. If one relies on them too much, it will instead affect one's upper limit."

But, as for how much was considered a moderate amount, that also varied from person to person.

"For a conventional spiritual pill like the Qi-Gathering Pill, it seems that within 10 pills is definitely fine," he thought.

"For the two of us, Han Shuangjiang and I, it's reasonable for Liu Tianfeng to send 20 pills."

Players, on the other hand, wouldn't have this kind of trouble, because the system would give a judgment. If they consumed too much, it would issue a reminder. Of course, given the nature of goofball players, there would inevitably be some who hadn't gotten over their adolescence and were rebellious, thinking, I'm going to take it anyway! This would cause their character level to rise, but their [Spirit Embryo Attribute] would be deducted...

After taking stock of the items in the room, Chu Huaixu walked out with Xu Ziqing.

Outside, Han Shuangjiang was still practicing her palm forms. After this short period of practice, she had become more and more proficient in [Eight Desolates Roaming Dragon]. It was the first time the cold-faced girl had learned a martial art. At this moment, she was a bit high on it, completely immersed and enjoying herself. She struck out with her palm again and again, creating gusts of palm wind.

Chu Huaixu watched from the side, finding it pleasing to the eye. Now that he had transmigrated, there were no phones to play with, no videos to watch. The entertainment options were too few. Watching a beauty practice palm techniques was a pretty good pastime.

It was just that, at this moment, he noticed from the corner of his eye that Xu Ziqing was also watching very seriously, and a bit too focused, almost immersively.

"What, want to learn?" Chu Huaixu said casually.

Only then did Xu Ziqing come back to his senses, as if waking from a dream. The youth, in order to enter the Dao Gate, had not hesitated to become a handyman. An idea sparked in his mind. He had some thoughts of wanting to show off. And so, he tentatively nodded.

He hadn't expected this "new master" of his to agree so readily.

"Sure," Chu Huaixu said with a nonchalant look.

Hearing this, the delicate-featured youth glanced at Han Shuangjiang, then suddenly got into a stance and threw a palm forward.

Whoosh—! A gust of palm wind rushed forth.

He already knew how to do it.

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