Chapter 76: Taichu Immortal Sword

Shadow Sword did not refer to one person, but to a group of people.

Hidden in darkness, following like shadows.

A group of nameless sword cultivators who walked the mortal world, lurked in the darkness, and slew the wicked and eradicated evil. They were collectively called the Shadow Swords.

The Shadow Swords’ movements were mysterious. Their inheritance had always been passed from father to son, master to disciple, and never to outsiders.

They were a group of low-profile, mysterious, unknown chivalrous sword cultivators hiding in the dark. And the reason Immortal Venerable Yuquan mentioned them was because, in the previous cycles of reincarnation, in order to resist the Rain Emperor, the Immortal Alliance had gathered and won over every force it could possibly gather, including the Shadow Sword Alliance.

And among the Shadow Sword Alliance, there was one unknown Shadow Sword who had done something great.

This unknown Shadow Sword, whose surname, given name, height, and appearance the Immortal Alliance still did not know to this day, had assassinated the Rain Emperor a full three hundred and sixty-seven times, two days more than an entire year. Several of those attempts had nearly succeeded.

His achievements made the Immortal Lords of the Immortal Alliance and the Divine Lords of the God Sect, who had been utterly crushed by the Rain Emperor, feel ashamed.

And now.

Immortal Venerable Yuquan looked at the young man named Song Jifei in the Thousand-Li Mirror. His movement technique and Sword Path had a bit of the Shadow Swords’ flavor to them, which was why he had said so.

Hearing his words, the other Immortal Lords froze for a moment, then nodded and said, “He does somewhat resemble a Shadow Sword.”

After saying this, the Immortal Lords could not help showing rueful expressions. They, too, had remembered that unknown Shadow Sword from the Shadow Sword Alliance in the old “Kill That Rain Emperor United Front Alliance.”

“I wonder how he is doing now. Is he still stubbornly trying to assassinate the Rain Emperor?” one Immortal Lord from the Immortal Alliance said with a sighing tone.

“The Shadow Sword Alliance has always been mysterious, and their movements are difficult to track. Ever since this cycle of reincarnation began, there has never again been any news of them,” Immortal Venerable Yuquan said with a sigh. “It will be very hard to get in touch with them again.”

“As things stand, it seems we can only wait for them to come knocking on our door of their own accord. Sigh!” Immortal Venerable Yuquan said.

Hearing this, another Immortal Lord from the Immortal Alliance suddenly said, “Why go to so much trouble? Isn’t there a ready-made lead right here?”

“You mean…” Immortal Venerable Yuquan said aloud. Then he turned, fixing his gaze on Song Jifei in the Thousand-Li Mirror as he stepped down from the arena.

…

On the Stargazing Platform

In the first match of the finals, Lin Yuchu against Song Jifei, the battle ended with Song Jifei’s defeat. Lin Yuchu successfully advanced into the final decisive battle.

The second match was Gu Chun against Su Ming.

Song Jifei stepped down from the arena. The emotions on his face were calm and composed, without any obvious rise or fall because of his defeat.

Just as he came down from the arena and walked forward, the Su family’s little young master, Su Ming, came toward him. Dressed in pale yellow clothes that made him look especially childish and tender, delicate and full of spiritual charm, he raised his chin proudly at Song Jifei as he passed by. A confident, dazzling expression appeared on his snow-white, jade-like, exquisite face as he said, “Don’t lose heart. Just wait for me to avenge you. Watch me slaughter everyone in all directions and chop off that Great Demon King Lin Yuchu’s dog head!”

“…”

Song Jifei looked up and gave the strange little young master before him an odd look. Inwardly, he thought, Who are you? Do I know you?

But out of courtesy, Song Jifei still did not say those words aloud. He merely said politely and without losing decorum, “Then I’ll have to trouble you.”

Su Ming, who had unilaterally dragged Song Jifei into the Kill That Lin Yuchu United Front Alliance, was greatly satisfied by Song Jifei’s tact and cooperation. Once pleased, he gave Song Jifei an appreciative look and said, “Don’t worry. You don’t need to be concerned about me. The one who should be worried is Lin Yuchu. Just wait here quietly for my triumphant return!”

“…Mm.”

The corner of Song Jifei’s mouth twitched as he said it. As long as you’re happy.

Inwardly, he was speechless. Where did this dumb little fawn come from?

So foolish.

Gu Chun, who had heard the conversation between the two of them—or more accurately, Su Ming’s one-sided bragging—popped out from behind them. He looked at the two of them, the corner of his mouth twitching as he said, “Can you not say ‘Lin Yuchu’ with every breath and open your mouth only to say you’ll kill that Lin Yuchu?”

“Your opponent is me!”

Gu Chun reminded Su Ming.

I know Lin Yuchu draws a lot of hatred, but for you to ignore me like this, aren’t you looking down on me, Gu Chun, a little too much?

After listening to him, Su Ming let out a cold, arrogant snort through his nose. He cast Gu Chun a sidelong glance and said in a contemptuous, disdainful tone, “You’re merely you, that’s all. Once I get rid of you, I’ll go chop off that Lin Yuchu’s head!”

“…”

Gu Chun.

All right, case solved.

It was not that this dumb little fawn had failed to put him in his eyes. It was that aside from himself, his eyes probably couldn’t see anyone at all!

Written across his front was “above heaven and under heaven,” and across his back was “I alone am supreme.”

This familiar flavor. It was the same recipe!

Three years ago, Gu Chun had also looked exactly like this, cringey to the point of death.

This was a dumb little fawn who was right in the middle of his edgelord phase and had yet to graduate!

For a late-stage edgelord youth like this, there was no need for further nonsense. Just hit him directly. Once he got beaten up, he would wake up.

So Gu Chun no longer wasted words with him.

The two of them stood directly on the arena and began fighting for real, with real weapons and actual combat.

…

Gu Chun drew the ragged, battered greatsword from his back. The moment the sword left its sheath, sunlight reflected off the heavy blade, and the body of the sword blurred, impossible to see clearly.

Su Ming, standing before him, saw him draw his sword. His gaze fell upon that thick, heavy greatsword, and his eyes instantly focused. His expression became solemn and grave.

“So this is what the Taichu Sword looked like in the beginning?”

Inside the Immortal Alliance.

The Immortal Lords stared at the battered, thick greatsword held in Gu Chun’s hand within the Thousand-Li Mirror, yet their faces were solemn and dignified.

The Immortal Lords, who knew what the true body of this greatsword was, naturally would not underestimate it because of its appearance.

This was the sword of Taichu, born together with heaven and earth, traceable back to the origin.

Gu Chun had obtained the Taichu Sword very early on, and he had never concealed it. He had always carried the Taichu Sword on his back as he walked through the cultivation world, roaming everywhere. Yet not a single person had ever discovered that the sword in his hand was the Taichu Sword among the Four Innate Origin Swords.

The reason was precisely that, at first, this Taichu Sword had been in a half-destroyed state. Even its power had fallen to less than one-tenth of its original level.

It was practically a useless sword.

Of course, since it was one of the Four Innate Origin Swords, it naturally would not be destroyed so easily. Even if it was broken into scrap copper and rotten iron, it was still one of the Four Innate Origin Swords!

As long as it was fed enough heavenly materials and earthly treasures to make up for its losses, the Taichu Sword would still be that Innate Origin Sword that made you kneel and call it Daddy.

“It really is very broken.”

An Immortal Lord from the Immortal Alliance sighed ruefully. “It must have been hard on the Taichu Sword Master to have such good eyesight. Truly Void-Piercing Eyes, to be able to glimpse its extraordinary nature from beneath that scrap-metal exterior.”

“…”

Gu Chun.

Actually, that wasn’t it.

These Immortal Lords with opened heavenly eyes were truly overestimating Gu Chun. He was not like them, after all, who had restarted with cheats.

How could he possibly have Void-Piercing Eyes sharp enough to discover at a glance what was extraordinary about that broken copper-and-iron sword? Everything was only because, at the very beginning, he had been too poor and could not afford a sword.

So he had casually dug out a sword from a garbage heap. He picked it up and found that it could be used, so he made do with it. After using it, he discovered it was actually quite handy, so he kept using it.

Once he got used to it, he no longer wanted to change swords.

After some repairs here and there, it also looked passable, as if it were a good sword.

And just like that, he kept using it.

Sword cultivators were roughly divided into two types. One type loved and valued swords to an extreme degree, pursuing divine weapons and sharp blades, taking the sword as primary.

The other type believed that, compared with the sword, power originated from oneself.

The sword was merely the vessel and incarnation of power. The pinnacle of the Sword Path was for the sword to transform into all things, and for all things to be swords.

Gu Chun was the latter.

Of course, in the end, everyone discovered that he was actually the former. [Manual goodbye wave.]

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