Chapter 195 : Chu Huaixu Threatens Jiang Zhi

Chapter 195: Chu Huaixu Threatens Jiang Zhi

Whether or not he could advance to the Ninth Realm without needing the 【Fragment of Xuanhuang Origin】—as someone who was only in the First Realm—Chu Huaixu couldn’t possibly have the answer to that just yet.

Thinking about this question now was undoubtedly premature.

Of course, the 【Fragment of Xuanhuang Origin】 could accelerate cultivation speed. That alone was irresistibly tempting.

Even if it wasn’t a necessary item for him to break into the Ninth Realm, he still had to get his hands on such a treasure.

If conditions allowed, he even wanted to get a few more.

“One for Big Ice Block, another for Little Xu.”

As for resisting the Kunlun Grotto-Heaven, Chu Huaixu would certainly do his part, as much as he was able.

“No choice, the game 《Borrowed Sword》 was just set up with this kind of grand background. Bro didn’t transmigrate to the Kunlun Grotto-Heaven’s side, so this is a natural faction,” he thought to himself.

Unknowingly, they had all been chatting for quite some time.

Xiang Yan asked once more, “Chu Huaixu, do you have any more doubts?”

“Not at the moment,” Chu Huaixu replied.

Jiang Zhi immediately transformed into the Pressure Freak, and said, “Then go back and train hard.”

“The Origin Spirit Realm is the top priority. Once that’s resolved, you must push yourself even harder. Try to grow stronger in the shortest time possible.”

“As for everything else, you need not worry.”

Ever since Chu Huaixu had shown his ability to obliterate a Nascent Soul, Jiang Zhi had resolved to rigorously urge him forward—never to slack off on the path of cultivation!

I must treat him with the same standards as one would treat the savior of the sword.

Upon hearing this, Li Chunsong added from the side, “Chu Huaixu, keep a good mindset. Don’t rush, and don’t put too much pressure on yourself.”

He was genuinely just concerned about this kid.

Couldn’t be helped—today this damned gambler had gotten another big win.

“Who still dares to say that I, Li Chunsong, brought back the wrong person from the mountain?”

“Isn’t he clearly even more perfect than the one mentioned in the Dao Ancestor’s Maxim?”

“No no no, that’d be a bit disrespectful to the Dao Ancestor… but at the very least, they’re on par!”

Right now, Li Chunsong was absolutely inflated with pride.

Xu Ziqing and Han Shuangjiang, those two saviors, were chosen by the Dao Ancestor.

“But Chu Huaixu, he was chosen by me! Haha, hahaha!”

If you rounded it up a little, then wouldn’t that mean I’m basically… basically...

Li Chunsong was practically euphoric.

“If not for me, Li Chunsong, there’d be no one in the world who could obliterate a Nascent Soul! Hmph!” He was truly basking in his own glory.

That sense of shared honor far surpassed even that of Chu Yinyin, the Second Master.

“They say the master leads you through the door, but cultivation is up to the individual.”

“But was he brought in by you, Shen Man and Chu Yinyin?”

Every time Li Chunsong thought about this, his posture straightened up, and he couldn’t help but puff out his chest.

At this moment, Chu Huaixu nodded slightly toward his elders, intending to take his leave.

But then he suddenly recalled something.

“Sect Master, Little Martial Uncle Ancestor, esteemed Elders—I have one more question.”

“Oh? What is it?” Xiang Yan asked curiously.

“What I want to ask is… in cases like Steward Liu and Senior Brother Ge Long, how will the sect handle matters afterward?” Chu Huaixu remembered the promise he made to Liu Tianfeng.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhi, the Pressure Freak, immediately replied, “This is not a matter for you to consider. The Dao Gate has its own rules and procedures. You need only prepare yourself for the Origin Spirit Realm.”

Chu Huaixu: “......”

He suddenly felt like Jiang Zhi reminded him of a certain type of teacher from his school days.

As if anything besides studying was wrong. Any unrelated matters were things that shouldn’t even be touched.

As if everyone lived solely for the sake of studying.

Xiang Yan glanced at the Little Martial Uncle and couldn’t help but sigh internally.

The Little Martial Uncle really did lack a bit of tact in his words.

But as the Sect Master, Xiang Yan was meticulous to the extreme.

Don’t be fooled by his ugly appearance, his big bald head like a giant marinated egg, and that classic Villain face—he was actually very thoughtful!

“Chu Huaixu is experiencing the death of a fellow disciple for the first time. He must be filled with all kinds of thoughts.”

He remembered very clearly how, when he was young, the first time he witnessed the death of a fellow disciple, his mind had spiraled with countless thoughts.

So he patiently explained, “According to sect rules, for disciples like Liu Tianfeng who have surviving children, the sect will provide Sect Contribution Points as compensation.”

With its deep foundations, the Dao Gate would surely be generous in this regard.

But no matter how generous, it probably wouldn’t cover the cost of a single Xuantian Embryo Breathing Pill.

As a “pill dealer,” Chu Huaixu knew very well how rare and valuable a Seventh-grade Spiritual Pill was.

Even though Chu Yinyin had handed him that pill with casual ease, it was in truth an extremely costly treasure.

Just the refining ingredients alone—those Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures—were already incredibly valuable.

Moreover, a Seventh-grade Spiritual Pill required a cultivator at the level of Pill Refining Grandmaster. Even the Pill King himself wouldn’t have a 100% success rate.

Having thought this through, since Chu Huaixu had promised Liu Tianfeng, then this matter had to be fulfilled.

“Forgive me for asking, but… are the Sect Contribution Points enough to exchange for a single Xuantian Embryo Breathing Pill?”

“Before his death, Steward Liu begged me to ask the sect for one on behalf of his son Liu Chengqi, whose Spirit Embryo was injured.”

Dead Fox slyly added at just the right moment, “Steward Liu did save me once. I owe him. If the contribution points are insufficient, I’d be willing to help make up the difference.”

Of course, if it really came to compensating the shortfall, he’d do it.

But the more Chu Huaixu said, the more Jiang Zhi frowned.

His voice grew colder and sterner. “I said, this is not your concern. The sect has its arrangements. Go into seclusion and focus on cultivating. Do not dwell on these trivial matters!”

Under normal circumstances, Chu Huaixu should have bowed and left right then.

But he remained rooted in the center of the Grand Hall, motionless.

After several moments, he straightened his posture and solemnly cupped his hands. “I still wish to petition the sect for a single Xuantian Embryo Breathing Pill on behalf of Steward Liu!”

He clearly wouldn’t leave without an answer.

Chu Huaixu wasn’t trying to force the sect leadership into giving it. He just wanted a clear and specific response.

Even if the compensation wouldn’t be enough according to the rules, at least let him know—how much more was needed?

Xiang Yan was just about to speak, but Jiang Zhi had already furrowed his brows.

“I said, the sect has its arrangements. Li Chunsong, escort him back,” he ordered directly.

Chu Huaixu still held his saluting posture, unmoving.

But internally, he was already fuming.

Time and again, every meeting with this Little Martial Uncle Ancestor ended in frustration.

Emotions tended to accumulate over time.

No matter how composed he was, Chu Huaixu was still young.

Even a clay statue would get angry three times!

Jiang Zhi had never liked him. After so long, Chu Huaixu naturally felt the same.

“You damned Pressure Freak! Stubborn old man!”

“I’ve tolerated you long enough,” he muttered inwardly.

He slowly rose, the aura of a Male Green Tea beginning to swell—setting the stage beautifully for himself.

“I’m about to enter the Origin Spirit Realm, risking life and limb.”

“Before that, I’ve already experienced the death of a fellow disciple at the altar.”

“Right now, I merely wish to know what kind of outcome awaits someone who dies for the Dao Gate.”

“Little Martial Uncle Ancestor—can’t even that be allowed?”

This young man, soon to bear great responsibility and confront cultivators in the Origin Spirit Realm, lifted his head and locked eyes with Jiang Zhi. Then, one word at a time, he declared:

“Should that truly be the case, I fear… my Dao Heart may become unstable!”

Upon hearing this, the Little Martial Uncle Ancestor instantly exploded with rage and roared, “You—!”

And yet, the young man still stood tall at the center of the Grand Hall, unfazed.

You damned old fossil, always putting pressure on others all day long.

One breath talks about the people of the world. The next, about the grand scheme of Heaven and Earth.

Yes, yes, fine—put the grand scheme first, prioritize the greater good.

But have you figured it out yet, the real situation now is——

——I am the grand scheme!

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