ebonymovies Chapter 329 : A Maiden’s Feelings Are Always a Poem
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 moment, 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 meditation 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 something 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!!” someone cursed internally.
【Myriad Swords Converge】—the number one scam in 《Borrowed Sword》, a classic telecom fraud!
Fortunately, Chu Huaixu had long been mentally prepared.
He never believed he could succeed in one try.
“I admit, there was a gambling element 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 extremely 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 something.
“Why did the Sword Heart progress bar increase a little?”
“So this means that every time 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 meant that every attempt at least gave him a minimum guaranteed gain!
“Then why didn’t players show this phenomenon 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 phenomenon 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 complement each other.”
But one had to remember—the Sword Heart had been condensed with the help of the Dao Ancestor.
“Dao Ancestor… don’t tell me 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 some protective mechanism within the restriction. When your physical body was about to collapse, the Sword Spirit would be sealed.”
“As for Qin Xuanxiao, he seemed 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 me 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 somewhat shocked.
In the Imperial Capital of Moon Country, during the Champion’s Duel, to kill the Heir of Prince Rui?
When all these elements 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, some Dao Gate disciples who had rarely seen snow were trying to build snowmen.
Now, aside from Chu Huaixu, everyone else had already been eliminated, so they were enjoying a rare moment 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 meeting expectations, or even exceeding them.
The Moon Country royal family had been quite generous this time. 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 me,” 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 time, 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 me, I’d be perfectly happy to be Chu Huaixu’s junior brother! No shame in that!”
“Hahahaha!” Laughter erupted all around.
Mo Qingmei, 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 resentment.
Perhaps it was precisely this feeling that led the entire team to achieve such outstanding results.
Now that so much time 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 me—‘Do not use a limited life to bear endless sorrow,’” Mo Qingmei 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 Qingmei 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 remember—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 immediately made a decision.
Nothing else mattered. If he said no, then Niu Yuanshan was not.
Or rather—he must not be!
Thus, when Mo Qingmei came to ask, Nangong Yue said:
“Do not overthink it. He is not as Qin Xuanxiao claimed.”
“Then is this matter just going to be left like this?!” Mo Qingmei 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 Qingmei 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 Qingmei 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 time when she and Niu Yuanshan had gone down the mountain together for a mission.
That was the second time 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 same way.
Back then, the young Mo Qingmei 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 Qingmei 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 melt 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 Qingmei hid behind a tree and sent him a voice transmission:
“Senior Brother Niu, come to the big parasol tree. I wrote something in the snow for you.”
“You must come quickly. The snow will melt soon—and the words will melt with it. I won’t say it to you again in the future.”
Inside the academy, the present-day Mo Qingmei 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.