NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 36: I Will Be the Sharpest Sword in Your Hand
Chapter 36: I Will Be the Sharpest Sword in Your Hand
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
During these three days, the entire Ziwei Mountain became bustling with activity.
This was because the trial of the Hundred Thousand Mountains of the Southern Wilderness was about to begin! Every member of the Chen family was intensely focused on their training or preparing various talismans and weapons, striving to excel in the Southern Border trial and then represent the Chen family in the decade-long Eastern Xuan Domain Grand Tournament! Among them, the branch family members of the Chen family worked especially hard.
They all hoped to perform exceptionally well in the Southern Border trial, catching the attention of the Chen family head and gaining more recognition.
Chen Zhixing, however, remained calm. No matter how busy or competitive others were, he continued his life as usual. Each day, aside from entering the secret chamber to cultivate, he spent time playing with LuoLuo.
The Immortal Sword Spirit Qingzhi, who was meditating in the secret chamber, had initially expected Chen Zhixing to torture and humiliate her over these three days. However, to her surprise, Chen Zhixing did not bother her at all. He would enter the secret chamber, practice, and then leave quietly, never even glancing at her. Even when she tried to initiate conversation, he ignored her.
This made Qingzhi, who had prepared herself for significant resistance, feel a bit awkward.
Bored, she began to observe Chen Zhixing. She was astonished to discover that this young man, who was still in his teens, had already reached the peak of the Spiritual Wandering Realm, just a step away from the True Self Realm!
At such a young age, reaching the peak of Spiritual Wandering Realm was remarkable! Not only was it far superior to Ye Chen, but it also overshadowed even the legendary Sword God, who was known for his unparalleled sword talent!
"This cultivation speed must be breaking all historical records," Qingzhi thought in shock.
But that was not all. She was further horrified to discover that Chen Zhixing’s comprehension was extraordinarily high. No matter what technique he learned, he could replicate it perfectly after only a few observations, even improving its effectiveness!
Even her proud swordsmanship was no exception. Swordsmanship was different from other techniques; it required countless hours of practice. Even a simple thrust needed to be repeated thousands of times. But Chen Zhixing? She watched as he went from a complete novice to mastering swordsmanship in just three days!
In conclusion, Qingzhi thought, "A prodigy! This is a prodigy unlike anything seen in ancient history!"
One day, Chen Zhixing was meditating in the secret chamber as usual. Dressed in a moon-white robe, with his black hair cascading down, he entered a meditative state. With each breath, massive amounts of spiritual energy flowed into him.
Qingzhi was secretly observing from the side when suddenly, Chen Zhixing spoke, “Three days are up. Have you made your decision?”
Qingzhi was momentarily stunned. The shocks Chen Zhixing had delivered over these three days had made her momentarily forget this matter.
In the void space, she opened her mouth, ready to reject him, but then she stopped herself and fell silent.
She had previously refused Chen Zhixing because she thought he was unpredictable and ruthless, someone who would view life as insignificant. However, after observing him closely for three days, she realized he did not have the aura of a bloodthirsty killer.
Additionally, she didn’t want to end up as a weapon for Chen Zhixing's evil deeds. But now, she couldn’t help but wonder if he truly needed her for any nefarious purposes. With his talent and strength, would her presence really make a significant difference?
These thoughts led Qingzhi into contemplation.
Chen Zhixing did not rush her, simply watching quietly.
After a while, a cold female voice, filled with complexity, echoed in Chen Zhixing’s mind.
“Chen Zhixing, I can serve you, but you must promise me one thing: you must not use me for evil. Can you do that?”
Hearing this, Chen Zhixing calmly replied, “Qingzhi, are you negotiating with me? Just a friendly reminder: you don’t have any bargaining chips right now.”
“Alright,” Qingzhi’s tone became dejected. After thinking for a while, she finally made a decision and said, “I have one more request. If you agree, I will be the sharpest sword in your hand from now on. What do you think?”
Chen Zhixing noticed that Qingzhi had changed her wording from ‘demand’ to ‘request.’
“Speak,” Chen Zhixing said.
“Later, when you become strong enough, even possibly reaching the Immortal Realm, could you help me search for the Sword God’s whereabouts?” Qingzhi asked earnestly.
This was her greatest wish!
She refused to believe that the mighty Sword God could just vanish without a trace.
“Certainly,” Chen Zhixing replied with two words.
In the void space, Qingzhi felt a huge weight lift off her shoulders and let out a long sigh of relief.
“Thank you!” she said sincerely.
“Don’t mention it. We are like family now,” Chen Zhixing said with a smile, feeling a bit pleased.
After all, Qingzhi was a once-revered Immortal Weapon! In the entire cultivation world, Immortal Weapons were exceedingly rare. It was hard not to feel excited about such a treasure.
The next moment, Chen Zhixing flipped his hand, and five translucent-grade divine weapons appeared before him.
“Here’s a gift for you,” Chen Zhixing said with a gentle smile.
In an instant, Qingzhi’s eyes widened as she looked at the five divine weapons. It felt like a stunningly generous gift!
Comparing this with Ye Chen, who had only seen a few basic magical items in months, Qingzhi felt that joining Chen Zhixing was far too late!
In a flash, Qingzhi’s sword soared into the air, spun, and landed on one of the divine weapons.
With a whoosh, an intangible energy from the divine weapon surged into Qingzhi’s sword.
The sword immediately brightened, and its aura visibly strengthened.
Crack!
In just a short while, the divine weapon shattered into dust, losing all its spiritual essence.
Then the second, third, fourth, and fifth divine weapons were consumed in turn.
An hour later.
“Burp~~”
With a burp, Qingzhi’s sword floated unsteadily in the air, circling Chen Zhixing and flying around him.
“Is there more?” Qingzhi asked eagerly.