Chapter 41 - Congratulations
Chapter 41: Congratulations
As Su Xue’s sword was unsheathed, an overwhelming pressure descended, causing the disciples beneath the platform to suddenly turn pale.
Every disciple of the Tianxuan Sect had heard tales of the Su Xue sword.
Seven hundred years ago, when the first sect master of the Tianxuan Sect founded the sect, the Su Xue sword was his personal weapon, always by his side. Later, when the sect master attempted to break through to the ninth realm, he failed to receive the favor of the heavens and perished, leaving the Su Xue sword to become the Tianxuan Sect’s guardian spirit sword.
Before his death, the sect master had arranged his affairs, decreeing that if he failed to advance, whoever the Su Xue sword chose as its master could take it.
Over the years, every swordsman of the Tianxuan Sect had visited the Sword Tomb, trying to connect with the spirit of the Su Xue sword. However, nearly ninety-nine percent of them not only failed to claim the sword but were also injured by its proud and aloof spirit. As a result, for many years, no one dared to approach the Su Xue sword again—until Chu Xianning stepped into the Sword Tomb and stood before it.
She had been entangled with the Su Xue sword for a hundred years, spending a long time in contact with it. It was unclear whether it was her extraordinary talent or her persistence that eventually moved the spirit of the Su Xue sword. It became her personal weapon and had accompanied her for several hundred years.
But why had Chu Xianning summoned the Su Xue sword now? Could it be that she found Li Qiusheng’s bullying too much to bear and intended to personally intervene on behalf of her beloved disciple?
The disciples all gazed at Chu Xianning, holding their breath against the oppressive aura of the Su Xue sword. Yet Chu Xianning remained seated in the stands, unmoved, while the Su Xue sword flew into the arena, and Jiang Huai raised his hand to catch it.
“Heh,” Jiang Huai grasped the hilt, and the spirit of the Su Xue sword quickly responded, albeit with a touch of lazy coolness.
“It’s rare for you to think of me.”
There seemed to be a hint of grievance in that lazy, cool voice.