Using entries to cultivate immortality in chaotic times-Chapter 263 - 136: Sword Cultivator, Not Strong Enough.

Chapter 263: Chapter 136: ‘Sword Cultivator, Not Strong Enough.

Chao Tian Sect, within the mountain.

The scholar sat on a hillside, looking sideways at Chen Qiu, who was playing with a wolf cub not far away in the grass, smiling without speaking. Signing the Beast Taming Contract didn’t involve any complex steps.

It only required setting up a simple Spirit Gathering Array.

It didn’t even need Mid-grade Spirit Stones.

Only a few hundred low-grade Spirit Stones were needed to establish communication with the demon beast, and for the contract to be acknowledged by the Heavenly Dao; after signing the Beast Taming Contract, the demon beast would absolutely be unable to attack its master, and its cultivation would gradually improve along with the master’s.

The downside was that each person could only contract one demon beast, and it had to be one with a lower cultivation than oneself.

After all, you can’t make a higher-cultivation demon beast acknowledge you as its master.

Yet the wolf cub had a cultivation of Golden Core fifth layer, which was theoretically much higher than Brother Qiu’s, making a contract ostensibly impossible. However, exceptions exist, such as the wolf cub inexplicably respecting Chen Qiu. Under such circumstances, even a demon beast with higher cultivation could be successfully contracted.

“Hey.”

At that moment—

Fat Long, who also sat on the hillside with a foxtail grass in his mouth, looked in the direction of the scholar and murmured, as if in a trance, “Say, when you were once Da Xia’s number one sword cultivator, didn’t you do any earth-shattering deeds?”

“I did,”

the scholar said softly. “I did many things that I considered earth-shattering, but most of them went unnoticed, except for a few battles in public, which many witnessed.”

“Actually, I’ve always wanted to ask you something.”

“What is it?” Fat Long asked casually.

“That term ‘Stockholm syndrome’ you mentioned last time, that’s not the name of a dog, right? It sounds like a disease.”

“Why bring this up all of a sudden?”

…

The scholar remained silent for a moment before continuing, “My parents died early, but left us some things before they passed, nothing too valuable, just a little notebook with some journal entries, with the words ‘Stockholm syndrome’ written on it.”

“I had almost forgotten about it until I heard it again from you.”

Fat Long suddenly fell silent and expressionless, tilting his head to look into the scholar’s eyes for a long time without speaking. That term was known only to transmigrators, but why would it appear in the journal of the scholar’s parents?

Could it be that another transmigrator mentioned the term in public, and the scholar’s parents found it catchy and jotted it in their diary?

“That little notebook, I burned it a long time ago when I was very young. I only remember part of the story, where my mother said she was captured by mountain bandits and taken to be the Mountain Village Lady. Initially, she was unwilling, but eventually developed feelings for my father due to Stockholm syndrome. You could tell from my mother’s writings in the text that she struggled with her emotions.”

“Later entries noted, one day, a righteous cultivator came to eradicate the mountain stronghold. My father told my mother to escape, but she said she would not run, and then there were no further entries.”

“From the context, the meaning of Stockholm syndrome appears to roughly be, starting off as being forcibly brought together, then gradually developing affection?”

…

Fat Long’s mouth twitched slightly, at a loss for words, feeling that the world was more messed-up than he had imagined. If what the scholar said was true, then the scholar’s mother was also a transmigrator, who then gave birth to the scholar.

Roughly estimating,

the scholar could be considered a hybrid.

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He and the scholar were like half siblings.

That would explain why the scholar’s brother was speechless; after all, hybrids often have some more or less issues.

Before Fat Long could speak,

the scholar continued to murmur, “Later, I became Da Xia’s number one sword cultivator, though only briefly as Da Xia’s number one sword cultivator, but still, I was Da Xia’s number one sword cultivator. Over a hundred years ago, there was a truly unparalleled sword cultivator.”

“He originated from a small village in the Hundred Countries, a truly insignificant place. At that time, that sword cultivator, garbed in white, had a face as cold as a millennia-old snow mountain, emotionless, killed his way to Da Xia Country, and seized the top position on that year’s list of Heavenly Prides.”

“Many admired him at that time, considering that sword cultivator to be the strongest in the history of Da Xia.”

“How strong was he really…”

After pondering for a long while, the scholar continued, “I never met him in person, only saw records of him in folklore; there’s hardly anything recorded about him in the official history of Da Xia, but various pieces of folklore had indeed recorded many of his real deeds.”

“All I know is that as a sword cultivator, every one of his sword strikes contained not a hint of Sword Intent, very unremarkable, but when that sword was swung, the sun and the moon would perish, and the heavens and earth would darken.”

“That sword cultivator, having cultivated up to the sixth layer of Golden Core at the time, was extremely powerful in Da Xia, even the act of crushing cultivators of Golden Core Peak Great Perfection was not beyond him.”

“Shortly after, that sword cultivator died, reportedly due to severe injuries in his youth, and after showing up on Snow Mountain in the North Continent, no further news emerged. Countless sword cultivators lamented his passing.”

“And I wanted to become like that white-clothed sword cultivator, which is why I call myself a White-clothed Sword Cultivator.”

“Mmhmm.”

Fat Long shrugged, “Brother Qiu has said, there are too many Heavenly Prides in this world; I don’t have such grand ambitions. I feel it’s good just to be alive, and as long as I keep living, one day I can become strong.”