This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

It stopped.

Under the outburst from Xue Zhuyong, Mo Yan’s falling body was suspended in midair and he began to climb upward with difficulty.

"Keep it up!" Watching this scene unfold, Zang Xiaojian’s heart clenched tight, her fists balled up inside as she silently cheered for Xue Zhuyong.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

A fierce wind noise came.

Just at this moment, the Jiaolong Demon King, who was rapidly falling into the Spiritual Abyss, looked at Xue Zhuyong and Mo Yan stiff in midair, a cold glint streaked through his eyes, and suddenly he lashed his tail fiercely, striking both Xue Zhuyong and Mo Yan.

This strike was not very powerful, but for Xue Zhuyong, who was already struggling to contend with the power of the Spiritual Abyss, it was like the last straw that broke the camel’s back.

Xue Zhuyong’s whole body shuddered with Spiritual Light, the breath he had been holding gave way suddenly, and then he lost the strength to struggle.

At that moment, Xue Zhuyong tightly grasped his son Mo Yan’s hand, and together with the Jiaolong Demon King and Jiao Yan, the father-son duo of Jiao beasts, they all fell towards the depths of the Spiritual Abyss.

However, there was no look of sorrow on Xue Zhuyong’s face, he merely glanced silently at Lu Qingshan and Zang Xiaojian.

"Take good care of Zhizhi; this sword is left to you," Xue Zhuyong’s Spiritual Power infused his voice, transmitting his last words.

Whoosh!

A shadow burst out from the edge of the Spiritual Abyss.

The Heaven Rank Sword Artifact, Three-feet Edge, personally forged by Xue Zhuyong.

Xue Zhuyong had not specified who should receive the Three-feet Edge.

Famous swords possess spirit, and who should be the Sword Master of Three-feet Edge could only be decided by Three-feet Edge itself.

Three-feet Edge hovered in midair, paused slightly, as if choosing the Sword Master it preferred.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, Three-feet Edge emitted a light and clear sound of a sword’s chime, and like a beam of Radiance, it flew incredibly fast towards Lu Qingshan.

Lu Qingshan was still immersed in the great upheaval of the brief moments that had just passed and did not notice that, the moment Three-feet Edge flew towards him, Qin Yitian, standing behind him, narrowed his eyes at the Three-feet Edge, transformed into Radiance flying towards him, and emitted a barely audible light snort.

The next moment, the body of Three-feet Edge trembled sharply. During Qin Yitian’s light snort, it still flew towards Lu Qingshan, but the angle had been slightly adjusted. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Finally, Three-feet Edge flew straight to Zang Xiaojian, stopping obediently in front of her, buzzing vibrantly.

Zang Xiaojian was stunned and incredulously pointed at her own nose, asking, "Me?"

The Three-feet Edge, having swept to in front of Zang Xiaojian, trembled slightly, as if nodding.

The young girl’s face unconsciously displayed a hint of joy, then remembering something, she cautiously turned her head to glance at Lu Qingshan.

Lu Qingshan, somewhat helplessly, said with a smile, "Since Three-feet Edge has chosen you as its Sword Master, just take it; why look at me?"

The Life-bound Sword that had been so desperately sought after had chosen Zang Xiaojian in the end.

But in his heart, Lu Qingshan truly had no regrets.

The connection between Sword Cultivators and their Life-bound Swords is completely different from the connection other Cultivators have with their Magic Artifacts.

To a Sword Cultivator, a sword is not merely a weapon, but a comrade-in-arms in life and death.

Since it’s a comrade, it naturally involves mutual affection. If Three-feet Edge prefers Zang Xiaojian, what point is there in him wishing otherwise?

Moreover, with Lu Qingshan’s pride, he believed that he would definitely find a Life-bound Sword more suited to himself.