Borrowed Sword

Chapter 99: Daoist Nun Shen Man

This black robe was a mid-grade Spiritual Artifact.

At the cuffs and collar, golden threads were embroidered into patterns as embellishments.

No one knew what material had been used to refine this black robe, but its texture looked extremely fine, with a faint satin sheen.

Presumably, it would look even better under the light.

Although it was only a mid-grade Spiritual Artifact, it was enough for him to use for a long time.

Before reaching the Third Level, he would be unable to bring out the full might of this artifact.

Chu Huaixu liked it very much, because it looked quite nice.

For attire-type magical treasures, the greatest fear was ugly style.

Sometimes practicality was important, but a man still needed dignity.

Clearly, Nangong Yue’s sense of aesthetics was very reliable.

“This is the Black-Gold Robe, a mid-grade Spiritual Artifact, a defensive-type magical treasure.” Chu Yinyin explained.

“See those golden patterns on it? They also serve an auxiliary effect for movement techniques, giving your speed a slight boost,” she said.

“Of course, attire-type magical treasures usually come with a Filth-Repelling Array, and the Black-Gold Robe is no exception.”

“As long as you activate the array, it will stay clean, saving you the trouble of washing clothes.”

“As for staying warm in winter and cool in summer, that basic function is also built-in. You can completely wear it as everyday clothing.” Chu Yinyin continued.

She glanced at the handsome Chu Huaixu with some curiosity, preparing to have him change into it on the spot.

“Come on, put it on and let me see.” The little loli said.

Chu Huaixu nodded without feeling embarrassed, took off his outer robe, and changed into the Black-Gold Robe.

Indeed, the fabric was extremely comfortable.

Once worn, it automatically adjusted to a perfect fit.

“Not bad, not bad.” Chu Yinyin looked at him, her face full of satisfaction.

The robe was not exactly luxurious, but it added a certain noble air to his bearing.

Chu Huaixu was also very pleased: it was like having a new skin.

The Dao Gate’s Tenth Elder looked at him with a smile and said: “Put the technique away.”

Seeing him store the jade slip into his Storage Token, Chu Yinyin suddenly remembered something else.

She took out a small jug of Spiritual Wine, and at once, Chu Huaixu caught a strong, intoxicating aroma.

What was ridiculous was that just by smelling it, he already felt a hint of drunkenness and directly slipped into a hazy state!

“Li Chunsong relied on you last time at Hidden Spirit Mountain to win a bet. This is the Spiritual Wine he won that day. Tonight, I’ve brought it out for everyone to drink.”

“You may sip a small amount. Its effect is no worse than a Spiritual Pill and will aid your cultivation.”

“But do not overdrink. Otherwise, your body may not withstand it and could burst.”

She poured one-third of a small jade cup and handed it to Chu Huaixu.

“Here! This should be about your limit.” Chu Yinyin estimated.

Chu Huaixu looked at her and asked: “Drink it now?”

“What else?”

“Alright.”

He took the cup and first sipped lightly.

The taste was not particularly strong, and once swallowed, it did not burn his throat.

Instead, it transformed into a warm current, flowing into his limbs and bones before surging toward the Spirit Embryo Secret Store.

However, since he followed the path of Body Training, his flesh absorbed part of the Spiritual Wine’s power along the way.

Very soon, Chu Huaixu began to feel hot!

His body heated up, growing hotter by the moment.

Chu Yinyin had come here half-drunk herself, her small face flushed, her gaze slightly hazy with intoxication.

At this moment, Chu Huaixu was much the same, his cheeks red and eyes unfocused.

For him, the wine was overly nourishing, and so…

With a man and a woman in this state, the scene looked rather strange, as if they were drinking something far more ambiguous than wine.

But soon, a pleasant system chime sounded in Chu Huaixu’s ear.

“【Ding! You have gained 9712 Experience Points.】”

As always, precise to the last digit.

If the system prompt appeared, how could he let it go?

Chu Huaixu tilted his head back and downed the cup in one gulp.

The small cup of Spiritual Wine entered his stomach, earning him over thirty thousand Experience Points.

“Do you feel bloated inside?” Chu Yinyin floated up to eye level with him, curiously peering close.

Fortunately, Chu Huaixu was no lolicon. Although he knew she was a legal loli, his heart remained calm.

He only felt that her scent, mixed with the fragrance of wine, along with those blinking big eyes, was particularly lively and cute.

“Not really… Just hot, not bloated.” He replied, adding, “I mean inside my body.”

Hearing this, Chu Yinyin became excited.

“As expected of my chosen disciple, with alcohol tolerance as good as mine!” She waved her small hand and poured a little more.

“You are trained both inside and out. Your physique is far stronger than a typical First Level cultivator. Seems you can drink a bit more. Here, it’s nourishing!” The old young lady handed him the cup again.

This time she poured even less, only testing his absorption limit.

After he drank it all, he truly felt bloated.

The energy inside his body surged as if about to burst out.

Chu Yinyin noticed this, quickly putting away the jug: “No more! Go back and meditate at once.”

“Yes.” Chu Huaixu said, “Disciple… Disciple takes his leave.”

His drunken eyes were unfocused, his steps wobbly. He nearly stumbled on the stairs.

The Spiritual Wine was simply too domineering.

Yet he was secretly thrilled.

Because he had gained over fifty thousand Experience Points in one go!

Adding to what he already had, it was close to ninety thousand!

He staggered all the way back to his quarters, feeling dizzy, even seeing double.

“I wonder what this Spiritual Wine is made of… It doesn’t seem to count toward the Experience Point quota of Spiritual Pills. So it’s not medicinal wine?”

Previously, Chu Huaixu gained Experience Points by consuming pills. Each realm had a quota, and his First Level limit was nearly exhausted.

He sat cross-legged and began circulating Spiritual Energy.

Outside, Chu Yinyin scanned him with her Divine Sense, ensuring he was fine before flying off toward the Purple Bamboo Forest.

She had to deliver wine to Shen Man.

Besides, she was brimming with pride and eager to boast.

“So that Shen Man knows I secured benefits for our shared disciple! Hmph!” She smugly thought.

Singing a little tune, she sped through the night sky.

Darkness fell, stars scattered above.

A slender Daoist nun in black Daoist robes still sat high upon a boulder.

She seemed as if she had grown into the rock itself.

Chu Yinyin said nothing, tossing the jug over.

The Daoist nun raised her hand, caught it, and set it between her crossed legs, not in a hurry to drink.

“Shen Man, listen! Today I was glorious!” Chu Yinyin paced through the bamboo, vividly recounting the scene.

Finally, she even reenacted the grand hall moment, thrusting out her small hand, her voice stern: “Hand it over!”

The slender Daoist nun, back facing her, revealed a faint smile.

But soon, she stumbled slightly in her words, her voice especially melodious:

“Origin… Spirit Realm?”

Chu Yinyin gasped: “You guessed it? Xiang Yan and the others do have high hopes for him, wanting him to become the First Level champion of the Eastern and Western Continents’ Grand Competition.”

“Then he will enter the First Layer of the Origin Spirit Realm.”

“How did you guess?” The old young lady was puzzled.

The Dao Gate’s Seventh Elder sitting on the rock only smiled silently.

Chu Yinyin was used to this, and tonight she had no intention of lingering in the Purple Bamboo Forest.

“Well then, the wine’s yours. I’m going back to sleep off this buzz.”

The Dao Gate’s Tenth Elder had been stuck at the peak of the Sixth Level for many years. She deliberately avoided breaking through, so she did not cultivate at night.

The slender Daoist nun nodded slightly, her jade-like finger tracing the rim of the jug.

After Chu Yinyin left, Shen Man, her hair tied in a Daoist bun, lifted her gaze toward the bright moon.

She murmured: “Origin… Spirit Realm…”

She had sat in the Purple Bamboo Forest for a full year, comprehending Dao for the sake of the Fourth Layer of the Origin Spirit Realm, three years hence.

She had little intention of taking disciples.

But since everyone said Chu Huaixu could only be taught by her, she was willing.

She had not expected, however, that this future disciple of hers would bear such a heavy responsibility.

The slender Daoist nun pondered briefly, then raised her right hand.

Her hand was beautiful, pale and slender, even her nails refined.

She placed it before her chest, forming a sword seal.

The wooden hairpin in her bun gleamed in the moonlight.

Inside the bamboo house, Chu Huaixu finished digesting the discomfort of the Spiritual Wine and collapsed into deep sleep.

The drunkenness lingered stubbornly.

And since the wine was truly nourishing, at his youthful, vigorous age, it was likely to trigger strange dreams.

Sure enough, in his half-conscious state, he dreamt of a woman.

Yet he could not see her clearly.

She was shrouded in layers of mist, only her tall outline visible.

He could not tell her face, only faintly that she was a woman, tall and slender.

“Am I really going to have an indescribable dream?” Chu Huaixu wondered.

But the next moment, the mist-shrouded woman suddenly held a sword.

Before he could react, the sword thrust at him!

Chu Huaixu was instantly engulfed by sword light, his body turned to ash!

The sensation of death was terrifyingly real—his soul itself seemed suffocated!

This dream was too real!

Yet a few breaths later, he stood again at the same place.

Before him was still the mist-covered woman.

Given Chu Huaixu’s temperament, what would he do?

“Damn it, this is my dream! You think I’ll let you bully me?”

He grew furious and decided to take matters into his own hands.