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Chapter 21: The One Known as the First Sword Cultivator of Great Xia
Chapter 21: The One Known as the First Sword Cultivator of Great Xia
"Let my brother escort you down."
The scholar, sitting cross-legged on the ground, spoke softly.
The bearded bulwark standing beside him didn't hesitate and strode directly to the edge of the rift on the ground, taking a step forward. Soon, a loud 'bang' reverberated.
The bearded man, the scholar's brother, wasn't tall at all.
He was only about six feet tall.
Some might even describe him as short, but his sturdy build, the beast armor adorning his hemp robe, the thick beard, and his abundant body hair made it hard not to call him a burly man.
"Come over here."
The scholar, sitting cross-legged on the cliff's edge, waved his hand, and Chen Qiu and his companion approached. He reached out, grabbed their clothes, and in the blink of an eye, they found themselves at the bottom of the cliff with Chen Qiu.
".”
Chen Qiu stood in place, scanning the surroundings. The bottom of this canyon was hundreds of feet high from the ground, covered in dead grass and gray stones. The exposed rock walls on both sides bore traces of erosion from rainwater.
Looking up, the sky seemed incredibly narrow.
The canyon stretched endlessly in both directions, narrow enough to accommodate only eight people standing shoulder-to-shoulder, and the rock walls on either side were dotted with honeycomb-like caves.
From time to time, a sound like a baby's cry could be heard, carried by the wind and echoing through the depths of the canyon.
"We're here."
"In an hour, my brother will come down to get you."
"Listen for the sound and look up, or you might get crushed."
The scholar formed a familiar hand seal and whispered, "Knock."
A three-foot-long azure blade shot out from his sleeve, aiming at the sky. Immediately, the scholar sitting cross-legged on the rock vanished, and the bearded bulwark beside him disappeared as well.
After they left.
Chen Qiu took a deep breath, his face showing caution as he held Huang Shikai's Malevolent Spirit in his left hand, surveying the surroundings. "Get ready for battle."
His plan was simple.
Since killing demons during the Qi Condensation Stage could earn him rapid cultivation progress, why waste time at this stage? Although he didn't have enough spirit stones to buy severely injured demons, he could do the killing himself, even if it was riskier.
Moreover, once he broke through to the Foundation Establishment Stage, his pink Entry would fully unlock its potential.
The key was to improve his cultivation and strive for Foundation Establishment as soon as possible.
"Sounds good."
Fat Dragon exhaled in relief, drawing out his own Spirit Treasure longsword, named "Slaying Dragon," from his embrace. He held it tightly, standing behind Chen Qiu, ready to face the enemy together.
They had only known each other for a day.
But this one day had been more thrilling than the five months since his transmigration!
Above, on the cliff overlooking the canyon.
The young man, dressed as a scholar, sat cross-legged, his gaze seemingly lost in the clouds. He didn't read the picture book or eat sunflower seeds; he seemed lost in thought or daydreaming.
"Brother."
At that moment—
The silent bearded bulwark standing beside him suddenly spoke in a deep voice, "He's the first one to squat down and talk to you."
"Why not him?"
"Him?"
The scholar finally reacted, and after a long pause, he shook his head and chuckled, "He's not suitable. He's too weak and has no backing. He's of no use to us."
Long ago, he had been searching for a worthy master.
But he hadn't found a single one.
He had told his brother that he needed a master who would respect him, at least during the recruitment, by squatting down to talk to him instead of making him look up.
His brother, simple-minded since childhood, trusted him implicitly.
However, every force that came to recruit him, apart from not squatting down to talk, not a single one had sent their Family Head or Sect Leader. They were all underlings.
Those Family Heads and Grand Elders weren't even willing to make the trip themselves, as if personally going there would lower their status.
"But..."
The bearded bulwark's voice weakened slightly, "Brother, you don't have much time left. You were once the number one Sword Cultivator in Great Xia, but your cultivation has now fallen to the third layer of Foundation Establishment. If you don't find a good master soon, you will die."
"Hmm."
The scholar, sitting cross-legged on the ground, summoned the miniature version of the Azure Blade, his expression complex as he gazed at this Spirit Treasure, which seemed to tremble with excitement and joy as if it had its own consciousness. He remained silent.
He began his cultivation at the age of thirteen, achieved a perfect Foundation Establishment at fifteen, and entered the Golden Core Realm by the age of twenty-four.
The initial Entry Clause and the subsequent ones obtained from higher realms were all extremely compatible with sword cultivation.
In several Mystic Realms and Cave Heavens, he obtained various suitable Clauses and cultivation techniques! At the age of twenty-seven, he fought alone against the top three cultivators on the Great Xia Noble Rankings, holding his own and engaging them in a fierce battle for three hours. He ultimately defeated and killed all three, sealing their throats with a single sword strike, thus establishing his reputation throughout the land.
People called him the number one Sword Cultivator in Great Xia.
They praised him for his youthful achievements.
With his early success, he naturally felt like he was on par with the heavens, and his actions became even more unrestrained. He even believed that Sword Cultivators should act as they pleased, and those who hesitated or lacked courage were unworthy of the title!
He killed those he disliked and resolved matters to his satisfaction.
He thought there was nothing in the world that he couldn't handle, and no one he couldn't kill.
He offended countless people, but no one could stop him. The world only knew him as the "White Robe," the number one Sword Cultivator in Great Xia, but no one knew he had a younger brother, and that they shared a Bloodline Clause.
Wherever he went, his brother would be within ten thousand miles, waiting.
If he encountered danger, he would immediately teleport away.
Yes, their Bloodline Clause allowed them to teleport not just a hundred miles but ten thousand miles. As long as he wanted to leave, no one in the world could stop him.
His brother was a bit simple-minded. Every time he returned home and shared his glorious tales from the outside world, his brother would listen without understanding, finding it uninteresting, only reminding him to be careful.
He didn't know what being careful meant.
He only knew that when people discussed him and praised him as the number one Sword Cultivator in Great Xia, he was happy.
He would even stop to secretly listen to people's admiring conversations about him.
Later...
Later, he finally fell. There are no everlasting legends in the world of cultivation. His fame in Great Xia, once known by every household, was now a thing of the past, with no one discussing him anymore.
It was as if Great Xia had never had a number one Sword Cultivator.
Or perhaps there was already a new number one Sword Cultivator.
Just four years had passed since his death in the cultivation world.
No one spoke of him anymore.
No storytellers recounted his exploits with dramatic flair.
In that battle, he suffered severe injuries at the hands of three late-stage Golden Core Grandmasters. Using a Clause, he feigned death to escape, but his cultivation declined significantly, and he was implanted with a bone-devouring poison that left him with no choice but to wait for death. He changed his appearance, name, and surname, and hid in a corner of Fufeng City in Great Xia with his younger brother.
The only condition for his recruitment was to give him a Heavenly Dao Essence.
The price was 3,000 Spirit Stones.
With the Heavenly Dao Essence, he couldn't restore his Golden Core Realm, but he could resolve the bone-devouring poison in his body, reducing his daily pain and the risk of death, allowing him to live a few more decades.
During these decades, he could protect his younger brother again.
Although he no longer had his former glory,
at least he wouldn't have to worry about food and clothing.
But no faction could afford this price, and none were willing to offer it. He couldn't reveal that he was once the number one Sword Cultivator in Great Xia, worth such a price.
(End of Chapter)
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