I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 3393: 1688: Qingju Doesn't Make New Swords and the Sword Breaks, How Can Hidden Bitter Be Renewed Without Cultivation_4

Chapter 3393: Chapter 1688: Qingju Doesn’t Make New Swords and the Sword Breaks, How Can Hidden Bitter Be Renewed Without Cultivation_4

“Is this possible?”

Answering his own question, Elder Sang said, “It’s entirely possible!”

Cao Erzhu was already filled with excitement. “Is it my father and Bazhun’an uncle?”

“No.”

Oh.

“Possible it may be, but they didn’t do it.”

“Because the precedent already exists. The famed sword Ghost Hunter rose from a mere mortal sword, never undergoing further refinement but instead thriving solely through the nurturing of fame, walking the path of a famed sword.”

“The blade of Ghost Hunter has many nicks and dents, yet this has never affected its power. On the contrary, these flaws became Ghost Hunter’s trademark—unprecedented and unsurpassed!”

Ghost Hunter…

Recently, Cao Erzhu had eagerly supplemented his knowledge of the Spiritual Cultivation world, learning from Uncle The Divine.

He knew Ghost Hunter was the saber of Sword Deity Hua Changdeng.

That’s all.

“Thus, Qingju fell.” With great regret, Elder Sang shifted his tone here and continued:

“The present differs from the past. It’s not just the Way of the Sword that evolves; even the arts of swordsmithing continue to progress.”

“In this age, as soon as a tenth-grade spiritual sword steps out into the world, it’s overshadowed by supreme divine weapons, chaotic divine instruments, Great Psionic Weapons, and even famed yet dust-covered Inscription Stele Divine Instruments…”

“These entities block the sky. No matter how strong Qingju is, attempting to nurture another ‘Invincible’ will ultimately fail to achieve success in one stroke. Hard against hard, the outcome is as Bazhun’an demonstrated—being too rigid leads to breaking.”

“Thus, Qingju fell.”

Cao Erzhu nodded in agreement.

He deeply resonated with Elder Sang’s words.

Leaving the small town behind, he once thought this tenth-grade spiritual sword marked his starting point. He dreamed that one day he would ascend to the heavens, only to face the harsh reality of fierce wolves and tigers directly confronting him as soon as he left Qingyuan Mountain…

It feels somewhat like the end!

One careless misstep, and his journey would meet its end as well!

Indeed, his father hadn’t lied. The Spiritual Cultivation world was terrifying, as was the sword realm—everyone carried unbearable pressure.

“I don’t wish for Qingju’s history to repeat, but now, I already see the signs,” Elder Sang sincerely looked at Cao Erzhu.

“You…”

Cao Erzhu hesitated.

You—whose sword has been worn down?

After beating around the bush so much, I’m not that dim—I can tell you’re hoping I’ll help craft a sword.

No problem. You can say it directly.

But the issue is…

“Do you even have a sword?” Cao Erzhu hesitantly asked.

“I don’t have one myself.” Elder Sang extended his hands, his withered and charred skin evident. In the end, he couldn’t tolerate tender flesh, choosing to change his skin.

He stared at his own hands and smiled. “Or rather, my sword—you wouldn’t be able to forge it.”

“Then whose sword needs forging?”

Elder Sang lowered his hands, adjusted his straw hat, and instead said, “The first sword of a swordsmith, just like the first sword of the wielder, carries the deepest emotions at the moment of its spirit’s birth.”

Cao Erzhu felt a shock within.

Is this why Father never let me successfully forge a spiritual quality?

He refused to allow his weapon to give birth to a spirit, suppressing even the possibility of ‘spiritual quality emergence,’ all to preserve this… first time?

Then, who is this ‘first time’ reserved for?

Cao Erzhu became even more curious and asked again, “Uncle Sang, stop keeping us guessing. Who am I helping to forge this for?”

Elder Sang removed his straw hat, bent low, and said solemnly, “Erzhu, how is your relationship with Xu Xiaoshou?”

Big Brother Shou…

“If I, an old man, were to earnestly ask you—if Xu Xiaoshou needed a first sword, and you had to put all your effort into it, to the extent of sacrificing your very heart and soul… truly pouring out your heart and blood—would you… could you… do it?”

Cao Erzhu was starting to lose balance in his stance, “But Big Brother Shou already has a first sword…”

At this point, Cao Erzhu suddenly woke up.

A sword, a sword wielder, a swordsmith, the first sword—being reforged…

“Hidden Bitter?!”

Cao Erzhu exclaimed in realization—he finally understood!

Elder Sang remained silent, nodding solemnly. This was no joke; the decision would determine Xu Xiaoshou’s fate in the Path of the Ancient Swordsman.

Cao Erzhu quickly put away his Sky Shattering Hammer and stood upright, responding just as seriously:

“Uncle Sang, if it’s for Big Brother Shou, even if I lacked the strength of an Elephant Dragon, my answer would only and always be…”

He thumped his chest heavily, his eyes gleaming with resolution and without hesitation. In an impassioned voice, he declared:

“A king or general—is their fate predetermined by birth?”

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