Borrowed Sword Chapter 329 : A Maiden’s Feelings Are Always a Poem

Chapter 329: A Maiden’s Feelings Are Always a Poem

“【Ding! Unfortunately, skill 《Myriad Swords Converge (Advanced)》—learning failed.】”

At this mont, Xu Ziqing was still unconscious, while Han Shuangjiang stood at the side watching over him.

The cold and aloof young girl suddenly heard Chu Huaixu, who was seated nearby in ditation with his eyes closed, begin loudly cursing out of nowhere.

“Damn your mother!!”

This startled her so much that she jolted.

The Big Ice Block feared sothing had also gone wrong on his end.

But when she turned her head to look, Chu Huaixu’s expression had already returned to calm, leaving her utterly confused.

“I knew it! I f*cking knew it!!” soone cursed internally.

【Myriad Swords Converge】—the number one scam in 《Borrowed Sword》, a classic telecom fraud!

Fortunately, Chu Huaixu had long been ntally prepared.

He never believed he could succeed in one try.

“I admit, there was a gambling elent in this.”

The Champion’s Duel would be held in three days. He still wanted to improve his overall strength as much as possible.

Moreover, once the Ancestor Emperor stepped in to fight on his behalf, that entity could use Heaven-rank techniques.

Although various restrictions limited their full power, they were still absolutely stronger than all Earth-rank techniques.

Including the self-damaging 【Six Formations of the Broken Array】.

Because according to 《Borrowed Sword》’s setting, Heaven-rank techniques were extrely rare throughout the Xuanhuang Realm—fewer than ten in total.

And their power was nothing short of heaven-defying.

One million experience points had gone to waste just like that, and Chu Huaixu naturally felt intense heartache.

But he soon noticed sothing.

“Why did the Sword Heart progress bar increase a little?”

“So this ans that every ti I comprehend 【Myriad Swords Converge】, even if I fail, it still helps advance 【Sword Heart: Myriad Swords Return to One】?”

This was an unexpected delight!

It ant that every attempt at least gave him a minimum guaranteed gain!

“Then why didn’t players show this phenonon before when they went all-in?”

“Oh… they didn’t even have a Sword Heart. That explains it.”

In that version, no top player had yet condensed a Sword Heart.

Let alone one like his, which was directly linked to 【Myriad Swords Converge】.

“Still, judging from the progress increase, if this one million experience were directly poured into upgrading the Sword Heart instead of gambling, the returns would be greater. Right now, the increase is only about fifty percent.”

Even so, he was satisfied.

After all, it was a gamble. As long as he didn’t lose everything, that was already a blessing.

Instead, this phenonon made him further realize just how special his Sword Heart was.

“It’s precisely because I condensed it that this Heaven-rank technique advanced.”

“And now every attempt even increases its progress.”

“The two clearly complent each other.”

But one had to rember—the Sword Heart had been condensed with the help of the Dao Ancestor.

“Dao Ancestor… don’t tell all of this is your doing again.”

Night gradually deepened.

Near midnight, Xu Ziqing finally slowly regained consciousness.

Relying on his own recovery ability, as well as the absorption efficiency of his Drug-taking Holy Body, his injuries had almost fully healed.

“You’re awake,” Chu Huaixu said calmly.

“Senior Brother, did I win or lose?” The first thing Little Xu asked upon opening his eyes was this.

After all, once the Sword Spirit of the Bronze Sword had taken over his body, he knew nothing of what happened outside.

“You lost, but he only barely won—he fainted just a few breaths later than you,” Chu Huaixu replied.

“To be precise, I suspect the Dao Ancestor left so protective chanism within the restriction. When your physical body was about to collapse, the Sword Spirit would be sealed.”

“As for Qin Xuanxiao, he seed to be in worse shape than you.”

Whether it was the Ancestor Emperor or the Evil Sword Spirit, once they took control, they fought as if they were risking their lives.

After all, it wasn’t their own “account”—they didn’t cherish it at all, charging straight toward “account deletion.”

Completely reckless.

It was understandable for the Evil Sword to act like this.

But the Ancestor Emperor still intended to possess the body—yet he treated it just as carelessly.

“Which only shows…”

“He’s panicking! He’s panicking!”

This made Chu Huaixu chuckle inwardly.

He raised his eyes toward Xu Ziqing, only to see that after hearing he had lost, the boy actually let out a sigh of relief.

That made Chu Huaixu both amused and exasperated.

“What, you left him to and you’re actually relieved?” he said irritably.

The boy nodded. After hesitating repeatedly, he asked:

“Senior Brother… you’re planning to kill him on the platform, right?”

Chu Huaixu laughed. “Am I really that obvious in front of you all?”

The clear-eyed youth nodded sincerely.

This made the Dead Fox realize—if even Little Xu, this fool, had guessed it, then Nangong Yue and the others must already have a good idea as well.

He fixed his gaze on the boy’s pure and transparent eyes and said in a low voice:

“I’ve said before—if I kill him, it will be before countless masses.”

“What occasion is more fitting than the Champion’s Duel, don’t you think?” Chu Huaixu smiled faintly.

Xu Ziqing opened his mouth. After receiving confirmation, he was clearly still sowhat shocked.

In the Imperial Capital of Moon Country, during the Champion’s Duel, to kill the Heir of Prince Rui?

When all these elents were put together, he had no idea how his Senior Brother intended to accomplish it!

Moreover, it was said that His Majesty the Moon Emperor placed great importance on this competition. In three days, he would personally attend the academy, accompanied by the Guardian of the Nation!

Clouds drifted, snow rested upon branches.

After a night passed, a thin layer of snow had accumulated on the trees, walls, and ground of the academy.

Outside the courtyard, so Dao Gate disciples who had rarely seen snow were trying to build snown.

Now, aside from Chu Huaixu, everyone else had already been eliminated, so they were enjoying a rare mont of leisure.

Up to this point, the Dao Gate delegation had achieved unmatched results in this competition.

It wasn’t just that they occupied half of the top eight.

The final rankings of this group of prodigies were all excellent—basically eting expectations, or even exceeding them.

The Moon Country royal family had been quite generous this ti. Anyone who entered the top hundred would receive substantial rewards.

And after returning to the sect, there would be additional rewards.

Thus, for them, the trip had already been worthwhile.

“I hope Junior Brother Chu can once again claim the title of Xuanhuang Champion. If so, then this Eastern and Western Continents’ Grand Competition will be perfectly complete for ,” Ji Sikong said while building a snowman.

“You’re still calling him Junior Brother Chu? You can’t change it, can you? You should call him True Disciple Chu!” his Dao companion said irritably.

Another fellow disciple teased, “Senior Brother Ji, when you return, an elder might take a liking to you and bring you into the Gentleman Temple. At that ti, you’ll have to call him Senior Brother Chu!”

Hearing this, Ji Sikong wasn’t angry at all. Instead, he raised his hand and said:

“Hey! If you ask , I’d be perfectly happy to be Chu Huaixu’s junior brother! No sha in that!”

“Hahahaha!” Laughter erupted all around.

Mo Qingi, who was sitting nearby as the accompanying steward, watched the lively scene among the disciples, and a faint smile appeared on her face.

She could actually tell—ever since Niu Yuanshan publicly took his own life, these Dao Gate disciples who respected him had all been holding in a breath of resentnt.

Perhaps it was precisely this feeling that led the entire team to achieve such outstanding results.

Now that so much ti had passed, she was glad to see them gradually dispel their gloom.

“Just like how, when I was sad before, Senior Brother Niu would comfort —‘Do not use a limited life to bear endless sorrow,’” Mo Qingi thought.

She also wanted to move on, because she believed Senior Brother Niu would want her to do so.

But unfortunately, it had been snowing frequently in the Imperial Capital lately.

Looking at the snow on the branches, she felt as if she had returned to that night before the preliminary round.

She couldn’t help but feel a little regret—that night, when they watched the snow together, she had been cold toward him and barely spoke to him.

Mo Qingi never believed that Niu Yuanshan, who had worked diligently for the Dao Gate for most of his life, was a spy for Moon Country.

A spy who worked harder than any Outer Sect Steward, and did a better job than any of them?

Was he there to infiltrate—or to build the outer sect?

Moreover, that very night, she had gone to ask Jiang Zhi and the others.

And one must rember—Jiang Zhi and the others had already asked Chu Huaixu:

Moon Country says Steward Niu is a spy. What do you think?

Chu Huaixu’s reply was:

“I don’t know. But at least from my perspective, he isn’t.”

Nangong Yue imdiately made a decision.

Nothing else mattered. If he said no, then Niu Yuanshan was not.

Or rather—he must not be!

Thus, when Mo Qingi ca to ask, Nangong Yue said:

“Do not overthink it. He is not as Qin Xuanxiao claid.”

“Then is this matter just going to be left like this?!” Mo Qingi rarely showed such agitation.

Nangong Yue only replied gently:

“The sect will investigate the specifics. In any case, there will definitely be a result—and an explanation.”

So, Mo Qingi waited.

And as she waited, the Eastern and Western Continents’ Grand Competition was nearing its end.

Everyone was about to leave Moon Country.

But as a steward, she neither asked again nor pressed further, nor did she cause trouble.

She believed there would be a result.

“Just… waiting like this is so hard,” Mo Qingi thought, her spirit slightly weary.

Looking at the snow on the ground and the large snowman the disciples had built, she fell into a daze.

She recalled a ti when she and Niu Yuanshan had gone down the mountain together for a mission.

That was the second ti she had been saved by him during a mission.

Back then, she had been reckless. Others scolded her and told her to be more careful.

Only Niu Yuanshan—despite being seriously injured—kept smiling and saying:

“It’s alright, it’s alright.”

Even if he treated everyone the sa way.

Back then, the young Mo Qingi still felt she was special—because while everyone else took it for granted, she alone noticed how good he truly was.

Senior Brother Niu… was truly a good man.

They had planned to rest for a day before returning to the sect.

That night, a light snow fell.

Mo Qingi woke up early, built a very small snowman with a familiar senior sister, and confided her maiden feelings.

The senior sister whispered a few words into her ear, making her cheeks flush red while her eyes sparkled brightly.

Since the snowfall wasn’t heavy, both the little snowman and the snow on the ground would soon lt away.

A maiden’s feelings were always like poetry. On the snow, she wrote with a branch:

Senior Brother Niu, I like you.

Before setting off to return to the sect, Mo Qingi hid behind a tree and sent him a voice transmission:

“Senior Brother Niu, co to the big parasol tree. I wrote sothing in the snow for you.”

“You must co quickly. The snow will lt soon—and the words will lt with it. I won’t say it to you again in the future.”

Inside the academy, the present-day Mo Qingi lifted her head and looked at the sky.

Light snow began to fall again.

She thought of the person she had only embraced in her dreams.

And heavier snow began to fall.