The Birth of Sword God-Chapter 82 - 79: Evil Sword and Heart Sword

At the peak of Hidden Spirit Mountain, the sword left behind by the Dao Ancestor shimmered sharply under the sunlight.

It’s unknown what Heavenly and Earthly Treasures it was forged from, but it appeared like an ordinary Copper Sword, only presenting a blue-black hue.

It wasn’t particularly aesthetically pleasing, forming a stark contrast with the ethereal "Zhegu Heaven."

Yet, it was so powerful, powerful enough to disdain everyone.

Chu Huaixu risked half his old life just barely to reach the mountain peak.

However, on this platform, the Spiritual Pressure had not dissipated and still lingered.

The sword stood so aloof and high.

The sword held such a high posture.

Even though it was locked on this high mountain, it refused to be sealed within a Sword Scabbard, preferring to hover above the stone platform, higher than anyone who came here.

At this moment, Chu Huaixu remembered something.

"There is a No-Fly Array on Hidden Spirit Mountain."

"Below the Ninth Realm, all are forbidden to fly!"

But this sword could float in the air.

Earlier, Chu Huaixu felt a force on the mountain peak guiding him, something was leading him in the dark.

At this moment, he could fully confirm this did not originate from the sword.

It only possessed arrogance, disdain, hatred, anger...

"I even suspect, if not for the layers of Restrictions sealing it, would it fly directly over to chop me up?" thought Chu Huaixu.

He felt the possibility was high.

But no matter what, finally! Finally seeing this legendary sword!

Looking at it, Chu Huaixu suddenly grinned.

His features were twisted by the Spiritual Pressure, making his smile not particularly handsome, but rather somewhat eerie.

From his expression alone, it wasn’t clear what he was smiling at.

At this moment, he was still bleeding from seven orifices, but due to his strong self-healing ability, it didn’t matter much.

Chu Huaixu maintained that smile.

Though he could only gaze up at it, the sword became more and more angry, more and more hateful.

Because the gaze in Chu Huaixu’s eyes carried unmistakable mockery.

"This Copper Sword, is so fucking ugly!"

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....

When Chu Huaixu was on Earth, he had seen the real body of King Goujian’s Sword.

The Spring and Autumn King Goujian’s Sword, a Bronze Sword.

The sword hilt flares outward into a circular loop, internally cast with 11 concentric circles just 0.2 millimeters apart.

The blade is covered with patterned black diamond-shaped dark pattern, with bird seal script near the grip reading "King Goujian of Yue, for personal use."

This world-renowned Bronze Sword indeed looked somewhat imposing.

But this sword before him?

Although it’s unknown what divine materials it was forged from to possess such fearsome might, its shape was indeed average.

It’s only slightly longer than an ordinary Copper Sword.

The blade bore no special patterns.

Time indeed leaves no trace on it, but that merely means it hasn’t rusted to become uglier.

In Chu Huaixu’s mind, the so-called first sword in the world should either be simpler, more reserved.

Or more imposing, more sharp.

This appearance of neither here nor there is truly hard to assess.

But just a glance and Chu Huaixu began to believe a certain version of the legend.

He began to believe it was an Evil Sword!

Before he saw it, the Spiritual Pressure of the ascent could be explained as a test from the sword.

But seeing its stance now, and the murderous intent it exuded, Chu Huaixu instantly agreed with the saying of the Evil Sword.

Furthermore, he could feel the Little Sword in his Sea of Consciousness being wary of this Bronze Sword.

For Chu Huaixu, though he had already traversed dimensions, he carried a bit of the silly player’s demeanor.

To the player: being strong is temporary, but being handsome is a lifetime commitment.

Some Spiritual Artifacts might be average overall, but as long as they look cool, they carry a premium.

No big deal, just buying a skin.

Expect much attribute bonus from a shabby skin?

"No worries, you are the number one sword in the world, I don’t mind you."

Chu Huaixu, like a cripple with difficulty in movement, began struggling forward.

Overall, moving on flat ground is lighter than climbing the mountain.

But this mountain peak platform is indeed quite large.

So he moved for quite a while longer before coming before the sword.

Chu Huaixu’s face bore dried bloodstains.

New blood flowed under the assault of the Spiritual Pressure.

But just like his earlier roar, he truly wasn’t afraid of pain.

This caused the floating sword to grow increasingly resentful of him.

In the Daoist Hall, the crowd felt somewhat perplexed.

The Bronze Sword’s state was peculiar today.

They knew the sword was arrogant, even it looked down on them.

However, the hatred the Sword Spirit expressed today seemed excessively intense.

These people possessed such powerful Divine Sense Power, they naturally sensed the Artifact Spirit more acutely.

"Why do I feel... the Sword Spirit also carries resentment?" Nangong Yue, the Artifact Refining Grandmaster, spoke.

This was even more bizarre.

Everyone knew it was an Evil Sword, they understood why it wanted to kill Chu Huaixu.

But why... was there hatred?

Standing on the mountain peak, Chu Huaixu carried [Heart Sword], he was equally sensitive to the Artifact Spirit.

Hence, all the emotions of the Bronze Sword, he comprehended thoroughly.

He raised his head, arduously spoke, his voice hoarse and quivering uncontrollably, yet striving to calm himself:

"You hate me?"

"I know why you hate me!"

Chu Huaixu laughed, he laughed again, more unrestrained and joyous.

For he sensed the Bronze Sword’s murderous intent grow thicker, the hatred intensifying.

I, for one, practice the damn "Dao Scripture"!

The full version of the "Dao Scripture"!

The exact same "Dao Scripture" the Dao Ancestor practiced!

"It seems the legend is indeed true," Chu Huaixu thought to himself.

"The Dao Ancestor has been suppressing this Evil Sword all along!"

So, how could it not harbor hatred!

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...

The wind atop Hidden Spirit Mountain was particularly noisy.

Chu Huaixu began to slowly lift his right hand.

Though the sword floated, it didn’t rise very high.

As long as he raised his hand, he could touch its tip.

Veins bulged on Chu Huaixu’s broad hand, and the Little Sword within his Sea of Consciousness surged with battle intent.

Upon reaching the mountain’s peak, he intended to find out where the mysterious pull originated from, or rather, what it came from?

In any case, it certainly wasn’t from this ugly sword!

However, the Spiritual Pressure was too overwhelming; both his physical body and Sea of Consciousness were on the verge of collapse.

So much so that the mysterious sensation was almost undetectable, overshadowed by the pressure.

In an instant, the Spiritual Pressure emitted by the Bronze Sword dissipated completely.

An expression of doubt flashed across Chu Huaixu’s eyes.

But he roughly understood in his heart.

The sword had detected his intention to reach out and touch it.

It was locked onto this mountain, unable to move an inch.

Thus, it waited.

All along the way, Chu Huaixu touched many swords.

Today, having reached the summit, he surely wouldn’t just come to look at it!

What’s there to see?

Especially since it’s this ugly.

Chu Huaixu concluded in his heart that this sword couldn’t kill anyone now.

"In these thousand years, every generation of Sword Venerable has climbed the mountain to test the sword; this is well-known." He thought.

"If it still had the ability to kill, none of these Sword Venerables would have returned alive."

"How could that monstrous evil flame resist a bloodthirsty chance."

"Since the Dao Ancestor left it here, it must be safe."

"At most, it can only flaunt some Spiritual Pressure now, and even that is restricted to a small emission through the array."

"But strangely enough... with the Sword Venerables coming to test the sword under these conditions, how do they fight?"

This was undoubtedly beyond Chu Huaixu’s current Realm to answer.

Past Sword Venerables were at least Eighth Realm powerhouses.

He closed his eyes, feeling the emotions conveyed by the Heart Sword.

"Alright, let’s go with your plan!" he shouted hoarsely as he suddenly opened his eyes.

Chu Huaixu’s fingertip touched the Bronze Sword’s body, and in the next moment, he was sent flying backward!

Previously, the Spirit Swords had flown away after being touched by him because their Sword Spirits were shaken—causing the swords to follow suit.

At this moment, it was the same.

The Heart Sword within his Sea of Consciousness was too weak, in poor condition.

Currently, it hadn’t reached anywhere near its limits; it was just at the initial stage.

Such a result didn’t surprise Chu Huaixu.

Even the Super Grade Spirit Sword was shaken off but could at least push him back half a step, let alone this?

But damn it, it hurt!

Falling to the ground wasn’t much of a concern.

The real issue was that his Sea of Consciousness almost completely collapsed!

This resulted in a momentary blackout, a pain as if his spiritual world was being torn apart.

His head felt like it was about to explode!

Yet Chu Huaixu didn’t regret it.

Because at the instant his fingertip touched the Bronze Sword, a system prompt sounded in his ear.

"[Ding! You’ve completed a passive task—Sword Spirit’s Suppression.]"

Apart from that, with the Spiritual Pressure’s dissipation, he finally understood where the mysterious pull was coming from!

Moreover, he realized that his Heart Sword’s status was seemingly no inferior to the Bronze Sword’s Sword Spirit!

Except, it was more like a remnant of its strength, while the Bronze Sword was in its prime.

Chu Huaixu struggled to his feet, looking toward the high sword.

It looked down on him with unabashed arrogance, disdain, hatred, intent to kill...

Now, having been sent flying once, the Sword Spirit seemed even more mocking.

"You seem quite pleased and proud?" Chu Huaixu asked.

He patted the dust off himself, then wiped his face with a relatively clean sleeve, removing some of the blood stains.

The wind on the peak was strong, causing his black robe to flap loudly and his long black hair to dance backward.

Chu Huaixu, eyes bloodshot, pressed forward again.

The sword hovered in the air, no longer emitting Spiritual Pressure, not minding sending this ant flying once more.

Observing his current sorry state, this instigator was undoubtedly amused to some extent.

However, Chu Huaixu didn’t reach to touch it but instead quickly grabbed for the Black Bead hanging on the Sword Scabbard!

The mysterious pull came precisely from this Black Bead.

The entirely black Sword Scabbard lay flat on the stone platform, ancient and graceful.

The Black Bead didn’t appear extraordinary, its texture not transparent.

After being sent flying earlier, Chu Huaixu had already made a determination in his heart and found the answer. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

This Black Bead was his choice at this moment.

Because it even attracted the Spiritual Power in his body generated by the Dao Scripture!

Chu Huaixu grasped the Bead with his right hand, placing his left hand on the charred Pass Token, ready at any moment to crush the Wooden Token to activate the Teleportation Array and return to the mountain foot.

But an anomaly occurred in that instant.

The Sword Scabbard lay on the stone platform, sealed here by a Restriction, unable to move.

This Black Bead still appeared plain, like common goods.

Yet the black string tying it to the Sword Scabbard didn’t break.

A mystical power, sensing only to Chu Huaixu, spread outward from the Black Bead, draining all his Spiritual Power.

The Bead in his hand, with a forceful pull, even brought down the entirely black Sword Scabbard along with it.

The seal broke in an instant, and the Sword Scabbard collided into his chest.

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