Chapter 560

Chapter 560: No Such Person, Chen Changsheng Borrowing the Sword

Chen Changsheng’s voice echoed in the wilderness, but there was no response from around.

Seeing this, Chen Changsheng stood up and approached a pile of scattered rocks not far away.

There, among the rocks, lay a long sword covered in rust.

The sword had rotted severely; even its hilt had vanished, leaving only a solitary blade.

Sitting beside the old sword, Chen Changsheng spoke familiarly.

“When I forged you and gave you to Thirteen, Thirteen ignited your spirit with his own sword intent.”

“To be more precise, you are a part of Thirteen.”

“Three million yin souls were used to forge you, so you should have become a demon sword. But little Thirteen ground away your malevolence on his own.”

“Since then, you’ve followed Thirteen through countless battles, slaying countless powerful beings.”

“The bl**d of these beings accelerated your growth.”

“In the Reincarnation War, Thirteen and Meng Yu’s last remnants of true spirit fused with you, giving birth to a complete you.”

“At that time, I wanted to take you with me, but you refused.”

“After ten thousand years, I came for you again, but you still refused. Today is the third time.”

“Even if you don’t want to come with me, can’t you at least give some face? You haven’t said a word, which makes me very awkward.”

As he finished speaking, a white-robed figure appeared before Chen Changsheng.

The woman standing before him bore a striking resemblance to Meng Yu, yet her demeanor was closer to that of Chen Shisan holding a sword.

“I have nothing to say to you. Even if I appear, it will be the same.”

Looking at the sword spirit, Chen Changsheng smiled, “At least it’s better than performing a solo act.”

“We’re old acquaintances, so I won’t beat around the bush.”

“There will be a great battle outside. My enemy is very powerful, and I wish to use your blade to cut through them.”

“If I fail, the entire world will suffer.”

Listening to Chen Changsheng, the sword spirit calmly replied, “You should know me. The world’s life and d*ath mean nothing to me, nor do I care.”

“Guarding the Sword Qi Great Wall isn’t for this world, but for memories of the past.”

“You created the Sword Qi Great Wall, gathering the sword qi of all sword cultivators to create a ‘sword’ model for Thirteen.”

“In fact, I was born at that time, though it wasn’t obvious.”

“So it is,” Chen Changsheng laughed, “I didn’t realize back then. But it doesn’t matter now.”

“What matters is that I need your help now.”

“Thirteen is gone, and no one else can wield a sword like him. I need you.”

Upon hearing this, the sword spirit looked at Chen Changsheng and softly said, “I’ll help you with three strikes. After that, we’ll be done.”

“Why three strikes?”

“The first strike repays your forging grace, as I wouldn’t exist without you.”

“The second strike repays the grace of enlightening my spirit. Without your help, I might not have fully been born after the Reincarnation War.”

“The third strike is for Thirteen. I owe my existence to Chen Thirteen.”

“As you said, Thirteen is a part of me. If he were still alive, he would definitely help you.”

Facing the sword spirit, Chen Changsheng remained silent.

After a few breaths, Chen Changsheng spoke.

“I don’t need the third strike. Keep it for yourself.”

“Why?”

“I certainly need help now, but I won’t use someone’s past grace.”

“The original intention behind cultivating Thirteen was to help me accomplish certain things, but after interacting with him, I regretted it.”

“People think I pushed Thirteen forward, but in truth, Thirteen has always pushed me.”

“If possible, I’d rather spend more time challenging the Ascension Road. Losing the Reincarnation War and the Battle of Extinction wouldn’t be so terrible.”

“I have plenty of time and energy to clean up afterward, but Thirteen did these things for me.”

“I gave him his name, taught him his skills, and witnessed every step of his growth.”

“To put it sentimentally, Thirteen is my son, whom I raised myself.”

“No father wants his son to remain unsettled after d*ath, so I don’t need the third strike.”

Hearing Chen Changsheng’s words, the sword spirit transformed into a beam of light and returned to the old sword.

At that moment, the sword spirit’s voice echoed in Chen Changsheng’s ear.

“The third strike is borrowed from you; you’ll repay it later.”

Chen Changsheng laughed and picked up the old sword from the rocks.

“No problem. I, Chen Changsheng, am known for keeping my promises.”

“You are a rare divine sword. I couldn’t find a suitable scabbard and handle for you, so you’ll have to endure for now.”

He then casually cut a branch to serve as a makeshift handle and wrapped the old sword with a cloth strip.

With the long sword on his back, the coarse-clothed Chen Changsheng momentarily resembled the Chen Shisan of old.

Walking towards the Sword Qi Great Wall with the sword, Chen Changsheng resumed his familiar talk.

“That boy, Chen Xiang, is over twenty thousand years old and still hasn’t found a wife.”

“These years, my hair has almost turned white from worry, and whenever I bring it up, he just says ‘it’s fate.’”

“I really have no way to deal with him. Why doesn’t he resemble his father at all?”

“Back then, although his father seemed reserved, he captured the hearts of several beautiful women at a young age. Could it be that I taught him wrong?”

Chen Changsheng’s voice echoed in the wind, but the old sword showed no response.

…

Sword Qi Great Wall.

“Did you find anything?”

“No.”

Xu Yao and Ma Ling’er met secretly. Both their faces were grim.

Chen Changsheng borrowed three famous swords, each with an extraordinary origin.

In such a situation, Xu Yao and Ma Ling’er naturally needed to investigate Chen Changsheng’s identity thoroughly.

Moreover, Chen Changsheng mentioned that he was once a member of the Sword Qi Great Wall.

With this clue, they began to act separately.

Ma Ling’er went to investigate the archives of the Sword Qi Great Wall, while Xu Yao questioned some elders. After all, some things may not be recorded in official documents.

Oddly enough, there was no record of Chen Changsheng in any of the archives.

Similarly, Xu Yao’s inquiries yielded the same result: everyone’s answer was the same.

“I don’t know, I’ve never heard of this person.”

Seeing that they couldn’t find any information about Chen Changsheng’s past, Ma Ling’er became somewhat frustrated.

“Have you asked everyone?”

“I’ve asked everyone I could—my mother, Uncle Kong Xuan, Uncle Yang Jian, Grandpa Tian, and Grandpa Tian from the academy.”

“Even Aunt Tu and Aunt Jiang were asked, but their answer was always the same: they don’t know.”