The Birth of Sword God-Chapter 55 - 54: Revere Me as You Revere a God

The First Sword Venerable, the foremost figure in Sword Dao 1500 years ago.

His achievements in Sword Dao dominated the next five hundred years, unmatched by anyone.

He once said: I am the Sword Dao!

During those five hundred years, though he had passed away, he remained the belief of countless Sword Cultivators in Sword Dao, and even in the Sword Sect, became a spiritual totem-like presence.

Until a thousand years ago, that little Daoist who claimed to be a Sword Cultivator, despite having no sword in his hand, suddenly appeared.

He was too strong, so strong that he gradually became the Daoist Master and then the Dao Ancestor from being a little Daoist in people’s mouths.

He chose to hold that sword, making him the foremost figure in Sword Dao today.

If he chose to hold a blade or spear... it would be the same.

The Dao Ancestor was too strong, his strength was monumental and unprecedented.

Additionally, he crafted the Acupoint Opening Pill, allowing more and more ordinary people to cultivate, making his fame in the Sword Cultivation Realm surpass that of the First Sword Venerable.

But the Sword Sect is different because the Sword Venerable is their Sword Venerable.

Besides, the First Sword Venerable has been gone for five hundred years; can he still fight?

Sword Sect: In short, we do not agree!

What Chu Huaixu just said was indeed shocking. If uttered in the Sword Sect, it would be akin to someone questioning the Dao Ancestor in a Daoist Sect.

This is a challenge to authority.

However... this is not the Sword Sect!

Besides, facts speak louder than words.

Han Shuangjiang, listening on the side, froze momentarily with the teacup in her hand, then gave Chu Huaixu a deep look. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"How dare he say such a thing..." She marveled in her heart, yet felt slightly impressed.

Li Chunsong laughed heartily, slapping the table several times.

"Good! Very good! Extremely good!" He increasingly found Chu Huaixu pleasing to the eye: "Our Daoist disciple should be like this!"

What First Sword Venerable was stronger than the Dao Ancestor? A mere self-boost!

Li Chunsong even suspected that the First Sword Venerable might not even have been able to defeat the sword left by the Dao Ancestor on the mountain!

As for recent years, similar debates occurred between the Daoist Sect and the Sword Sect, but now the comparison was between the Daoist Junior Martial Uncle and the contemporary Sword Venerable.

The former Junior Martial Uncle, before his Fallen Realm, was acknowledged as the leader of the [Four Great Divine Swords].

At that time, the current Sword Venerable had yet to mature.

By the time he achieved Great Success in Sword Dao, the Junior Martial Uncle had already fallen.

Thus, no decisive conclusion was reached, each side arguing its own case.

Of course, Li Chunsong was certain the former Junior Martial Uncle was slightly superior!

Although the contemporary Sword Venerable had a record of defeating a Ninth Realm with an Eighth Realm, the Junior Martial Uncle was no ordinary Ninth Realm?

After laughing, as an elder, Li Chunsong didn’t forget to remind Chu Huaixu: "Don’t say these things outside."

But he planned to share it with his fellow disciples once back.

Sword Venerable was wrong, Sword Venerable was wrong.

If there were wine, he should drink a great toast!

"I increasingly feel you are suited to be the disciple of the Seventh Junior Sister, the grand-disciple of the Junior Martial Uncle." Li Chunsong said with a smile to Chu Huaixu.

"It’s just your looks..." He hesitated.

Alas, being too tall and handsome might not sit well with the jealous Junior Martial Uncle.

But it’s alright, maybe the affection skips a generation?

Besides, he was personally picked and brought up the mountain by the Junior Martial Uncle.

Li Chunsong felt there was no big issue.

"Sixth Elder, my looks?" Chu Huaixu heard him hesitate and asked.

"Nothing, handsome enough, reminiscent of my youthful charm!" Li Chunsong casually replied with a laugh.

As for worshiping Shen Man as a teacher, Chu Huaixu was quite tempted.

After all, he knew very clearly that he was mistaken for someone else and given Xu Ziqing’s role.

But if he suddenly became the grand-disciple of that unrivaled killer, would it not be different?

"It’s said a tiger does not eat its own cubs; I am your only grand-disciple!" He found it reliable enough.

Nonetheless, these are future matters, as he hasn’t even entered the Inner Sect yet.

The urgent task is still to advance to the First Realm and ascend Hidden Spirit Mountain!

After chatting a bit more, Li Chunsong got up to leave.

The door to the bamboo house opened, and Chu Huaixu immediately saw the little servant waiting outside the house.

By now, the sky had turned dark.

Xu Ziqing was outside setting up bowls and chopsticks on the dining table.

As soon as he saw everyone coming out, he immediately saluted Li Chunsong: "Sixth Elder."

This young servant initially didn’t know who Li Chunsong was; he only saw Chu Huaixu unconscious, being carried back flying by someone.

To be able to fly implies being a Great Cultivator!

It was Han Shuangjiang who told him that this person was one of the Daoist Six Elders, and to make sure nothing goes wrong later.

Upon hearing it was an Elder, Xu Ziqing’s heart instantly filled with fervor.

"A great person, one of the few great people in the entire East Continent!" he thought.

The refined young man started to understand why Liu Tianfeng, despite being an Outer Sect Steward, was so keen on pleasing Chu Huaixu.

"I found the right person to follow," Xu Ziqing thought joyfully.

He actually still didn’t know why Chu Huaixu took him away from Steward Liu.

"But clearly, even if it’s the same task of cleaning the latrines, sweeping here is definitely better than over there," the little servant thought.

At this moment, Xu Ziqing bowed in salute, doing his best to catch another glimpse of the Sixth Elder’s demeanor from the corner of his eye.

Though he appeared plain and unremarkable, his cultivation was profound, and my heart longed for it!

Chu Huaixu looked at the handsome young man in front of him, a thought sparking in his mind.

He knew very well how much Xu Ziqing yearned for cultivation.

"If I remember correctly, Xu Ziqing has a line of hatred; his entire family was killed," Chu Huaixu thought.

He had no intention of letting such an important protagonist continue to simply stay by his side as a mere servant.

It would be absurd not to properly cultivate such a top-notch fighter, that would truly be a waste.

"Let’s just say I owe you one," the impersonating Chu Huaixu murmured to himself.

The opportunity for cultivation should certainly be given to him; it would be wrong to even take away his chance for revenge.

Of course, Chu Huaixu definitely intended to plant a seed in the young man’s heart.

Give him a hand, provide him with what he desires most. Then, quoting a movie line: from now on, he will revere me like a god!

"Sixth Elder, disciple has one more question to ask." Chu Huaixu stopped Li Chunsong, who was preparing to leave.

"Oh? Speak," the Charitable Gambling King turned his head and said.

"Sixth Elder, how can an ordinary person become a Registered Disciple of our Daoist Sect?" he inquired.

"There are tests upon tests," Li Chunsong replied, "Why are you asking this?"

Xu Ziqing stood by, eagerly listening with his ears pricked up.

His heart began to pound wildly; this was what he most wanted to know!

He was incredibly excited, his breath almost halting.

The refined young man didn’t know why his master was asking this, but he desperately wanted to know the standards for entering the Daoist Sect.

Chu Huaixu pointed at the little servant and replied, "Reporting to Sixth Elder, Han Shuangjiang and I accidentally discovered this person’s high comprehension. While we were practicing Martial World Martial Arts, he just watched a few times and learned it."

"I don’t know if this counts as a talent, but I feel it’s a bit of a pity for him to be a servant with me," he said.

Upon hearing this, Xu Ziqing felt like he was struck by lightning, completely stunned.

His gaze at Chu Huaixu changed, and his whole heart rose to his throat.

However, Li Chunsong just laughed, "You, a mere Acupoint Opening Stage boy, have developed a sense of cherishing talent?"

Little did he know, Chu Huaixu was internally complaining, "Laugh! Laugh all you want! It was clearly your failure to manage your subordinates well, I’m helping you cover up!"

We’ll see if you’re still laughing when your Junior Martial Uncle returns!

Li Chunsong warned, "This isn’t something you should be concerning yourself with right now."

"Yes, I realize my mistake," Chu Huaixu replied earnestly.

Listening to the conversation, Xu Ziqing’s heart sank to the depths.

"As expected, is there still no hope?"

"Father, Mother, Little Sister, Grandma..." He fell into bottomless despair.

Unexpectedly, Li Chunsong continued, "If he learns Martial World Martial Arts by watching, it seems he possesses good comprehension in the Technique aspect."

"Never mind, take him to find Niu Yuanshan, just say it’s my command," Li Chunsong casually said.

Martial arts are martial arts, the techniques of a cultivator are techniques; they cannot be equated, so he didn’t take it too seriously.

But a mere Registered Disciple is indeed a trivial matter.

For those truly great figures, ordinary people are like dust on the ground, just waiting in a corner for the wind from them walking by to lift us up. Should we have the fortune to land on their shoes and follow them for a bit, that would be a moment of unparalleled fortune.

— The fly attaches itself to the horse’s tail and travels a thousand miles!

Such is the world; what may constitute a life-changing event for you, enabling a leap in social status and altering your life’s trajectory, is rather insignificant for those truly great figures.

Yet countless people spend their entire lives without encountering such a benefactor.

The life of the little servant, however, has come to its first turning point.

With a wave of his sleeve, Li Chunsong flew into the air and departed. This small matter of a Registered Disciple is likely something he’ll forget in a turn of the head.

Xu Ziqing only felt the world spinning, finding himself in a daze, his mood fluctuating greatly, with ringing in his ears, looking incredibly bewildered.

"Pop—!" His back was suddenly slapped hard by Chu Huaixu, causing him to snap awake with a bit of pain, his whole body tingling.

This man looked at him with displeasure, "Go! What are you dawdling for, come with me to meet Steward Niu!"

He said this and then walked forward without turning back.

The refined young man stood stunned in place, deeply staring at Chu Huaixu’s rather lazy and tall back, then clenched his fist tightly, nails digging into his skin, as he ran to catch up.

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