Borrowed Sword

Chapter 39: Heart‑Sword

They often said: people have three urgencies.

But what exactly are those three urgencies?

Actually, they are defecation, urination, and flatulence.

As mentioned earlier, the Xuanhuang Realm was about cultivation, not immortal cultivation, so there was no fasting stage.

This meant that the little immortal girls in the Xuanhuang Realm also had to...

Chu Huaixu had excellent physiological knowledge, and he knew that an adult male’s bladder capacity exceeded that of a female by about 100 mL.

This meant men were less likely to feel the urge to urinate and could hold it longer than women.

Furthermore, men’s urethras were slender and curved, which helped control the timing of urination.

Conversely, women’s urethras were short and straight, making them more susceptible to external stimuli, which triggered the urination reflex more easily.

Thus, in some special situations, they would cry out: “I need to pee, I need to pee.”

If there were issues with the pelvic floor muscles, it would be even worse.

Chu Huaixu knew very well that at such times, joking around was inappropriate.

After all, these were girls from the Xuanhuang Realm, not some older geishas on Earth.

Although Sister Han was born in a brothel and affiliated with the Joyous Sect, she was rich in theoretical knowledge and worldly experience.

But she strongly rejected her past, and some jokes she would absolutely refuse.

As a “half‑colleague,” Chu Huaixu was willing to give her “professional respect.”

He simply cast a glance at the shame‑stricken Han Shuangjiang, didn’t say a word, and strode quickly forward.

From behind, he deliberately stepped harder and harder, as if stomping, so she could hear his continuous footsteps and feel reassured.

Watching his figure disappear, she immediately moved forward to the innermost corner, then removed her robe and undergarment.

However, the secret realm was far too quiet.

Therefore, she could clearly hear the sound of running water.

As expected, Chu Huaixu must have walked far ahead; even though her senses were heightened from breaking her qi‑opening, she probably couldn’t hear him anymore.

But listening to the water, she nonetheless pressed her lips tightly together, clutching her robe; her delicate face blushed as if it would bleed.

She finished quickly, slipped her undergarment back on, concealing her full, snow‑smooth buttocks.

She pulled so hard that the undergarment clung tightly, revealing that she was actually from a wealthy family.

Han Shuangjiang looked ahead, still hearing faint footsteps from within.

“How hard is he stomping?” the cold‑faced girl wondered, bowing her head slightly, unable to resist a faint smile, as if all the ice and snow had melted.

After tidying her outer robe, she began to walk inward; initially her pace was quick, but it gradually slowed.

Especially when she saw Chu Huaixu’s silhouette ahead.

No choice—it was still a bit awkward.

Unexpectedly, the man said gruffly, “Why are you walking so slowly? Hurry up. I’m also a bit desperate. At the next fork, you go ahead; no peeking, got it? I warn you.”

“Who cares about looking at you.” Han Shuangjiang immediately stiffened her expression again, her tone returning to icy, as if utterly speechless with him.

But all the awkwardness vanished in an instant.

The path was quite long, and she noticed Chu Huaixu hadn’t quickened his pace—he was walking at a steady, unhurried speed.

That made her realize that he probably wasn’t really desperate; perhaps he was intentionally easing the awkwardness.

At that thought, Han Shuangjiang couldn’t help but glance deeply at his retreating figure.

“He’s putting pressure on me, but this fox still has some conscience,” she thought to herself.

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Arriving at the new fork in the road, Chu Huaixu really didn’t go relieve himself; it was as if he had forgotten about it.

Han Shuangjiang had already developed a conditioned reflex, casually glancing at the divergent paths ahead, she said, “Let’s take the left.”

She was about to step forward when Chu Huaixu suddenly grabbed her arm.

“Don’t move yet,” he frowned.

“What’s wrong?” Han Shuangjiang also tensed.

“I always feel like something’s off.” He looked ahead.

“In what way?” Han Shuangjiang asked aloud.

The furrow on Chu Huaixu’s face gradually smoothed out, then a smile appeared.

“Interesting.”

“I know what’s going on now!”

He declared in a loud voice, “This isn’t a maze at all. It’s nothing but an illusion!”

As soon as he finished speaking, it was as if the entire world began to collapse.

Everything around them started to shatter, just like a mirror cracking, producing one irregular fracture after another.

Intense light poured through the gaps in those cracks, making it impossible to keep one’s eyes open.

Until all those fragments turned into dust, the blinding light robbed them of their vision.

When their sight slowly returned, the two of them were standing on a large open ground, paved with blue stone slabs.

“This is... the eleventh fork?” Han Shuangjiang was surprised.

“Yes.” Chu Huaixu smiled knowingly.

He had found it odd before—why, after arriving at this clearing and picking one of six paths, the 【Map】 hadn’t continued expanding, as if it had crashed.

So it wasn’t that my level was too low and access was restricted.

Turns out, we were just circling around and around in this open area, never having left it in the first place.

Chu Huaixu looked behind him—there were ten paths leading to this place.

“So no matter which path we choose at the secret realm’s entrance, we all end up here in the end?” he voiced his guess.

After speaking, he turned to Han Shuangjiang beside him and teased with a smile, “Big Ice Block, didn’t I say? You’re my lucky star.”

“Hm?” Han Shuangjiang met his burning gaze, her eyes shifting slightly with some confusion.

Chu Huaixu explained, “Didn’t we run into ten forked paths earlier?”

“Did you mark your choice every time?”

“We never got lost.”

“If my line of thinking is correct, and all ten entrances to the secret realm eventually lead here, then the others are probably still stuck in the maze ahead.”

“Some forks were one out of two, others one out of three, or even one out of four.”

“That shows how complicated it is inside.”

“Ten full decisions—and you got every one of them right.”

Han Shuangjiang was startled by her own actions. “Is that really true?”

Chu Huaixu trusted her more than she trusted herself.

“And maybe the earlier part was also an illusion?” She still wasn’t convinced.

Of course, Chu Huaixu wouldn’t tell her that earlier his 【Map】 was still recording and saving data.

He merely shook his head and said no more.

He was shocked himself.

“Ten correct choices in a row—is this the terror of someone blessed by great fortune?” Chu Huaixu felt a chill on his scalp.

At that moment, he looked around and noticed a puddle on the blue stone slab not far to the left.

Since the rest of the area was dry, it stood out clearly.

Han Shuangjiang followed his gaze and instantly fell into a socially-dead state, eyes flustered, cheeks burning.

Fortunately, Chu Huaixu quickly looked away—what’s there to see in that anyway?

What he cared more about now was something else entirely.

Just as he had uttered the words “illusion,” a change occurred within his body.

His Spirit Embryo was the 【Heart Sword】.

Within his sea of consciousness floated a pitch-black sword.

Chu Huaixu had always felt it resonated with him and possessed spiritual nature.

Yet, it always appeared deathly still, like a half-dead slacker.

Up till now, he had no idea what it was good for.

But when he firmly said the word “illusion,” that tiny pitch-black sword in his consciousness quivered ever so slightly.

Just once, and only once.

Right after that, the entire illusion shattered like it had been waiting for that moment.

—As if it had cleaved through all falsehood.

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