Let's go.
The white-robed cultivator had already turned around, his tone full of impatience:
"Consider the tolling of the bell on the Path of Heart-Tempering Road as an explanation for your years of hard work. The Heart Sword Pavilion does not accept useless people. I don't want to say another word. You'd better take care of yourself."
Chu Qi stood there, his lips trembling, his fingers white as he gripped the long sword in his hand.
He wanted to say that he was not a useless person, that he had gone from Mortal Spirit to the Chaos Realm without ever relying on anyone, but in the other party's eyes, these words were probably not even a joke.
The journey from Mortal Spirit to the Chaos Realm was arduous, a journey known only to him.
He thought that passing the Heart-Tempering Road would prove him, but the look in the eyes of this "big shot" told him that temperament was worthless in the face of an absolute difference in aptitude.
He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but his throat felt like it was blocked by something.
Even without being deliberately released, the oppressive aura emanating from the Eternal True God made his legs weak and his breathing difficult.
At this moment, the white-robed cultivator's patience had run out.
He raised his hand, a wisp of Sword Intent condensing at his fingertips. Though it didn't actually fall, it made Chu Qi feel as if the blood in his body had frozen.
The gap between the Chaos Realm and the Eternal True God is deeper than the Heavenly Abyss.
The opponent didn't even need to lift a finger; the mere pressure of a wisp of Sword Intent was enough to kill him on the spot.
Chu Qi gritted her teeth and did not back down.
Even if it's a dead end, he'll die standing.
Just as that Sword Intent was about to touch Chu Qi's brow, a gentle yet irresistible force descended from the void.
The power was extremely light and faint, like a gentle breeze brushing across the water, but the white-robed cultivator's Sword Intent melted away like spring snow the moment it touched that power, disappearing without a trace.
The white-robed cultivator's expression changed drastically. He suddenly looked up at the mountain path ahead and was about to ask a question when he heard a calm and unhurried voice coming from the mountainside.
Just then, a clear voice came from mid-air.
"Wait a minute."
The white-robed cultivator paused, then looked up.
His pupils contracted sharply, and his previously condescending attitude vanished instantly. He bowed deeply, his voice filled with undisguised respect and fear.
" Sword Venerable Wuxin! This disciple was unaware of your arrival, please forgive me."
His gaze swept past the Sword Venerable Wuxin's side and landed on the young man in blue robes who had spoken earlier, causing his heart to skip a beat.
There are very few young people in the entire Eternal Sword Pavilion who can be personally accompanied by the Sword Venerable Wuxin.
Upon closer inspection of that face, the white-robed cultivator was deeply shaken.
Although all cultivators are good-looking—the men are handsome and the women are beautiful—compared to the person before them, they all seem like ordinary people in terms of both demeanor and appearance; they can be described as perfect.
In the world of cultivation, although they do not pursue physical appearance, they pursue the Great Dao and the pursuit of perfection. Generally speaking, the more beautiful and elegant a person is, the more talented or powerful they are.
Without even thinking, you can tell that the other person is no ordinary individual.
Wasn't his disdainful attitude towards Chu Qi just now seen by these two?
At this moment, Han Xuanji descended from mid-air, his gaze passing over the white-robed cultivator and landing on Chu Qi.
Chu Qi also raised her head and met those eyes, which were as calm as a deep pool.
He had never met Han Xuanji before, but he felt that there was an aura about this young man that he couldn't quite put his finger on.
The aura wasn't sharp, but it felt like an entire sky looming over him, making him feel incredibly small, yet also giving him a sense of security.
"May I have your name?"
Han Xuanji spoke.
Chu Qi subconsciously straightened her back, her voice hoarse but clear:
" Chu Qi is the seventh child in his family, hence the name Chu Qi."
Han Xuanji nodded slightly, glanced at the Sword Venerable Wuxin, and said casually:
"Senior, let him come with me."
Upon hearing this, the Sword Venerable Wuxin confirmed it again and again, and could see that Chu Qi's Root Bone was mediocre and his cultivation level was low.
"Since you've asked, Xuanji, then of course you can."
The Sword Venerable Wuxin smiled and nodded, then glanced at the white-robed cultivator:
"Did you hear that? From today onwards, Chu Qi will be by Young Venerable Han's side. Go and get him a Heart Sword Pavilion travel pass, and don't neglect him."
The white-robed monk quickly agreed, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.
Young Venerable Han?
He had just been inwardly mocking Chu Qi for overestimating himself, never expecting that the other party would rise to prominence so quickly and gain the appreciation of this person.
After the battle at the Dragon Terrace Sacred Banquet, who in the world does not know you?
The number one genius of our time, his attendant probably holds a higher position than the inner disciple of the Heart Sword Pavilion.
The white-robed cultivator was shocked and quickly bowed and retreated.
Chu Qi stood there, completely stunned.
Given his status and position, he didn't even know about the Dragon Terrace Sacred Banquet, let alone anything else. He only knew that even the most important figures in his eyes, who were unapproachable, had to address the other party as Young Venerable, which shows how high his status was.
And he also knew that it was the person in front of him who had pulled him out of the abyss.
He looked up at Han Xuanji, his lips moved, and after a long while, he managed to squeeze out a sentence:
"My lord, why are you...?"
He wanted to ask, "Why did you choose me?" but the words stuck in his throat.
He was afraid that if he asked, the other party would change their mind.
Han Xuanji glanced at him, seemingly seeing through his thoughts, and said calmly:
"You've completed the Heart-Tempering Road; that's your own ability. You have a good character. From now on, stay by my side and learn as much as you can."
Chu Qi's eyes reddened, and he nodded forcefully, his voice trembling with suppressed emotion:
"Thank you so much Young Venerable Han! I will definitely work hard and never let you down!"
Han Xuanji nodded slightly, patted the other person on the shoulder, and said nothing more.
He turned and walked towards the Sword Venerable Wuxin with unhurried steps, as if he had just done something insignificant.
Chu Qi immediately felt a warm current flowing from his shoulder throughout his body, instantly restoring him to peak physical and mental strength.
He gripped his longsword tightly and quickly followed Han Xuanji's footsteps.
From this day forward, he belongs to the other party.
He didn't know how far he would go in the future, but he knew that the person in front of him had given him an opportunity.
Han Xuanji walked ahead, his mind also on Chu Qi's matter.
The reincarnation of the Undying Saint King.
If this news gets out, the entire Eternal Continent will be shaken.
The Undying Saint King, one of the three supreme body-refining lineages, actually appeared before him in this way.
Moreover, judging from Chu Qi's appearance, the other party has not regained his memories of his past life, and it seems that he has not completely gotten rid of the Curse.
Han Xuanji did not intend to tell him for the time being.
Sometimes, saying something before the time is right can do more harm than good.
He only needs to keep this person by his side, observe him slowly, and make a plan when the time is right.
As for whether Chu Qi can return to the path of the Undying Saint King, that depends on his own destiny.
"Oh, right, the simulation function."
Han Xuanji's heart stirred:
"System, how many points are needed to simulate Chu Qi?"