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Chapter 125: 125. [Damn Your Fake Sword Embryo)

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Hidden Mountain, at the peak.

The Sword Qi is Near, hovering about one meter above the ground, its form subtly trembling from time to time. The tremors were a reflection of its current mood.

It had long wanted to leave Hidden Mountain, but not having found a suitable candidate deterred it. Finally, a Natural Sword Embryo appeared, and it felt leaving with her wouldn’t be too shameful, so it extended an olive branch.

Unexpectedly, she ignored its favor and chose a barely surviving, thin-as-smoke Sword Spirit in a Broken Sword!?

What’s going on here!?

I just wanted to leave the mountain to reconcile with my Sword Sheath wife. Is that too much to ask for!?

The hovering Sword Qi looked down at Hidden Mountain, where one side was filled with tombs and the other with relics. It felt bitter, seeing itself as a “Living Dead”.

The days without the Sword Sheath made it feel incredibly lonely.

It was confident that although the Sword Sheath was with that man, she would also frequently think about me, wouldn’t she?

Wait! I must learn to wait!

The moment my Sword Sheath calls for me, even if I have to face the pressure from my master, I will leave the mountain!

At the foot of Hidden Mountain, Shen Yan and others were all scrutinizing the Broken Sword in Lin Chan’s hand. After exchanging glances, they were all at a loss for words.

Everyone lost this round of gambling….

Of course, nobody would blame Lin Chan for not choosing the Sword Qi Near.

There are always choices to be made on the path of cultivation, and it’s crucial to follow your heart.

Whether Lin Chan pitied this sword or saw something special about it, it was her choice.

There is only one chance to ascend the Hidden Mountain and one chance to make a choice. These are the rules set by the master, so we should just accept the results.

After Shen Yan and the Peak Masters encouraged Lin Chan with a few words, they took their leave.

On their way back, they continued to discuss where the Broken Sword had come from.

As the Sect Master and Peak Masters of the Demon Sect, they had no recollection of this Broken Sword, which was truly puzzling.

After all, even in its broken state, this sword was of the caliber of a Superior Spiritual Tool. It was highly unlikely they would overlook such a sword.

Unless….this sword suddenly appeared before Lin Chan climbed the mountain. Someone must have placed it there!

Only two people could have done this: the mute old man guarding the foot of the mountain and the master!

Regardless of whether it was the mute old man or the master who placed it there, they had no business questioning it.

After some deliberation, the five of them prepared to return to their respective peaks.

Before everyone left, they were all stopped by Gongshu Pan. He stretched out his big hand and said, “Gentlemen, according to temple rules, everyone must put in five hundred Spirit Stones each time we bet. Have we forgotten?”

Having said that, as the Law Enforcement Elder, he took the lead and produced five hundred Spirit Stones. Shen Yan and other Peak Masters hurriedly pulled out an “Oh, I really did forget!” expression, and then each took out 500 Spirit Stones from their Storage Rings.

Alas… ever since Little Junior Brother came to the mountain, we have never had a satisfactory gamble!

Every time the outcome was utterly unpredictable, making us all puzzled!

We have been constantly losing Spirit Stones through these gambles, totally unenjoyable!

It’s such a shame because although every time after the gamble they think like this, they all resolutely participate when Yue Heshan proposes a new round. One could say that as the high-profile figures in the Cultivation World, their daily lives were pretty dull, and they needed to create a bit of fun for themselves.

Of course. a little gambling can be refreshing. Even Yue Heshan was not Durelv a gambling addict – gambling addicts end up losing their homes, and that never ends well.

At the foot of Hidden Mountain, Zhuge Lai Fu said to Lin Chan, “We should head back too.”

Lin Chan responded with a nod, then pointed to a small wooden house at the foot of the mountain, signifying her wish to say goodbye to the old man.

People like Shen Yan knew that the mute Elder enjoyed his solitude and, usually, gave their respects at the door and then left. Lin Chan, however, did not know this. Zhuge Lai Fu thought Elder Gui seemed to like Lin Chan quite a bit, so he let her go and say her goodbyes.

Lin Chan jogged to the wooden house, just as she was about to gently knock on the door, it opened.

The mute elder was still leaning on his cane, or perhaps, one might say, his swordstick, a benign smile spreading across his face.

Observing the broken sword in Lin Chan’s hand, a nostalgic look crept upon his face before he slowly removed a small pendant, hanging from his robe, and handed it to Lin Chan.

Feeling awkward, Lin Chan made no move to accept. Instead, the elder attached it to Lin Chan’s belt himself.

The pendant didn’t seem particularly valuable. It was a black string holding together three black and red pearls, of unidentifiable origin or purpose.

A gift from an elder must not be refused. Since the elder had put it on her himself, Lin Chan felt she could not decline. With a dutiful bow, she paid her respects before bidding him farewell as the mute elder waved goodbye.

Zhuge Lai Fu pulled out his paper crane again and took Lin Chan back to the mountain behind, leaving her at the mouth of the cave.

Mao Nanbei was in more of a hurry than Lu Xun and dashed out to look excitedly at the broken sword in Lin Chan’s hand. She was incredibly curious about what was special about the sword Lin Chan had chosen.

Upon detailed inspection, she could not find anything special. The sword spirit was fading, and once it vanished entirely, the broken sword would be destroyed utterly.

Upon seeing his third senior brother and Lin Chan return, Lu Xun greeted his senior brother then signaled Lin Chan to come over quickly.

Lin Chan was somewhat anxious. Although she felt the broken sword was just as good as the one on the mountain top, she feared that she may be mistaken and may disappoint her master.

She lowered her head as a heavy hand ruffled her hair, and then she heard her master’s gentle voice say, “You did very well.”

Lin Chan raised her head in surprise, meeting Lu Xun’s slightly amused face.

He was truly delighted. Although he didn’t know what the broken sword was, he had just received a wealth of task rewards!

The sudden and substantial reward had him dizzy with joy, and ecstatic!

“Guide” being a mainline task, if he aided in Lin Chan’s growth, he could receive a reward without limit.

Lin Chan was detected for Dengcang Mountain due to being the student of Lu Xun, which led directly to him being rewarded.

With each reward received, the system would also provide a judgment, rating Lu Xun’s help in Lin Chan’s development.

The rating given this time was an orange level!

“What reputation does this broken sword have to warrant receiving the highest level of evaluation!?” Lu Xun exclaimed in disbelief.

His heart was filled with surprise and fear, but on the surface, he still remained calm, saying to Lin Chan, “This broken sword may be more unique than you think, so cherish it.”

A relieved smile spread across Lin Chan’s face. She’s glad she hadn’t disappointed her teacher and nodded energetically.

Mao Nanbei looked at Lu Xun, then at Lin Chan. When Lin Chan was not paying attention, she ran to Lu Xun’s side and whispered, “Little Junior Brother, are you messing with Little Chan or are you serious? Is that broken sword genuinely special?”

“Of course, it’s genuine. Although I can’t quite put my finger on it, I have a hunch that this sword is something extraordinary.” Lu Xun answered, smiling.

“But I didn’t see anything special about it, how is it that you can?” Mao Nanbei asked unhappily.

“Perhaps… it’s because I am too, a Natural Sword Embryo?” Lu Xun answered shamelessly.

Unbeknownst to him, atop the mountain behind where they currently stood, their teacher was leisurely sipping his tea, watching the direction of the cave.

Just as Lu Xun finished speaking, the sipping teacher choked on his tea.

It seemed like he had accidentally swallowed a few tea leaves, and then, in the air…

—he spewed them out with a “ptui” sound.