Chapter 150: 『Chu Brother, Please Draw Your Life-bound Sword!』

ㄴ Kui Muquan, who had been barking non-stop, now lay on the ground like a stray dog.

ㄴ Since the surrounding spectators were mostly members of the 【Dao Gate】 or affiliated sects, their collective disdain for his disgraceful conduct kept them from stepping forward.

– Weren’t you pretty arrogant earlier?

– Why aren’t you barking now?

– We’re already being kind by not kicking you while you're down.

ㄴ In the end, it was the remaining disciples of the Spring and Autumn Mountain who pushed through the crowd, came forward to check his injuries, and helped Kui Muquan to the side.

ㄴ On the high platform, Teng Lingyi looked at Mei Chuxue and asked, “Aren’t you going to check on his injuries?”

ㄴ “It’s nothing serious. Might as well let it be a lesson,” said Mei Chuxue.

ㄴ She continued, “Kui Muquan entered the Dao through arrogance. Life’s been too smooth for him within Spring and Autumn Mountain.”

ㄴ “Now, a bit of setback isn’t bad. We’ll see whether he crumbles or manages to hold on to his arrogance,” Mei Chuxue said.

ㄴ With even their seeded contestant eliminated, she had also given up somewhat.

ㄴ Better to adjust the mindset and treat this as a trial. Who knows? Maybe destruction leads to rebirth.

ㄴ At this moment, both she and Teng Lingyi felt a kind of shared misery.

ㄴ Among the genius disciples of their three sects, only Geng Tianhe remained.

ㄴ Therefore, Mei Chuxue and Teng Lingyi naturally... hoped he’d lose!

ㄴ He absolutely must not win.

ㄴ If one of them lost face, then all three sects would lose face together.

ㄴ Besides, these two Eighth Realm cultivators already had a preference for Chu Huaixu.

ㄴ Mei Chuxue was purely drawn to his appearance, while Teng Lingyi was curious about his cultivation method.

ㄴ However, until now, Geng Tianhe still had not shown up and was likely still in seclusion, racing against time.

ㄴ Xiang Yan and the others couldn't help but think, “Maybe Situ Cheng was right. He probably won’t appear until right before the match begins.”

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ㄴ On the platform, Han Shuangjiang slowly stepped down.

ㄴ She had already returned to her usual appearance.

ㄴ Still, each time this happened, she felt slightly disoriented, with a light sense of dizziness.

ㄴ Fortunately, the discomfort would fade after a while.

ㄴ In her eyes, the black-and-white world had fully returned to normal.

ㄴ No longer was Chu Huaixu the only vivid figure; the entire world was once again full of color.

ㄴ But so what?

ㄴ She had already understood his uniqueness.

ㄴ For Han Shuangjiang, once she entered that realm of artistic conception, it was like overlooking all worldly cycles from a high vantage.

ㄴ But Chu Huaixu was different.

ㄴ In the Growth Rings Secret Realm, he had accompanied her through an entire cycle of reincarnation.

ㄴ “A beautiful win. Crisp and clean,” Chu Huaixu turned to her and gently praised.

ㄴ He knew very well that the Reincarnation Sword Intent created a heavy psychological pressure.

ㄴ One would feel as if the person before them was truly a being of the heavens!

ㄴ That emotionless gaze, that extreme indifference—all of it carried an oppressive weight.

ㄴ But thankfully, he was 【Fearless】.

ㄴ Hearing his praise, Han Shuangjiang did not become arrogant. She softly said, “You know that a strike like that... I could barely manage a second one.”

ㄴ “It doesn't matter. They couldn’t take one strike anyway, right?” said Chu Huaixu.

ㄴ He had long realized that this Big Ice Block, who had practically taken the script for the Main Female Protagonist, always felt she wasn't enough, always secretly pushing herself further.

ㄴ Unlike him—after showing off, he could bask in it for ages.

ㄴ “What’s the point of showing off if it doesn't make you happy!” He was genuinely shocked.

ㄴ That’s just... so damn against nature...

ㄴ The matches continued one after another, but none could match the brilliance of Han Shuangjiang’s.

ㄴ Just before it was Little Xu’s turn, he finally arrived late, carrying his massive Sword Case, walking alone into the Martial Arena.

ㄴ The moment he appeared, many eyes instinctively turned toward his left hand.

ㄴ “Already fully healed?”

ㄴ “Doesn’t seem to have any hidden injuries either.”

ㄴ People had already begun to mourn for his opponent.

ㄴ As long as Xu Ziqing had the Bronze Sword in hand, and could once more perform that self-destructive sword strike with his left arm—how could anyone possibly stop him?

ㄴ Many had already begun comparing that strike to Han Shuangjiang’s earlier blow.

ㄴ “I wonder which of them would win?” the crowd mused.

ㄴ Regardless, for the disciples of the 【Dao Gate】, just the thought that this year’s Eastern Continent Grand Competition might end in an internal match made them puff out their chests with pride.

ㄴ To not only host the grand competition but also achieve such results—how could they not feel proud, feel honored?

ㄴ Upon entering the Martial Arena, Xu Ziqing immediately began looking for his Senior Brother.

ㄴ Spotting Chu Huaixu, he gently excused himself through the crowd.

ㄴ “Senior Brother,” he greeted respectfully.

ㄴ Then, turning to Han Shuangjiang, he said, “Senior Sister Han.”

ㄴ Chu Huaixu looked at the youth and asked, “Little Xu, how’s your injury?”

ㄴ “Thanks to the pill Senior Situ gifted me that day, it’s fully healed. No hidden issues at all,” he reported truthfully.

ㄴ Chu Huaixu nodded and said, “If possible, try not to use your sword too frequently.”

ㄴ In his view, even in Body Training, one shouldn’t repeatedly strain their left arm to such a degree in such a short span.

ㄴ What, was he treating it like a Qilin Arm?

ㄴ “Alright, I understand.” The delicate-looking youth responded immediately, as if receiving a royal decree.

ㄴ With the match officially beginning, Xu Ziqing stepped onto the platform.

  The disciple who was to duel with him already felt defeated the moment they exchanged bows and he caught sight of that massive Sword Case.

This man remained distraught the entire time, his eyes constantly fixated on Xu Ziqing’s giant Sword Case during the match.

As if he were just waiting for Xu Ziqing to draw his sword, so he could close his eyes and accept his fate.

How could anyone fight properly in that kind of mindset?

As a result, this female cultivator from Luo Heaven Valley, named Feng Qiushui, was riddled with openings, repeatedly exploited by the refined young man. In the end, he didn’t even need to use the Bronze Sword to win the match.

Beneath the platform, if not for the decent conduct of the audience, the arena might’ve already erupted into a wave of boos.

“Not exciting! Not exciting at all!”

“At least force him to open that Sword Case!”

“This just looked like she gave up from the start. She might as well have surrendered. Why even fight?”

The defeated Feng Qiushui blushed, not expecting to lose in such fashion.

On the high platform, Teng Lingyi’s expression turned rather grim.

This was Luo Heaven Valley’s only remaining contender.

Losing was acceptable—but not like this!

Teng Lingyi could only think, “Once we’re back, I’m giving them a thorough scolding!”

“What a disgrace for my Luo Heaven Valley!”

In contrast, the young man on stage remained entirely sincere even after his victory.

He cupped his hands and said, “Senior Sister Feng, you seemed distracted and didn’t give it your all. Ziqing’s win was unearned.”

“If the chance arises, I would like to seek your guidance again,” he said.

Feng Qiushui, hearing this, couldn’t help but give him a deep look.

She felt that this junior, despite his Male Body, Feminine Appearance, and being even more beautiful than herself, truly had impressive grace.

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……

Time passed, and the matches proceeded one after another.

Soon, it was time for Chu Huaixu and Geng Tianhe’s showdown.

This was the highlight countless people had been waiting for.

Yet, even now, Geng Tianhe had yet to appear.

As the time approached, Chu Huaixu stepped onto the platform.

He stood alone on the stage, looking around.

If the opponent failed to appear within the allotted time, he would win by default—victory without combat.

On the high platform, even Xiang Yan couldn’t help but speak up: “Fellow Daoist Situ, has your junior still not emerged from seclusion?”

Situ Cheng’s brows furrowed. “I’m not sure myself. Perhaps something’s gone wrong?”

“Why don’t you go check, then?” Xiang Yan said, using the harshest tone to speak the kindest words.

This second-ranked sword cultivator among the Four Great Divine Swords spread his Divine Sense.

Then, he spoke out, “No need. He’s already here.”

In the distance, someone was seen using a movement technique, arriving at the Martial Arena right on time.

Today’s Geng Tianhe looked vastly different from his usual self.

It wasn’t that he was completely disheveled, but his collar was noticeably crooked.

His hair was messy, his eyes bloodshot.

Most importantly, the aura emanating from his body was in complete disarray.

For a genius like him, his aura should usually be restrained.

Yet at this very moment, Geng Tianhe’s Qi Flow seemed in utter chaos.

It was obvious that the Spiritual Energy in his body must have turned partially turbulent.

Chu Huaixu looked at him and asked bluntly, “What happened to you?”

Geng Tianhe raised his head, staring directly at him. “Brother Chu, I had hoped to fully comprehend the Great River Sword Intent before our match.”

“But I was always just one step away, unable to find the door!”

“I forcibly broke through now, for the sole purpose of fighting you!”

“I’ll tell you straight—my goal is to borrow your Sword Intent, to help me take that final step!”

“Will Brother Chu grant me that favor?” He raised both fists and cupped them earnestly toward Chu Huaixu.

Chu Huaixu, however, simply smiled indifferently and said, “This is a match we’re going to fight anyway. What’s there to ‘grant’ or not?”

So you want to use me as a whetstone for your sword? Fine by me.

Unexpectedly, seeing this as agreement, Geng Tianhe once again cupped his hands, his attitude even more sincere, and with those bloodshot eyes fixed on Chu Huaixu, declared loudly:

“Then, I ask Brother Chu—please draw your sword!”

By forcing his way out of seclusion and risking Qi Deviation, he had clearly gone to extremes.

In such a state, what he most wanted to see was Chu Huaixu’s sword!

If he participated in the Eastern Continent Grand Competition, and failed to witness Chu Huaixu’s sword even once, he wouldn’t be satisfied!

Even if, in the next moment, he was crushed and defeated miserably under that sword, he would accept it willingly.

Beneath the platform, the crowd instantly erupted.

Truth be told, all the spectators also wanted to see Chu Huaixu’s Life-bound Sword with their own eyes!

They couldn’t help it—this guy had stirred up far too much hype.

From the beginning of the competition, everyone had assumed he was a pure Body Cultivator, only to find he also practiced both sword and body.

But through it all, no one had actually seen his sword.

Yet everyone’s curiosity had been tightly gripped, their appetites long whetted.

Even atop the high platform, Situ Cheng and the others stared intently at the young man clad in Black Robes.

They, too, were curious—what kind of sword would Chu Huaixu wield?

Seeing him momentarily stunned and slow to respond, Geng Tianhe couldn’t help but once more cup his hands, his tone even more earnest, loudly proclaiming:

“Geng Tianhe... seeks the sword from Brother Chu!”

Hearing this, Chu Huaixu stared at him for a long moment before sighing helplessly.

Under countless watchful eyes, he raised his hand and lightly patted the Storage Token at his waist, retrieving an object from within.

Amid the crowd’s anticipation, a plain black Sword Scabbard appeared in his hand.

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