Chapter 63: If I Became the Sect Master

Ding—! Lin Qiu Xian slid backward several meters on one knee.

"Cough! Cough!"

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

He had encountered an opponent who was also a swordsman, but his strength was absurdly high.

【Enemy: Cultivation Stage 9 Swordsman, Intro to The Grand Void Sword Scripture, Perfect Flowing Cloud Sword Technique】

Flowing Cloud…

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

Hum! Air surged in a whirlwind, humming as if the very atmosphere vibrated; a pitch-black and heavy sword as wide as a door panel slashed down, its blade vanishing halfway through the strike.

Again!

Lin Qiu Xian instantly raised his sword before him—once more the pitch-black blade appeared, like a collapsing sky, sweeping toward him.

Ding—! Another clang, like a great bronze bell struck, sparks flying; Lin Qiu Xian slid backward several more meters.

Pitch-Black and Heavy?

Flowing Cloud?

Combining these two was utterly nauseating!

Lin Qiu Xian felt deeply frustrated.

He mastered numerous supreme arts, his arsenal of sword techniques countless—but against this bizarre, unpredictable pitch-black and heavy sword, none of them proved effective.

Worse, his cultivation level restricted his abilities; many techniques simply couldn't be used.

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 stood, laughing aloud, 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 altar, refining the seven emotions—joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, aversion, desire—into swords.

Though overall less mysterious than The Grand Void Sword Scripture, in pure offensive power it surpassed it even further. The shadowy figure of the swordsman bearing the pitch-black and heavy sword stood motionless, waiting for him to complete his preparation.

Lin Qiu Xian's entire face glowed crimson, as if about to drip blood; a torrent of heat spread through him, his laughter unceasing.

To battle such an opponent filled him with joy!

To gain this opportunity filled him with joy! "Hahaha! Come!"

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

He stepped forward, his form like a hazy moon-shadow; the elongated, mournful crimson light solidified, unmoving! …………

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

His family lineage was profound; 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, without doubt, the most standard swordsman possible.

"Useless."

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

As the future master of the Xiang Jianzong, she cared deeply for her disciples, so she had specifically sought out the projection screens of some sword sect trial participants.

Unfortunately, the results were mostly disappointing.

"No matter how much he learns, it's all useless—he just imitates others," Chi Jiu Yu cut straight to the point.

Take herself, for example: her primary cultivation was the technique her master created, and she had only briefly studied a few useful spells and sword arts from The Grand Void Sword Scripture.

She didn't learn more—and yet she still made the younger generation of the Xian Sect cry and beg their parents.

"This sword scripture…" Xu Xing's expression shifted slightly; he was more interested in another matter, "So it's been fully perfected."

From observing one move, Xu Xing had already 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 had decided to enter seclusion, The Seven Emotions Sword Scripture was still in its infancy—now, upon seeing it again, it was fully developed.

Demonic thoughts stirring the heart, stillness maintained at the spiritual altar—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, grand void sword heart—once achieved, returning to the void would be within reach.

Chi Jiu Yu rolled her eyes; she had 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.

That would be truly domineering! "Seventh Senior Brother has guarded the Eastern Star Region for years and is revered as the 'Seven Emotions Sword Lord,'" Chi Jiu Yu 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 powerhouse of the Eastern Star Region—fiercely strong.

"Good." Xu Xing nodded slightly.

Chi Jiu Yu paused, then pulled out her phone and turned on the recording function.

"Master Shu, could you repeat what you just said?"

Xu Xing glanced at her: "No."

Chi Jiu Yu: "..."

She had planned to record that line, then use it to tease Seventh Senior Brother next time they met.

Seventh Senior Brother worshipped Master Shu.

Sigh~ She quietly put her phone away.

It wasn't just Seventh Senior Brother—among the senior disciples, senior sisters, and even some older junior disciples, all held Master Shu in deep respect; every mention of him triggered intense excitement.

The most memorable case was a senior sister: every time they met and she taught me cultivation questions, she'd inevitably drift into "My Master did this," "Too bad my Master isn't here, blah blah."

They say she even wrote a book for her martial uncle.

But that martial sister disliked that her realm was too low, so she didn't give it to her.

Simply infuriating! Still... after spending these past few days together, she also felt her martial uncle was actually quite interesting, not the rigid old stick-in-the-mud she'd imagined.

Suddenly, Chi Jiuyu, who was chewing on beans, caught sight of a beam of light—Zhang Yunlu had finished off her opponent with crisp, clean efficiency.

What Zhang Yunlu cultivated was the "Basic Qi Refining Art"; the only things she knew were the "Flowing Cloud Swordplay" that she had personally hacked apart and modified, and that "Purple Wall Qi Observation Method."

Although some minor spells she'd learned before also counted, her opponents still weren't as outrageous as Lin Qiu Xian and Yu Ming.

"Martial uncle, look quickly—Zhang Yunlu, whom I've given pointers to, has already defeated her opponent." Chi Jiuyu said hurriedly.

Hm? When did she become someone you gave pointers to? "I just said a sword cultivator needs her own style, right? She can have her current results—I feel I can take credit for five-tenths, no! three-tenths of the credit."

Chi Jiuyu held up three fingers; she'd originally meant to boast five-tenths, but even she felt that would be too much boasting, so she changed it to three-tenths.

"What are you trying to say." Xu Xing looked at her.

"I think, well, I'm actually pretty good at guiding others in their cultivation."

"So, you want to take a disciple."

"That's not it." Chi Jiuyu shook her head.

She's only just over twenty herself—what disciples would she take! Wait until she's as old as her master and martial uncle, then take one disciple; if they don't listen, hang them up and beat them!

Her expression solemn, in an utterly serious tone she said: "What I mean is, if I became the Xiang Jianzong's Sect Master, I could definitely carry the Xiang Jianzong to greater glory!"

Solemn, serious, no joke.

She is now a serious Yu!

"The Xiang Jianzong is already 'glorious' enough; it doesn't need you to 'carry it forward.'" Xu Xing said flatly.

"But it can still take it a step further, right? Under my leadership, the Xiang Jianzong's overall level will definitely, just like Zhang Yunlu, rise another level!"

With martial uncle's prestige in the Xiang Jianzong, as long as she won his support, wouldn't her becoming the Xiang Jianzong's Sect Master be a done deal? And she sincerely felt that she would surely become the greatest Sect Master in the Xiang Jianzong's entire history!

"……"

Where on earth does this baffling confidence of yours come from? Begging for bookmarks, begging for follows!! (End of this chapter)