Chapter 249 : Entering the Inner Sect, Becoming a True Disciple

Chapter 249: Entering the Inner Sect, Becoming a True Disciple

Nine spirit swords lay scattered across the ground.

The power of the Heart Sword had once again been demonstrated.

Several Sword Sect sword cultivators immediately flushed with embarrassment.

As sword cultivators, they couldn’t even hold onto their life-bound swords—wasn’t that shameful enough?

Among these nine, only the leading one had just stepped into the Third Realm; the others were merely in the Second Realm.

Thus, with Chu Huaixu's current overall strength, this was truly a dimensional suppression.

As for the Dao Gate’s side, the outer sect disciple who had just sheathed his sword had initially felt a bit bitter in his heart.

“After Champion Chu arrived, he didn’t stand up for us right away, but instead had me sheath my sword first.”

But upon seeing the scene before him, he suddenly felt a chill of satisfaction surge up his spine—so satisfying it nearly cracked his skull open!

“This is what it means to offer courtesy before force!” he thought to himself.

Chu Huaixu sat atop his steed, eyes lowered as he looked toward the Sword Sect members.

His innate suppression of the Sword Sect was simply overwhelming.

Some hot-headed disciples still wanted to fight, but were immediately held back by those beside them.

Fight? Are you blind to the vast gap in strength?

But among the young, impulsiveness was inevitable—reason had to intervene.

The leader, Meng Xing, looked at the young man in black robes before him and suddenly thought of someone.

“Are you the Xuanhuang Champion, Chu Huaixu?” he couldn’t help but ask.

At those words, the two Sword Sect disciples who had been itching for a fight fell silent, now quietly awaiting a response.

The name “Chu Huaixu” carried an enormous weight.

Since he had won the title of Xuanhuang Champion, his name had resounded throughout the Eastern and Western Continents.

Especially among this generation of young cultivators—there was no one who didn’t know of him.

From horseback, Chu Huaixu replied, “I am.”

He still wore no waist token.

At those words, the Sword Sect side fell into a brief silence.

There was no helping it. Even the strongest prodigy of this Sword Sect generation, Geng Tianhe, had been defeated by Chu Huaixu. Yet upon returning to the sect, he not only admitted his loss but admired him deeply—he even went so far as to advocate for him!

With such a Sword Sect prodigy spreading word, Chu Huaixu’s reputation among the younger disciples of the Sword Sect had naturally become formidable.

“He’s here. Looks like that spirit herb is as good as gone,” everyone thought.

Damn Dao Gate disciples—this is how you call reinforcements?

You call this reinforcements? This is summoning a god!

Meng Xing glanced back at the two others on horseback.

“That peerless beauty must be Chu Huaixu’s Dao Companion, Han Shuangjiang—third place in the Eastern Continent Grand Competition.”

“That androgynous youth should be Xu Ziqing—second place in the same competition.”

What the hell are we even confronting here?!

“It seems this spirit herb has nothing to do with us,” Meng Xing immediately made a decision and spoke aloud.

Behind Chu Huaixu, the Dao Gate disciples now emboldened, immediately frowned and retorted, “How many times do we have to say it? We found it first!”

Listening to their bickering, Chu Huaixu only found it dull.

He didn’t care in the slightest who was right or wrong—he was simply here to pick a side.

His mind was filled with a single, burning grievance: “Why are there no evil cultivators to kill? Why are there no evil cultivators to kill? Why are there no evil cultivators to kill…”

At this point, Meng Xing could no longer be bothered to argue.

He opened his right hand, drawing on his qi to summon back the spirit sword that had been blasted away.

But then, a strange scene occurred.

The sword didn’t obey him!

All nine spirit swords—none responded!

In the end, these sword cultivators had to awkwardly run over, pick up their swords, and sheath them.

From this event, Chu Huaixu drew a conclusion:

“As my cultivation grows, the Heart Sword’s suppressive power against other sword cultivators is rising sharply—it even seems stronger than before.”

He figured that when he was in the First Realm, if his opponent was also in the First Realm, the suppression factor was about “1”.

But now that he was in the Third Realm, facing opponents of the same level, the suppressive force seemed to be at least “1.5”!

“So I’ve been dragging you down all along, huh?” Chu Huaixu mocked himself inwardly as he spoke to the Heart Sword in his heart.

He could scarcely imagine how terrifying the Heart Sword would become once he became a major cultivator!

The trio did not linger long beside the steep cliff.

This reinforcement mission had turned out to be quite dull.

Yet it was true that clashes between Dao Gate and Sword Sect disciples did happen from time to time.

However, as the four great sects shared close ties, they rarely went all out against each other.

Still, minor skirmishes were hard to avoid.

On the way back, Chu Huaixu looked at Xu Ziqing and asked, “Any progress on breaking through the bottleneck of the Ninth Heaven?”

Little Xu looked a bit sheepish, lowered his head and replied, “Not yet.”

For both Xu Ziqing and Han Shuangjiang, this trip down the mountain was a form of training.

Body cultivators, after all, needed to grow through combat.

The fiercer the life-or-death battles, the faster the growth.

What’s more, Chu Huaixu had recently been feeding Little Xu spiritual pills like crazy, allowing him to finally reach the Eighth Heaven.

Once he reached the Ninth Heaven, he could go to the Scripture Pavilion to exchange for Third Realm cultivation methods and attempt a breakthrough.

At that point, he could enter the Inner Sect.

“No matter. We’ll wait for you,” said Chu Huaixu. He knew cultivation couldn’t be rushed.

In the blink of an eye, another ten days passed.

He was starting to feel like cursing aloud.

“I give you medicinal baths every day! Feed you spiritual pills every day! And you still haven’t broken through, you damned brat!”

Chu Huaixu had gained a new level of understanding about Little Xu’s “dullness.”

—A lower-grade Spirit Embryo really is trash!

He dared not imagine—according to the original script of Borrowed Sword, Xu Ziqing was just a False Spirit Embryo. How slow would that make his cultivation?

“No wonder the Big Ice Block left him in the dust across several major realms,” Chu Huaixu mused.

Night gradually fell.

Sitting on a meditation cushion, Chu Huaixu suddenly heard a scream from the room next door.

As per usual, each time one reached Great Perfection within a realm, the breakthrough was always the most painful.

“Well, well, finally broke through?” he said with a grin.

He found this scream far more pleasant and musical than the ones before.

Spreading out his divine sense, he detected Little Xu curled up on the floor, body convulsing.

“Useless thing—you can’t even endure this little bit of pain!” His eyes revealed a hint of disdain.

Clearly, Xu Ziqing’s pain threshold was nowhere near his.

The next morning, the youth rushed to the Scripture Pavilion to exchange for Third Realm cultivation methods and supportive heavenly materials.

Chu Huaixu figured he would still need a bit more time.

Truthfully, he was growing impatient—he wished he could just spend Experience Points and have the system upgrade Little Xu directly!

And so he waited for another half month.

Xu Ziqing finally crawled his way into the Third Realm.

Meanwhile, the Big Ice Block had already broken through to the Eighth Heaven of the Third Realm during that time.

Her cultivation speed made even a cheat like Chu Huaixu envious.

After thinking it over, he symbolically leveled up himself by one—reaching Level 31, just to stay ahead of Little Xu.

“Come on, let’s go submit our applications to enter the Inner Sect,” he waved impatiently at the two of them.

He couldn’t stand staying in the Outer Sect a moment longer.

The application was quickly submitted and swiftly approved.

In the end, it was Mo Qingmei herself who delivered the waist tokens for Inner Sect disciples.

This item mainly served as proof of status and allowed them to pass freely through Inner Sect restrictions.

Of course, the space within their Storage Tokens also tripled in size.

Mo Qingmei, smiling warmly, handed out the waist tokens and said, “These Inner Sect tokens—I doubt the three of you will need them for long.”

Naturally, Chu Huaixu understood her implication and replied with a grin, “Then we’ll take Steward Mo’s words as a good omen.”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than streaks of light flashed through the sky.

Nangong Yue and others flew down from above, landing before the bamboo house.

—They were here to snatch disciples!

Chu Huaixu had thought his “double-dipping” between Stammering First Master and Loli Second Master was already enough.

But to his surprise, the elders’ gazes landed squarely and immediately—on him.