The Birth of Sword God-Chapter 215 - 187: You Are Not Worthy of Wielding a Sword!

Chapter 215: Chapter 187: You Are Not Worthy of Wielding a Sword!

The [Domain God Talisman] burned out in an instant.

A wisp of extremely profound yet immensely oppressive power covered the entire altar.

It was the rare Seventh Realm power of the Profound Yellow Realm.

It was the power of a [Domain]!

It could flatten this place in an instant.

Or only destroy a speck of dust.

— Control at will.

The eldest among the nine stewards of the Daoist Sect used his last bit of strength to activate this talisman.

He had only one target.

To kill himself.

Liu Tianfeng underestimated the power of this Domain God Talisman.

He originally thought the Sixth Elder would only leave a trace of domain power inside.

But in reality, it was much stronger than Liu Tianfeng had anticipated.

Below the Sixth Realm, all could be extinguished!

Even against an ordinary Sixth Realm, it could fight!

Such a fearsome force obliterated everything in an instant.

This white-haired elder disintegrated directly into ashes!

The magic robe on his body, the deacon token at his waist, even the spiritual blade that fell at his feet... everything within an inch around him was entirely obliterated!

Nothing was left in the human world.

Yet outside that inch, everything was calm.

No ripples spread outward.

This is the [Domain]!

Inside the domain and outside of it are two utterly different scenes.

Liu Tianfeng, one of the nine stewards of the Outer Sect, perished at Chi Xi Stream.

A group of Outer Sect disciples were almost left in shock.

Everything happened too fast.

For these ordinary disciples, they had no room to intervene, nor time to react much.

By the time they snapped back to reality, the fallen Ge Long was killed by Steward Liu, and then Steward Liu also died.

Only Chu Huaixu’s gaze suddenly sharpened, his Heart Sword, connected to his mind, warned him.

"Not completely dead yet?"

His eyes could not see the divine soul.

But so what?

Chu Huaixu simply closed his eyes and, following the Heart Sword’s guidance, slashed forward!

Not far away, it seemed as if heat waves rippled in the air on a hot summer day.

Soon thereafter, black gas rose and then dissipated, as if something was struggling in its last moments.

Chu Huaixu dragged his injured body forward a few steps.

Han Shuangjiang followed behind him.

He quickly reached the place where Liu Tianfeng disintegrated into ashes, then looked down at the ground.

Li Chunsong told him, the Sect Leader and Junior Martial Uncle sent him down the mountain to learn how to kill.

But now he was forced to learn to accept the death of fellow disciples.

Whether it was Ge Long’s death or Liu Tianfeng’s death, both happened suddenly.

It was neither shocking nor heart-wrenching.

On the contrary, everything felt rushed.

As if death was inherently a rushed matter.

Did Chu Huaixu like Liu Tianfeng?

Certainly not.

But regardless, if Liu Tianfeng hadn’t voluntarily severed his own right arm, that earlier slash might have landed on Chu Huaixu.

For some reason, a scene floated into his mind.

That was Liu Tianfeng’s fawning smile when he was certain of Chu Huaixu’s impressive background.

Tsk, a brief recollection makes it even more annoying.

But curiously, despite having played "Borrowed Sword" for so long, where he witnessed many cultivators’ deaths, including those of fellow disciples from Spring and Autumn Mountain,

he still felt strange inside.

It wasn’t sorrow, nor was it moving.

But he didn’t know how to describe it.

Anyway, it was completely different from playing the game.

Chu Huaixu stood there, staring expressionlessly at the broken ground.

Stranger still, he suddenly felt a certain envy towards Liu Chengqi.

This was the most uncomfortable feeling in his heart.

"Fine, I promise you." he silently said to himself.

...

...

At the evil cultivation altar, a group of miscellaneous fishes had been entirely slaughtered by the Daoist disciples.

Chu Huaixu fed himself two healing elixirs, then walked over to Mo Qingmei’s side, squatted down, and placed a pill in her mouth too.

He guessed Steward Mo had mainly suffered trauma to her sea of consciousness, causing her to faint, so he fed her a Calming Pill.

Moments after the pill entered her mouth, Mo Qingmei slowly regained consciousness.

After learning about the general course of events, her face looked somewhat unpleasant.

No matter what, she had worked with Liu Tianfeng for many years.

She actually had quite a favorable impression of Liu Tianfeng before his partner’s death.

Therefore, she would feel more stirred and pained.

However, she was a steward.

At this moment, she had to take charge of the situation. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Thus Mo Qingmei stood up, started to issue commands, directing everyone to wrap things up here, and personally destroyed the array on this altar.

She carefully inspected the area multiple times to ensure nothing was amiss before leading the group away.

While leaving, she didn’t forget to say to Chu Huaixu, "Chu Huaixu, thank you for this time."

If it hadn’t been for this young man’s help, her injuries would be more severe, possibly life-threatening.

"Steward Mo, this was my duty as a disciple." he replied.

Having said that, Chu Huaixu suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"Steward Mo, before going out, I hope you will send a transmission to those two senior brothers outside, asking them to keep an eye on Zhao Qianfeng of the Sword Sect." he said in a deep voice.

Upon entering here, there were still some odd details that kept bothering him.

Mo Qingmei, more experienced than him, agreed on this point.

She looked at the young man and said, "I’ve already transmitted the message."

After leaving Chi Xi Stream, the group swam ashore.

The Sword Sect disciple named Zhao Qianfeng lay unconscious on the ground, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

"Hmm? He struck?" Chu Huaixu was surprised.

Those watching over him, including Zhou Yuan, immediately responded: "Junior Brother Chu, no, it’s not that. He suddenly screamed inexplicably and then fainted."

Everyone compared the timings, and Zhao Qianfeng’s scream was almost at the same moment when the eerie divine soul was annihilated by Chu Huaixu.

This only made the situation seem even more suspicious.

They saw the young man in the black gold robe slowly crouch down.

Everyone thought he was going to check on Zhao Qianfeng, but instead, they heard a sound:

"Slap—!"

The iron hand of a Body Refiner landed directly on his face, trying to wake him up in the simplest way.

Chu Huaixu’s slap was so smooth as if it was something he often did.

Seeing that Zhao Qianfeng whimpered but didn’t wake up, he immediately delivered another slap with the back of his hand, hitting the other side of his face.

The Daoist disciples watching felt the pain themselves.

Zhao Qianfeng was forcefully awakened in this manner.

After regaining consciousness, he felt a burning pain on his cheek, and even his neck seemed twisted.

Immediately afterward, he saw a face of utmost indifference.

Chu Huaixu intentionally flicked his right hand lightly in front of Zhao Qianfeng, letting him know that the slap came from him.

Through this gesture, he implied, "You’ve been exposed."

Otherwise, why would you be slapped for no reason while unconscious?

The two locked eyes, and Chu Huaixu directly used the power of the Heart Sword.

Zhao Qianfeng felt that what he was seeing was not just a pair of eyes but an invisible sword pointed at his forehead!

He shuddered violently, a fear that came from the depths of his soul!

The eerie divine soul had planted a spiritual imprint in him, causing him tremendous damage in his Sea of Consciousness.

Now, facing the Heart Sword, he felt as though he was about to be obliterated.

"He wants to kill me!" This indescribable feeling surged in his heart.

For some reason, Zhao Qianfeng immediately began to plead loudly, "Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me!"

"He forced me!"

"He scorned me for being a Middle Grade Spiritual Embryo and wanted me to find him a body with an Upper Grade Spiritual Embryo!"

"If I didn’t comply, I would... I would be destroyed!"

Chu Huaixu looked at him, quietly squatted in front of him, stared at Zhao Qianfeng for a while, and then said:

"It’s okay; you can be destroyed now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Qianfeng started to struggle.

He shouted, "You can’t kill me, Chu Huaixu, you can’t kill me!"

"Yes! You can’t kill me!"

"According to the rules of the Four Great Sects, I must be sent back to the Sword Sect and punished according to their sect rules. You can’t kill me; you have no right to kill me!"

"I confess, I confess everything!"

Chu Huaixu frowned at his words and then looked at Mo Qingmei at the side.

Steward Mo slowly nodded at him.

The Daoist disciples surrounding them looked indignant, itching to get rid of him!

For some reason, the angry crowd was all looking at Chu Huaixu, seemingly waiting for his reaction.

Perhaps it was because he was the first to encounter danger, or perhaps because he finally settled everything.

Reputation is always accumulated through events time and again.

"Chu Huaixu, come over here," Mo Qingmei called out.

She called Chu Huaixu to the side and told him that the Four Great Sects indeed have such a rule.

People don’t break it because if one day a Daoist disciple encounters such a situation, they will also be sent back and punished according to the Daoist sect’s rules.

"This rule is not to be broken, as it equally protects our own rights," Mo Qingmei said.

"His offense is grave; after all, you are the Profound Yellow Leader, and also Senior Brother Liu... In any case, once he returns to the Sword Sect, he is likely to die."

"You know how the Sword Sect acts; when facing us Daoists, they are even more likely to give an explanation!"

Chu Huaixu, hearing this, frowned deeply, thinking it was a bit like extradition.

"As long as he confesses, we can’t do anything?" he asked.

Mo Qingmei nodded and said, "Yes, you can’t use private punishment on him anymore."

She looked at the young man in front of her, wanting to say more, but advised, "I am really angry too, but if one day our Daoist disciple makes a mistake, and the Sword Sect follows this rule, they won’t use private punishment, so you..."

Chu Huaixu looked at her and suddenly asked, "Steward Mo, is it that I can’t inflict punishment on him, right?"

He confirmed once more.

"Yes, right..." She was slightly taken aback, feeling something was amiss.

They saw Chu Huaixu already turning and heading toward Zhao Qianfeng.

Zhao Qianfeng had already stood up, leaning against a tree.

His cheeks were swollen, and as he watched the Profound Yellow Leader stride over, he was a bit afraid.

But this Sword Sect disciple had seen Mo Qingmei calling Chu Huaixu aside.

He guessed that the Daoist Steward had already soothed him and explained the rules clearly.

Zhao Qianfeng didn’t know if he would have a way out once he returned to the Sword Sect.

But he was obviously someone who feared death; surviving a moment longer was good enough.

With this thought, he saw that Chu Huaixu’s face looked bad.

And the worse Chu Huaixu’s expression, the more it showed that Steward Mo was holding him back.

Zhao Qianfeng sighed in relief, a hint of certainty flashing in his eyes.

But Chu Huaixu looked at him from afar and spoke: "It’s said in the Cultivation Realm, sword cultivators are the proudest, see themselves as unparalleled, the most elegant. Among them, Sword Sect sword cultivators are typical."

After speaking, he stared steadily at Zhao Qianfeng.

Zhao Qianfeng suddenly felt a bit nervous again.

"You... what do you mean?"

He didn’t understand what Chu Huaixu meant, but if it was just a few sarcastic remarks, so be it.

However, he soon saw Chu Huaixu walking slowly toward him, until he stood in front of him.

"What do I mean?"

The next moment, he suddenly raised his hand.

Zhao Qianfeng, whose cheeks were swollen, instinctively raised his hands to block.

He held his Lifebound Sword, blocking it in front of him.

Chu Huaixu’s fingers flicked on the sword sheath of the Spirit Sword.

In his Sea of Consciousness, the Heart Sword slashed at this moment.

The Lifebound Sword Spirit of Zhao Qianfeng’s Middle Grade Spirit Sword was instantly annihilated!

With the Lifebound Sword turned into a dead object, his Sea of Consciousness was in chaos, endless pain surged in, and his Sword Dao foundation became unstable, causing him to vomit blood endlessly.

But Chu Huaixu had already turned away, not even glancing at Zhao Qianfeng, who had slid down like a pile of mud at the base of the tree, leaving only one sentence:

"Don’t practice swordsmanship anymore."

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