novelraw Chapter 266 : Who Can Master 【Myriad Swords Converge】
Chapter 266 : Who Can Master 【Myriad Swords Converge】
Chapter 266: Who Can Master 【Myriad Swords Converge】?
On Nameless Peak, Situ Cheng flew into a rage the moment he heard this.
“You, that day, directly caused all the spirit swords of the inner sect to soar into the sky and slash toward me, and you still say that wasn’t 【Myriad Swords Converge】!”
Even now, recalling it, Situ Cheng still felt a lingering fear.
Countless spirit swords had ultimately hovered right before him, forcibly halted by the middle-aged scholar.
If there had been even the slightest mistake, he would likely have been pierced into a hornet’s nest.
All these years, only that spar two years ago had made him begin to doubt: “Am I really only a hair weaker than senior brother?”
And after executing 【Myriad Swords Converge】, the middle-aged scholar had also appeared extremely weak, completely losing the ability to continue fighting.
This made him realize: “The gap is still just that one hair, because as long as I don’t die by luck, or prepare beforehand, the one who dies will definitely be him!”
Of course, this was merely self-deception.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have avoided coming to Nameless Peak to pick a fight for a full two years.
But now, you’re actually telling me that wasn’t the real 【Myriad Swords Converge】!?
I, Situ Cheng, refuse to believe it first and foremost!
“That was 【Myriad Swords Converge】!” Situ Cheng said stubbornly, neck stiff. “The number one technique under heaven, the Dao Ancestor’s signature move—【Myriad Swords Converge】!”
The middle-aged scholar usually indulged his junior brother. Ever since entering the sect, it had always been so. After they went down the mountain to train together and Situ Cheng burned his lifespan, he indulged him even more in everything.
But now, contrary to his usual behavior, he insisted:
“Junior brother, that truly wasn’t the real 【Myriad Swords Converge】.”
“Why do you say that?” Situ Cheng asked.
“Because the Dao Ancestor’s 【Myriad Swords Converge】 is surely not like that.”
“Then what is it like?”
“Have you read that sword manual?”
“Who among sword cultivators in the world hasn’t read it?” Situ Cheng said speechlessly.
“Have you comprehended it fully?” the middle-aged scholar asked again.
“Of course not!” Situ Cheng answered righteously.
Damn it, what kind of nonsense question is that—if I had comprehended it, wouldn’t I already know 【Myriad Swords Converge】!
“I have comprehended it,” the middle-aged scholar said.
“Then you still say what you used wasn’t 【Myriad Swords Converge】!?” Situ Cheng was furious, slamming his palm heavily onto the stone table.
“It is precisely because I comprehended it that I know it wasn’t,” the middle-aged scholar sighed.
“If it’s comprehended, then it is! If it isn’t, then you haven’t comprehended it!” Situ Cheng, hearing such contradictory nonsense, almost wanted to fight him on the spot.
However, the Sword Sovereign suddenly shook his head and said:
“No. In this world, there exists no sword art that I cannot comprehend. 【Myriad Swords Converge】 is no exception.”
What arrogance!
Yet his tone was calm, as though he were stating a simple fact.
And despite competing with his senior brother for most of his life, Situ Cheng still acknowledged this statement.
“What exactly are you trying to say?” he frowned.
Seeing his junior brother losing patience, the middle-aged scholar quickly poured him tea.
As he poured, he said:
“I suspect that over the past thousand years, anyone who could execute 【Myriad Swords Converge】 is like me—they only comprehended the sword art, but did not truly control this power.”
“We can achieve the first two characters, but not the latter two.”
“We can control myriad swords, but the swords do not return to the origin.”
Hearing this, Situ Cheng frowned slightly and asked:
“You mean, the Dao Ancestor’s is truly 【Myriad Swords Converge】, while yours is just forcibly controlling those swords for temporary use?”
“Exactly! Exactly!” The middle-aged scholar clapped his hands and laughed, not forgetting to slip in a compliment: “Junior brother truly grasps things instantly—talking with you is always the most enjoyable!”
Situ Cheng felt secretly pleased and quite satisfied, though his face showed a trace of disdain and indifference, as if being regarded as a confidant by the Sword Sovereign was nothing special.
He only said in a deep voice:
“You make this number one sword art in the world sound like some storybook nonsense—like a tyrant forcibly taking a maiden, gaining her body but not her heart.”
“Junior brother truly has great talent! Crude words, but profound truth!” The middle-aged scholar’s smile deepened.
Situ Cheng asked again, “Is the difference that big?”
“Of course. My 【Myriad Swords Converge】 might not even reach one-tenth of the Dao Ancestor’s.”
“So much difference!?” Situ Cheng was genuinely shocked this time.
He still vividly remembered his defeat two years ago.
At that moment, his mind had trembled, filled with a deep sense of powerlessness. He had marveled that a sword art could be so powerful—far surpassing the Heaven-rank sword techniques he had mastered!
Yet now his senior brother was saying that was only one-tenth of the true 【Myriad Swords Converge】?
A forcibly twisted melon could be this tasteless!?
So this melon is only good for quenching thirst, huh?
The middle-aged scholar nodded slightly and said, “This is only my personal speculation.”
Upon hearing this, Situ Cheng immediately said:
“But there are all kinds of spirit swords in the world, and thus all kinds of sword spirits.”
“How could there possibly be someone who makes every sword spirit willingly submit, wholeheartedly devoted, bowing their heads to serve him… hm?”
Halfway through, he suddenly froze, recalling a certain person and a certain event.
The middle-aged scholar looked at him in confusion.
Then Situ Cheng suddenly stood up, somewhat startled:
“Chu Huaixu! Right, right, Chu Huaixu!”
“Oh? What about this First Realm Xuanhuang Champion?” the middle-aged scholar asked with a smile.
Situ Cheng couldn’t help recalling that during the Eastern Continent Grand Competition, whenever Chu Huaixu faced sword cultivators, he displayed all sorts of strange methods—and how uncontrollable their spirit swords became!
He remembered how the Sword Sect disciple Mo Lingfeng had almost been unable to even draw his sword against him.
That day, when the young man saw Mo Lingfeng utterly shaken, he gave him an answer.
He said—
“Because your sword is afraid of me!”
Later, Situ Cheng had summoned Mo Lingfeng and tried using his own Sword Domain to suppress the sword spirit, preventing it from being drawn, asking him if it felt the same.
Mo Lingfeng’s answer had actually been: the sword spirit seemed even more afraid of Chu Huaixu!
At the time, Situ Cheng had dismissed it, thinking the boy had been beaten senseless and was talking nonsense.
After all, I am an Eighth Realm sword cultivator, ranked second among the 【Four Great Divine Swords】!
But now, the more he thought about it, the more something felt off.
He told his senior brother about this, and added:
“Also, in the finals of the Eastern Continent Grand Competition, didn’t Chu Huaixu face that Dao Ancestor sword?”
“In that battle, he even borrowed a sword from Han Shuangjiang!”
“I was watching that day, and I felt that the sword spirit of 【Zhegutian】 was incredibly excited—almost joyful. It directly flew out of its master’s hand and rushed toward Chu Huaixu!”
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged scholar’s eyes immediately lit up:
“Junior brother, is this true?”
“Why would I lie to you!”
“Then why didn’t you elaborate last time?”
“Last time, you and the Sect Master were only concerned about the Dao Ancestor sword and the prophecy! Everyone’s focus was on the Origin Spirit Realm afterward! And now you’re questioning me!?” Situ Cheng exploded in anger.
He added:
“The Dao Gate originally invited you to attend the ceremony—it was you who didn’t go!”
The middle-aged scholar quickly apologized. “This was senior brother’s fault.”
He began to analyze carefully:
“And earlier, you said this Chu Huaixu seems to have mastered the true 《Dao Canon》, becoming the Dao Ancestor’s legacy successor, and obtained the Dao Ancestor’s sword scabbard on Hidden Spirit Mountain?”
“Correct.”
Hearing this, the middle-aged scholar burst into hearty laughter. This man of Counter-Prosperity seemed to finally glimpse hope.
“Hahaha! Borrowing one sword is borrowing—borrowing ten thousand swords is also borrowing!”
“Perhaps, when he truly comprehends the sword manual of 【Myriad Swords Converge】, he will be able, like the Dao Ancestor, to execute the true 【Myriad Swords Converge】!”
“Wonderful! Wonderful!”
A rare trace of excitement appeared on his face.
The middle-aged scholar, who rarely left the mountain, now even asked:
“Junior brother, for the Third Realm Eastern and Western Continents’ Grand Competition, will you take senior brother along?”
—
At the Dao Gate, Book Mountain.
After entering the space within the stone, Han Shuangjiang first fell into brief astonishment.
“How did I enter a secret realm again just like that?”
She still found it somewhat unbelievable.
Could it be that she truly possessed heaven-defying fortune?
Yet her life before entering the Dao Gate had been so difficult—she hadn’t encountered a single opportunity.
“In fact, my life was nothing but drifting and hardship.”
She raised her head and looked ahead. What entered her sight were once again large characters carved into the stone wall.
But this time, the characters were different from those in the Dao Ancestor’s secret realm last time.
“Could it be that this isn’t the Dao Ancestor’s secret realm?”
“Did I, while searching for the Dao Ancestor’s inheritance, accidentally trigger another senior’s inheritance?”
Last time, a huge character 【Dao】 had been carved on the stone wall.
It was said that every Dao Ancestor inheritance was like that.
But now, before her, was a single character—
【Sword】!
She quickly turned her head away, no longer looking at it.
Afraid that, just like last time, merely staring at it would pull her into a mysterious state.
The girl wasn’t afraid of that situation itself, but rather:
“Chu Huaixu hasn’t come in yet.”
She was waiting for him.
Only then could they, as before, experience trials together and grow together.
To be precise, nearly every deepening of their relationship had been tied to secret realms.
But then Han Shuangjiang thought:
“But if this isn’t the Dao Ancestor’s secret realm, then he might not be able to enter?”
And that was indeed the case—what Chu Huaixu possessed was merely the “key” to the Dao Ancestor’s inheritance.
However, after a few breaths, the Big Ice Block, who had her back to the massive 【Sword】 character, saw a figure appear before her.
Chu Huaixu looked at the 【Treasure-Hunting Mouse (Dao Companion Version)】 in front of him and felt that the Big Ice Block was truly useful.
His work experience from his previous life told him—relying on a woman was incredibly rewarding.
“Impressive, you’ve found another Dao Ancestor inheritance. As expected of a Heaven’s Mandated One,” he praised.
“So this really is a Dao Ancestor inheritance?” Han Shuangjiang asked.
“Of course. Otherwise, how could I have entered?”
However, in the next moment, she immediately noticed Chu Huaixu’s expression change, a trace of astonishment appearing on his face.
“What’s wrong?” she asked with concern.
Little did she know, it was because a system notification sounded in the Dead Fox’s ear.
“【Ding! You have entered the Dao Ancestor inheritance instance—Myriad Swords Converge】.”