novelraw Chapter 297 : Sword Heart: Myriad Swords Return to One
Chapter 297 : Sword Heart: Myriad Swords Return to One
Chapter 297: Sword Heart: Myriad Swords Return to One
Inside the Academy, Chu Huaixu sat cross-legged.
After choosing to upgrade, his entire being once again entered a mysterious state.
This time was different from within the Dao Ancestor Inheritance Secret Realm. There, the Dao Ancestor’s supreme power had simulated an advanced version of 【Myriad Swords Converge】 for him to comprehend.
Now, everything he perceived relied solely on himself.
Almost immediately, Chu Huaixu sensed a connection forming between himself and the neighboring 【Zhegutian】.
This supreme-grade spiritual sword began to tremble, emitting a resonant sword cry.
Han Shuangjiang, who had been cultivating cross-legged, opened her eyes and glanced at her life-bound spirit sword.
She was already somewhat used to this.
Without even thinking, she knew it was because of Chu Huaixu—he had caused it again.
【Zhegutian】 behaved as usual. When its master looked at it, its loud sword cry immediately became suppressed.
As if to indicate it was acting against its will, expressing that it still retained loyalty to its master.
Han Shuangjiang let out a soft sigh and carefully listened to her surroundings.
Sure enough, before long, other spiritual swords began emitting sword cries as well.
Clearly, Chu Huaixu’s range of influence was gradually expanding.
Within the Academy, any Dao Gate disciple who was a Sword Cultivator immediately saw a reaction from their life-bound spirit sword.
These Sword Cultivators all looked at their swords in astonishment.
“Why is this happening even here in the Academy of Moon Country?”
Since the Heaven-and-Earth Phenomenon had occurred earlier, the sect’s higher-ups had only told everyone to remain calm without offering further explanation. As a result, these ordinary disciples had no idea that all of this was caused by Chu Huaixu.
Many Sword Cultivators hugged their life-bound swords and ran outside, gathering in small groups.
They immediately began chattering among themselves.
“What’s going on?”
“Why does this happen every few days?”
After exchanging guesses, they all arrived at the same conclusion—
This phenomenon must be caused by the Little Martial Uncle Ancestor!
If they were still in the Dao Gate, they might have had another suspect—the Seventh Elder who had been in secluded cultivation within the Purple Bamboo Forest.
“Other than figures at the level of the Four Great Divine Swords, who else could trigger such a reaction from sword spirits?” someone declared confidently.
“The Little Martial Uncle Ancestor’s cultivation is unfathomable—this is reasonable.”
Everyone nodded in agreement.
However, what puzzled these Dao Gate Sword Cultivators slightly was:
“Previously, it was ten thousand swords crying in unison. Why is the range of this phenomenon so small this time?”
And just as those words were spoken, the range began expanding again.
With his eyes closed, the swords drawn by Chu Huaixu’s Sword Heart were no longer limited to the Dao Gate’s own disciples.
He began trying to “borrow” from outside.
The first target he set his sights on was Spring and Autumn Mountain.
No helping it—his main account in 《Borrowed Sword》 belonged to Spring and Autumn Mountain.
If he was going to play, he might as well start with familiar people’s swords.
Among them might even be NPCs he had seen or interacted with in the game.
Within the Academy, many Sword Cultivators from Spring and Autumn Mountain rushed out of their rooms.
Some even couldn’t help but knock on the doors of the accompanying stewards.
When one’s life-bound sword suddenly showed abnormalities, what Sword Cultivator wouldn’t panic?
After all, they weren’t like the Dao Gate disciples—they weren’t used to this.
Soon after, Chu Huaixu expanded his range further, stretching his “thieving hand” toward one of the Four Great Sects—Luo Heaven Valley.
“Buzz—!”
The spiritual swords of Luo Heaven Valley suddenly began to tremble.
Immediately afterward, all the swords slid about an inch out of their scabbards and began emitting excited sword cries, each louder than the last.
They all wanted to leave their masters and throw themselves into someone’s embrace.
Unfortunately, that someone’s cultivation was still too weak, making the pull insufficiently strong.
Thus, although the swords sensed him, they could not fly toward him.
This anomaly instantly alarmed the higher-ups of both Spring and Autumn Mountain and Luo Heaven Valley.
The leader of Spring and Autumn Mountain this time was still Mei Chuxue.
This charming and voluptuous woman, as always, dressed in an extremely alluring manner.
She wore her signature red dress, its hem slit all the way up near the root of her thigh.
When she walked, the hem swayed side to side, reaching a critical point at the slit.
Clearly nothing was revealed, yet it gave the illusion of something faintly visible.
She quickly began transmitting messages to the leaders of the other two great sects.
In the end, the reply she received was Jiang Zhi’s indifferent voice:
“It is merely a breakthrough by a Dao Gate disciple. No need to make a fuss.”
Across the entire area, the first to sense Chu Huaixu’s Sword Heart breakthrough were Jiang Zhi—and the Sword Sovereign seated atop the Giant Hawk.
With the Eastern and Western Continents’ Grand Competition approaching, the old man remained cautious. He directly cast a restriction, isolating Chu Huaixu’s aura from the outside world to prevent others from detecting it, thereby keeping a hidden advantage before the competition.
Thus, even someone as powerful as Mei Chuxue could not immediately determine the cause or origin of this phenomenon.
Her seductive peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly.
She transmitted another message:
“Is it Chu Huaixu?”
The question sank like a stone into the sea—Jiang Zhi left it unanswered.
“Although the Dao Gate’s current generation is full of talents, the likelihood that it’s Chu Huaixu is the highest,” Mei Chuxue thought.
“What exactly did he break through to cause such a disturbance?”
“I heard previously that ten thousand swords cried in unison within the Dao Gate.”
“Was that also caused by him?”
“But this time, the phenomenon doesn’t seem as exaggerated.”
Atop the Giant Hawk, a trace of surprise flashed through the middle-aged scholar’s eyes, followed by a faint smile.
After the ten Giant Hawks landed at the Academy, the Sword Cultivators received an enthusiastic “welcome.”
Before the disciples of the Sword Sect even jumped down from the hawks, their life-bound swords began trembling wildly.
The supreme-grade spiritual sword in Geng Tianhe’s hand was no exception.
“It feels… excited.”
“It has never been this excited in my hands!”
Geng Tianhe’s gaze sharpened as this thought arose in his mind.
Even the sword in Situ Cheng’s hand reacted, though less intensely than the others.
The middle-aged scholar raised his hand and said, “Junior Brother, do not panic. It is Chu Huaixu who has broken through.”
“It’s just that Senior Jiang has set up a restriction, so even you cannot probe it with divine sense.”
Situ Cheng snorted coldly. “You don’t need to tell me—I could already guess it was Chu Huaixu.”
But in the next moment, the Sword Sovereign spoke with a smile:
“Looks like… it’s about to be completed.”
As soon as his words fell, a translucent ripple spread outward from Chu Huaixu’s residence.
Wherever it passed, all spiritual swords fell silent.
They no longer trembled, nor did they emit sword cries.
However, as Sword Cultivators whose minds were connected to their life-bound swords, they could clearly sense the state of the sword spirits.
It was reverence. It was submission!
The phenomenon had not disappeared—
The swords simply no longer dared to act.
The middle-aged scholar was someone skilled in Counter-Prosperity. Back at Nameless Peak, he had once lamented to Situ Cheng that if Chu Huaixu had been born ten years earlier, how wonderful that would have been.
Now, a smile appeared on his face once more as he said:
“With his rate of progress, perhaps he need not have been born ten years earlier. I should be able to wait.”
Situ Cheng’s face flashed with astonishment.
From those words, it seemed his senior brother believed that this junior, Chu Huaixu, could one day catch up to him?
And not even in too long a time?
Situ Cheng couldn’t help but think:
Would there soon be another Sword Cultivator in the world who could narrowly surpass him?
He asked, “What aspect did Chu Huaixu break through?”
“It should be the Sword Heart,” the middle-aged scholar replied.
Situ Cheng was not surprised that Chu Huaixu possessed a Sword Heart.
He had already sensed it during the Eastern Continent Grand Competition of the First Realm.
What puzzled him was:
“How can there be such a Sword Heart in this world—one that can draw in the swords of others?”
“That is indeed strange. And I do not know where this child’s limit lies,” the scholar replied.
“What do you mean?”
“If the upper limit of this ability is high, do you know what that represents?”
“What does it represent?”
The smile on the scholar’s face gradually faded, becoming more solemn as he slowly spoke:
“The shared master of all spiritual swords under heaven.”