novelraw Chapter 175 : Chu Huaixu’s Confession
Chapter 175 : Chu Huaixu’s Confession
Chapter 175: Chu Huaixu’s Confession
Lin Zixuan — one of the four main characters in Borrowed Sword.
Her cultivation method was unique, and her bloodline was also special. After mastering a secret art, others could leave a Spirit Seed inside her body.
Since she was currently only at the First Realm, the buffs that this future god-tier support could provide were essentially the two that had already been shown on the platform.
One was shared vision and Divine Sense.
The other was the so-called “spiritual power loan.”
Her Divine Sense and spiritual power were quite peculiar — one could say… they were “clean.”
Or rather, they were attribute-less.
When borrowed by someone else, they wouldn’t clash with the power already within that person.
This detail was especially important.
If there were any conflict, then not everyone would be able to borrow from her, and the limitations would be far too great.
The so-called Spirit Seed was essentially a special secret art technique.
It was a blend of Divine Sense, spiritual power, and blood essence.
Once the Spirit Seed was implanted, to put it simply — the loan limit could be raised.
Under normal circumstances, Lin Zixuan could only lend out thirty percent of her power.
If the other party’s overall strength was lacking and they couldn’t handle it, it might be even less.
Xu Ziqing, for example, was one such case.
Because the Body Training style followed the path of storing spiritual essence in the physical shell — it was different from hers.
She could only lend spiritual power into another’s Spirit Embryo Secret Store.
In the case of False Spirit Embryos or garbage-quality ones, the internal storage capacity was too small — no matter how much spiritual power was lent, it wouldn’t fit.
However, if someone left a Spirit Seed inside her and had strong overall capabilities and high talent, the loan limit could increase from thirty to sixty percent — a full doubling!
But Lin Zixuan was the Future Consort of Qin Xuanxiao.
Listening to the young girl’s inquiry, he couldn’t help but feel something was off — an indescribable discomfort crept in.
Moreover, he and Chu Huaixu had already had two run-ins in a short span of time. Just now, it even felt like blatant betrayal of the nation — utter treason!
— Such a crime deserved death!!
What’s more, once a Spirit Seed was implanted, it couldn’t be removed.
Just imagining that his future wife might have a strand of someone else’s Divine Sense, a wisp of spiritual power, even a drop of blood essence within her…
Qin Xuanxiao felt utterly disgusted!
Yet his rational mind kept emphasizing four words: Origin Spirit Realm, Origin Spirit Realm…
No matter how often he repeated it, he still couldn’t bring himself to agree aloud.
Those words — he just couldn’t say them.
A vague bitterness welled up in his heart.
In the end, Qin Xuanxiao only gave a cold snort and said, “It’s your body — you decide for yourself.”
With that, he strode forward.
He seemed carefree in his gait, but inside, he was filled with regret — he felt like he’d spoken out of turn under the influence of alcohol. What the hell was I even saying? This just made things even weirder!
Lin Zixuan watched Qin Xuanxiao’s receding back and quickly caught up with him.
Whether intentionally or not, she had been raised extremely sheltered in the Prince Rui Manor.
She didn’t overthink it and quickly made up her mind.
“Then of course it should be planted.” The petite girl quickened her pace.
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On the other side, Chu Huaixu and Han Shuangjiang were walking side-by-side on the path back to the bamboo hut.
After the banquet, the smell of alcohol clung heavily to him.
By now, the younger generation had realized that this Xuanhuang Champion wasn’t just powerful — he was also impervious to alcohol.
As expected of a coarse Body Cultivator — even his physical constitution was peculiar, allowing him to excel even in this area.
Chu Huaixu only felt that this group was like a bunch of beasts. He’d thought pretending to be drunk would help him escape, but the more dazed he made his eyes seem, the more enthusiastically they poured him drinks.
As a result, he was now a little drunk for real.
Han Shuangjiang glanced at him and asked, “Are you alright?”
“I’m a little drunk. What about you?”
“Me too,” she admitted — she hadn’t had any less to drink.
The Big Ice Block turned to look at him again and asked, “What did you talk about with that Heir? You didn’t seem very happy.”
“You noticed that?” Chu Huaixu chuckled.
As he walked ahead, he said, “Nothing much. You could say he has a bit of leverage over me — but I don’t care.”
His response was utterly straightforward.
Truthfully, he had no idea whether the Heir of Prince Rui would act on anything.
But so what?
He’d take it step by step when the time came.
That was just Chu Huaixu’s way — he lived freely and openly.
A place like the Organization really didn’t suit him anyway.
Han Shuangjiang glanced at him and thought, That Heir of Prince Rui is probably in for a rough time.
She had always believed that this Dead Fox was someone with a hawk’s heart and a crane’s appearance, who held deep grudges.
Offending someone like that was never a good thing.
“Why’re you looking at me like that?” Chu Huaixu turned and asked.
“Nothing. I just think someone like you who holds grudges — Qin Xuanxiao’s probably in for it.”
She was equally blunt in her reply.
“Tch! You make me sound so petty!” He looked annoyed.
“You are petty.” Han Shuangjiang turned her head toward him.
The girl — tipsy from drink — had lost much of her usual cool demeanor. A blush colored her cheeks.
More than anything, her tone was firm now, and her expression dead serious.
Amidst the earnestness, there was also a rare hint of cuteness.
Chu Huaixu simply stopped talking and stared at her lovely face, a smile slowly spreading across his own.
“What are you smiling at?”
“Nothing.”
“Then what are you looking at?”
“Nothing.”
The two of them went on like that — saying things that lacked substance, yet both enjoying every second of it.
That’s how it was in the ambiguous stage of flirtation.
No matter how dull the activity, if it was with you, it became endlessly interesting.
Just then, Chu Huaixu and Han Shuangjiang passed through a maple grove.
To their surprise, they saw Ji Sikong and Chang Le emerging from the trees.
“Huh? Senior Brother, Senior Sister — didn’t you leave early?” Chu Huaixu spotted them instantly and teased on purpose.
He hadn’t expected these two Dao Gate prodigies to be developing a Dao Companion relationship!
There’d been no sign of this before.
Senior Sister Chang Le’s tender lips were visibly reddened and slightly swollen.
It was obvious — whether or not Ji Sikong had succeeded was unclear, but he definitely got to kiss her!
Her already alcohol-flushed face turned even redder the moment she spotted the two of them.
Ji Sikong, though, had a thick skin. He even gestured at the maple grove and said, “The moonlight is just right tonight. Junior Brother Chu, Junior Sister Han — did you also come to take a stroll and admire the night view?”
“This really is a great spot for Dao Companions to enjoy a nighttime walk.”
Oh-ho, he was dragging them into this too — as if to say: You two here to kiss as well?
Having drunk quite a bit today, Han Shuangjiang’s usual demeanor had shifted — her tone had loosened up, and she was speaking more than usual.
Seeing Ji Sikong teasing them, she blurted out, “Senior Brother Ji, Chu Huaixu and I aren’t what you think we are.”
Truth be told, she had long wanted to clarify these rumors.
She had also already realized that her feelings toward Chu Huaixu… seemed to be a little different.
Couldn’t she, as a girl, at least not remain in such an ambiguous state with him for no reason?
Ji Sikong and Chang Le were both stunned by what they heard.
It felt like — no way, the couple I’ve been shipping is fake?
After all, Chu Huaixu and Han Shuangjiang’s duel on the platform was still a hot topic among many Dao Gate disciples.
“Junior Brother Chu, is that true?” Ji Sikong, already quite tipsy, asked the person involved directly, his speech rather unrefined due to the alcohol.
In response, the Dead Fox wore a gentle smile and simply said:
“No matter. Whatever she says, so be it.”
Now that was intriguing.
Ji Sikong and Chang Le exchanged glances and both smiled.
Got it. So they were in that legendary “half-step Dao Companion” state!
Or maybe just a couple having a small quarrel!
“Then we won’t disturb the two of you any longer, haha!” Ji Sikong laughed heartily and dragged Chang Le away.
Chu Huaixu and Han Shuangjiang stood frozen, watching the two leave in haste.
The Big Ice Block looked at him again, her gaze turning increasingly resentful.
“Why are you looking at me like that again?”
“How about we take a walk too — to clear our heads?” he suggested with a grin.
“Why do you always say things that can so easily be misunderstood?” Her tone grew colder, her eyes increasingly resentful.
“Misunderstood?” the Dead Fox asked deliberately. “Who misunderstood?”
“Was it they who misunderstood, or was it you?” he added pointedly.
The one ranked second on the Must-Eat List of Play Companions began making his move.
“Both!” Han Shuangjiang snapped with a touch of annoyance.
That was exactly the answer Chu Huaixu wanted. He followed up: “Really? Then what did you misunderstand?”
The Big Ice Block was immediately at a loss.
More precisely, she couldn’t put it into words.
How am I supposed to answer that?!
But it didn’t matter — Chu Huaixu had a mouth of his own, didn’t he?
Some people simply never used their mouth at the right time — speaking when they should shut up, and staying silent when they should speak.
But he? He didn’t care. Thick-skinned as ever.
The Dead Fox spoke again, deliberately: “Don’t tell me what you misunderstood… was that you think I like you?”
“No.” Han Shuangjiang once more became the cold-faced girl and answered with a straight face.
Chu Huaixu’s constant antics always made her grind her teeth in frustration.
“Really not?” he even pressed further.
“Really not!” Han Shuangjiang was now clearly flustered.
“Truly? Doesn’t look that way to me.” He kept digging, his tone full of mock innocence.
“No! I said no means no!” Her tone grew colder still.
But just as the words left her lips, Chu Huaixu suddenly struck — like a sword piercing through her defenses without any pause or mercy.
Fast. Precise. Ruthless.
“But I do.” Chu Huaixu looked at her and said.
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The annoying autumn wind blew past, stirring the fallen leaves within the maple grove.
Han Shuangjiang’s heartbeat quickened — faster and faster.
She felt her entire body tense up in that moment.
This girl, a theoretical master with “dual degrees” from both Red Sleeves Beckon and the Joyous Sect, was suddenly at a loss for how to respond.
After all, they had never taught her how to deal with genuine feelings — or her own.
On the contrary, with her background and life experience, not to mention the times she lived in, all it had done was nurture an instinct to avoid — even a deep-seated sense of inferiority.
She had always had a bit of a cleanliness obsession — because the place she came from was too filthy.
And right now, her first instinct was — to flee!
This girl who seemed destined to be the Main Female Protagonist, had actually lost ground.
“You’re doing it again… talking nonsense like always. You… you’re drunk.”
Leaving that behind, she quickly walked ahead, practically fleeing — some of her steps were even unsteady.
Chu Huaixu watched her retreating form and simply smiled, then deliberately fell a few paces behind, quietly trailing her.
The girl walked briskly, head down — but she could always see Chu Huaixu’s lengthening shadow ahead of her.
For some reason, her heart was laced with a persistent — annoyance?
So much so that, despite her mature aura, she acted more like a shy young girl today — every so often, she would secretly step on the head of Chu Huaixu’s shadow.
That’s how the two of them walked all the way back to the bamboo hut.
Along the way, Han Shuangjiang’s mood fluctuated several times. Her thoughts shifted constantly.
In truth, there was a faint voice inside her hoping — Could Chu Huaixu take the initiative again?
She slightly regretted her earlier reaction.
“That was really terrible of me.”
But Chu Huaixu didn’t — he simply didn’t.
Standing outside the door, Han Shuangjiang turned and said, “Then I… I’ll head inside now.”
“Alright. Sweet dreams.” The Dead Fox replied with a smile, as if nothing had happened.
He knew — there was a little girl tonight who probably wouldn’t be able to sleep.
And that made him quite happy.
The reason was simple — just as Han Shuangjiang had said before:
“I’m very petty!”
After returning to his room and washing up briefly, he fell fast asleep thanks to the alcohol.
Just as he expected, the girl stuck in the ambiguous phase couldn’t fall asleep at all after returning to her room.
Later, emboldened by the lingering effects of the Spirit Wine, she risked being caught and quietly spread her Divine Sense — just to probe what was going on across the way.
“He’s asleep?”
“And sleeping so soundly!”
The girl, inexplicably, grew furious.
She’d just been worrying over nothing — fearing that Chu Huaixu might be heartbroken, even blaming herself deeply.
“Dead Fox!!!” she cursed him in her heart.
“I knew it was just drunken nonsense!” She herself was starting to lose track of things.
That night, despite all the Spirit Wine she’d drunk, Han Shuangjiang barely slept at all.
She fell asleep late and dreamed all sorts of chaotic dreams.
The next day, the Little Chef still had to get up on time — just like always — to make breakfast for that damn fox.
“Morning,” Chu Huaixu emerged from his room, full of energy.
“Mm.” Han Shuangjiang was ice-cold.
Seeing her like this only made him want to laugh.
After they sat down, the Dead Fox started again.
He deliberately said, “Well… I really did drink too much last night. I can barely remember what happened.”
His word choice and tone made it clear — he wasn’t planning to take responsibility for anything said last night. He was fully playing the denial card.
Han Shuangjiang understood — after all, she’d run away. Of course he’d be awkward too.
She really was a good girl. She’d already thought about this on the way home last night — she felt she hadn’t handled things well at all.
But then again, didn’t Chu Huaixu sleep super soundly last night?
And still — she was a girl, after all. There’d always be some emotional turbulence in moments like this.
Besides… deep down, she also wanted a firm answer.
Thus, she said coldly, “You really did drink too much. You said a lot of things. You probably don’t remember, do you?”
“I remember some. I told you the truth — that Heir of Prince Rui has some leverage on me.”
“And?” she asked coldly again, still harboring hope.
“Oh, and I told you I could drink more than anyone — that I could outdrink the entire room. That was definitely me bragging. Haha! Even for someone who practices Body Training, it’s not that ridiculous, haha!”
“And?”
“Oh! I remember now — and you called me petty!” The Dead Fox kept up the act.
“That’s it?” Han Shuangjiang asked.
Truthfully, her repeated questioning was a kind of statement too. Otherwise, why ask?
Surely she wasn’t just here to mock him?
Chu Huaixu opened his mouth — but said nothing.
A flicker of disappointment passed through the girl’s eyes — and she quickly tried to hide it.
“Guess it really was all just drunken talk.” She sounded a bit dejected. “Let’s eat.”
But then—
“It wasn’t, Senior Sister Han.” Chu Huaixu suddenly spoke — and even called her Senior Sister Han again.
“I know what you want to ask.” He locked eyes with her.
“But it wasn’t drunken talk,” he said, word by word.
— “That was something I said while sober.”
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