Chapter 63: If I Became Sect Head

Dang! Lin QiuXian knelt and slid backward several meters.

“Cough! Cough!”

The spiritual power flowing through his body grew sluggish; his chest tightened, forcing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

He faced an opponent who was also a swordsman, yet his strength was absurdly high.

【Enemy: Qi Refining Ninth Layer Swordsman, Introductory Level of the Grand Void Sword Scripture, Perfect Mastery of the Flowing Cloud Sword Art】

Flowing Cloud…

The name alone suggested a fluid, ethereal sword art—and indeed, it was.

Hum! Air surged in a whirlwind, humming as if resonating; a jet-black greatsword, as wide as a door, slashed down—but vanished halfway through its descent.

Again!

Lin QiuXian instantly raised his sword before him; once more, the jet-black blade reappeared like a collapsing sky, sweeping toward him.

Dang! Another clang, like a massive bronze bell struck, sent sparks flying as Lin QiuXian slid backward several more meters.

Greatsword?

Flowing Cloud?

Combining the two was utterly nauseating!

Lin QiuXian felt deeply frustrated.

He mastered numerous supreme arts and countless sword techniques, yet none proved effective against this bizarre, unpredictable greatsword.

His own cultivation base restricted his abilities—he couldn’t even use many of his techniques.

His mind raced; he quickly assessed the situation—he could no longer remain passive. He could withstand at most two more strikes.

End this swiftly!

Once he made his decision, he suddenly rose to his feet, laughing loudly, wild and unhinged, a crimson glow flickering across his face.

“Hahaha!!”

His primary cultivation was the Lin family’s ancestral sword scripture: The Seven Emotions Sword Scripture.

It emphasized using demonic thoughts to stir the heart, maintaining stillness at the spiritual platform, refining the seven emotions—joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, hatred, and desire—into swords.

Though overall less mysterious than the Grand Void Sword Scripture, its offensive power surpassed it even further. The shadowy figure of the greatsword swordsman stood motionless, waiting for him to complete his preparation.

Lin QiuXian’s entire face glowed crimson, as if about to bleed; hot energy surged outward, his laughter never ceasing.

To fight such an opponent filled him with joy!

To gain this opportunity filled him with joy! “Hahaha! Come!”

Puff! He bit his tongue, spitting blood onto his blade; the once-snow-white sword now glowed crimson.

He stepped forward, his figure like a hazy moon-shadow, the elongated, mournful crimson light lingering without dissipating!…………

The opponent Lin QiuXian faced was undoubtedly the strongest among all the trial participants.

His family lineage ran deep; since childhood, he had been fed countless sword techniques by elite masters, and he was freely permitted to study supreme transmissions rarely seen by ordinary cultivators.

Coupled with his family’s full-scale cultivation support, he was the most standard swordsman possible.

“Useless.”

Chi JiuYu held a handful of roasted beans, chewing as she commented.

As the future head of the Sword Sect, she cared deeply for her disciples, so she specifically sought out the light-screens of some Sword Sect trial participants to observe.

Unfortunately, most results fell short.

“No matter how much he learns, it’s all just imitation,” Chi JiuYu cut to the core.

Take herself, for example: her primary cultivation was her master’s created scripture, and she had only learned a few useful divine arts and sword techniques from the Grand Void Sword Scripture.

She didn’t learn more—and still, she made the Young Generation of the Immortal Sect cry and beg.

“This sword scripture…” Xu Xing’s expression shifted slightly; he was more interested in another matter: “So it’s been fully perfected.”

From one move, Xu Xing deduced the entire scripture’s contents.

He had many disciples, most of whom primarily cultivated the Grand Void Sword Scripture. But some sought to forge their own paths.

When he decided to enter seclusion, this Seven Emotions Sword Scripture was still in its infancy—now, it was fully refined.

Demonic thoughts stirring the heart, stillness maintained at the spiritual platform—these were merely the surface level.

The true realm this scripture aimed for was observing the cycle of the seven emotions, transforming them into one’s own, proving the boundless, vast heart of the Grand Void sword—once achieved, returning to emptiness would be effortless.

Chi JiuYu rolled her eyes; she’d always thought “Seven Emotions” was a terrible name, but her seventh senior brother seemed quite fond of it.

When she eventually created her own sword scripture, she’d name it The First Sword Scripture.

Now that would be imposing! “Seventh senior brother has guarded the Eastern Star Region for years and is revered as the Seven Emotions Sword Lord,” Chi JiuYu added.

After all, Seventh senior brother was Master Shu’s disciple.

And though the scripture’s name was ugly, Seventh senior brother was the absolute mainstay of the Eastern Star Region—fiercely powerful.

“Good.” Xu Xing nodded slightly.

Chi JiuYu paused, then pulled out her phone and activated the voice recorder.

“Master Shu, could you repeat what you just said?”

Xu Xing glanced at her: “No.”

Chi JiuYu: “...”

She’d planned to record that line, then use it to tease Seventh senior brother next time they met.

Seventh senior brother idolized Master Shu.

Sigh~ She quietly put away her phone.

It wasn’t just Seventh senior brother—many senior disciples and even the disciples of older disciples held Master Shu in deep respect, always becoming unusually excited when mentioning him.

The most memorable case was a senior sister: every time they met and she asked her about cultivation, the woman would inevitably say, “My Master did this,” or “Too bad my Master isn’t here, blah blah.”

Rumor had it she even wrote a book about Master Shu.

But the senior sister deemed Chi JiuYu’s realm too low, so she never gave it to her.

It was infuriating! Still… after these few days together, Chi JiuYu found Master Shu surprisingly interesting—not nearly as rigid as she’d expected.

Suddenly, while chewing beans, Chi JiuYu spotted a light-screen—Zhang Yunlu had decisively defeated her opponent.

Zhang Yunlu cultivated the Basic Qi Refining Scripture, knew only her own modified Flowing Cloud Sword Art, and the Purple Altar Observing Qi Method.

She had once learned some minor spells, but her opponent wasn’t as extraordinary as Lin QiuXian or Yu Ming.

“Master Shu, look! Zhang Yunlu, whom I guided, has already defeated her opponent!” Chi JiuYu exclaimed.

Huh? When did she become your student? “I just said a swordsman must have his own style—she’s achieved this because I contributed at least three-tenths of the credit! Not five—three!”

Chi JiuYu held up three fingers; she’d originally wanted to claim five, but even she thought that was too much, so she dropped it to three.

“What are you trying to say?” Xu Xing looked at her.

“I think guiding others in cultivation really suits me.”

“So you want to take on disciples.”

“Not at all,” Chi JiuYu shook her head.

She was only in her twenties—what disciple would she take? When she reached her master’s and Master Shu’s age, she’d take one disciple—and if he disobeyed, she’d hang him up and beat him!

Her expression turned solemn, her tone utterly serious: “My point is, if I become head of the Sword Sect, I will surely bring it to even greater glory!”

Solemn. Serious. No joking.

She was now the serious Chi!

“The Sword Sect is already glorious enough—it doesn’t need you to ‘prosper’ it,” Xu Xing said coolly.

“But it can still improve! Under my leadership, the Sword Sect’s overall strength will rise to new heights, just like Zhang Yunlu!”

With Master Shu’s prestige in the Sword Sect, securing his support would make her becoming head a foregone conclusion—and she genuinely believed she would become the greatest head in the Sword Sect’s history!

“...”

Where does this inexplicable confidence of yours come from?