This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

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Seeing Lu Qingshan speak so, Zang Xiaojian stopped hesitating, extended her finger, and lightly touched the tip of Three-feet Edge.

A point of Spiritual Light suddenly flickered.

Whoosh!

Like water returning to the sea, Three-feet Edge instantly burrowed into Zang Xiaojian’s body.

The moment Three-feet Edge entered her body, a divine light flashed through Zang Xiaojian’s eyes, sharp and piercing.

Sword Cultivators and their Life-bound Swords have always complemented each other; Sword Cultivators nurture their Life-bound Swords, thereby continuously improving the quality of the swords. Naturally, the Life-bound Swords also reward and enhance the Sword Cultivators in return.

A Sword Artifact can also nurture a person!

Therefore, the instant Zang Xiaojian assimilated Three-feet Edge as her Life-bound Sword, she gained a bit of Three-feet Edge’s sharpness out of thin air.

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The little girl’s speed of assimilating her Life-bound Sword is quite fast.

Lu Qingshan muttered to himself, then withdrew his gaze from Zang Xiaojian and scanned the surroundings.

From the Jiaolong Demon King’s rescue of Jiao Yan to his being struck into the Spiritual Abyss, it was but a brief moment in time, and a large part of the Jiao Beasts brought by the Jiaolong Demon King had already broken free from the restraint of the Great Formation.

"The Jiao King is dead!" Shouting out loud while still severely injured from an all-out effort, the Sword Master actually stood up once again and sent his Nascent Soul Cultivator aura rolling towards the center of the battlefield.

The next moment, the Jiao Beasts in the battlefield started to scatter like birds and beasts, fleeing in all directions, seeking to escape back to the sea.

Given the current situation, it was clear that the Jiao Beasts had the upper hand. Even with the Sword Master, a Nascent Soul combat power, his severe injuries and worrisome state left room for the Jiao Beasts to fight back fiercely, possibly even to win.

But such is the inferior nature of Demon Beasts. With the death of the Jiao King, and the Jiao King’s only Bloodline, Jiao Yan, also falling into the Spiritual Abyss alongside the Jiao King, with no leader to guide them, these Jiao Beasts stood no chance of fighting a desperate battle against the Human Cultivators.

Wild beasts are all self-interested.

Zang Xiaojian watched the many Jiao Beasts flee on their own and, itching to go after them, asked Lu Qingshan, "Should we pursue and kill them?"

Lu Qingshan glanced at the Sword Master and, seeing that after exerting his presence, he made no move to chase the Jiao Beasts, understood that the Sword Master was at the end of his strength, merely posturing to scare off these Jiao Beasts.

"Do not chase after a defeated foe, let these Jiao Beasts go for now," Lu Qingshan said coldly.

The Saber Cultivators of the Dragon Slaying Saber seemed to have received a similar order, also unintentionally allowing the Jiao Beasts to flee.

Under the leadership of the Jiaolong Demon King, these Jiao Beasts had arrived on the island in a mighty and unstoppable tide. Yet, in the blink of an eye, they were in complete disarray, fleeing in embarrassment.

The blood-soaked Saber Cultivators of the Dragon Slaying Saber, witnessing this turn of events, were at a loss for words.

All they knew was that the dense gloom that had enshrouded the island for over two hundred years finally dispersed today, and the Human Race on the island saw the light of day once again.

As the last Jiao Beast also vanished from their field of vision, the Sword Master’s figure suddenly slumped, toppling straight down.

"Sword Master!"

A Golden Core Cultivator of the Dragon Slaying Saber cried out in alarm, moved frantically towards him to check his condition, only relaxing after confirming that the Sword Master had merely fainted from injury and exhaustion.

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"Thank you all for lending a hand," Lian State walked over, very courteously clasping his hands in gratitude toward Lu Qingshan.

With the Sword Master unconscious and Priest Tongzheng also severely injured, the Three Heroes of Lian Cloud temporarily took command of the Dragon Slaying Saber Cultivators to manage the situation.

"We need to hurry and treat our injured comrades," Lian State said, pointing to the Dragon Slaying Saber Cultivators who were clearing the battlefield: "In a few days, we at the Dragon Slaying Saber will personally visit to properly thank the three of you for your assistance."

Lu Qingshan waved his hand and said, "It’s nothing, you go busy yourself."

Lian State spoke no further and quickly joined the ranks of those tidying the battlefield.

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"I didn’t expect that Shopkeeper Xue would be willing to give his life for a child he had only just come to know today…" Zang Xiaojian said with a complex expression.

"It’s not surprising," Lu Qingshan replied solemnly, "The Jiao King himself was willing to risk his life near the Spiritual Abyss for his own Bloodline. Not to mention Xue Zhuyong, who was determined to avenge his wife and overthrow the Mo Family, right?"

Zang Xiaojian was left speechless, then asked again, "Shopkeeper Xue is deeply sentimental and disregarded life and death for Master Mo’s sake. But what about Master Mo then?"

"Although the Jiao Clan has been tormenting the Human Race of Jiaolong Island, if it’s been going on for so many years, why not endure it a little longer?" Zang Xiaojian lamented, murmuring, "With Master Mo’s talent, if he had been willing to devote himself to cultivation for a few hundred years, by then, even if the Jiaolong Demon King succeeded in Transforming into a Dragon, perhaps it wouldn’t mean much to him. Yet, he chose this moment to sacrifice his life in order to slay the Jiao King."

Lu Qingshan fell silent for a while, thought about it, and then explained to Zang Xiaojian, "There are two kinds of people in this world.

The first kind are rational people who will change themselves to adapt to the environment.

The other kind are the irrational ones who seek to change the environment."

"Master Mo was one of those irrational people…" Zang Xiaojian murmured.

Lu Qingshan nodded and then shook his head, "However, history is always made by the latter kind of people."

Zang Xiaojian stalled in her speech, falling into silence.

"Which kind are you then?" Qin Yitian, who was hovering beside the two, suddenly asked.

"Ah?" Lu Qingshan was taken aback.

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Qin Yitian’s eyes swirled with light as he stared at Lu Qingshan’s handsome face and asked again, "Young Master Lu, which type of person are you, the former or the latter?"

Lu Qingshan was stumped by Qin Yitian’s question.

Qin Yitian didn’t rush Lu Qingshan and kept his crystal-bright phoenix eyes fixed on him, quietly waiting for his answer.

After a long while, Lu Qingshan came back to his senses and gave Qin Yitian a bitter smile, saying helplessly, "I’m not sure myself, probably leaning more towards the former type..."

As if understanding something, Qin Yitian nodded and a shallow smile filled the corners of his mouth, "I see."

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Suddenly, a fierce howling noise erupted.

Lu Qingshan’s gaze instinctively turned towards the source of the noise.

This thunderous roar, like a prehistoric behemoth turning over, was actually coming from the Spiritual Abyss!

In an instant.

Countless white mists began to inexplicably emerge, brew, and accumulate within the dark depths of the Spiritual Abyss.

"What is this?" Zang Xiaojian’s eyes widened in surprise.

"The island residents mentioned that the Spiritual Abyss erupts intermittently, and it seems we’ve encountered it," Lu Qingshan said with some hesitation.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The howling grew louder and the white mist thickened even more.

Lu Qingshan and his two companions quickly retreated, distancing themselves from the Spiritual Abyss.

Finally.

Like a violent explosion, a massive column of water, wrapped in rolling mist, burst forth from the mouth of the Spiritual Abyss and shot straight up into the sky.

The loud rumble spread outwards in waves as the water column reached a certain height then dispersed, racing downwards and leaving millions of droplets in the azure sky.

It was as if a galaxy was cascading down from heaven.

The droplets reflected the sunlight, their sparkling and translucent brilliance intermingling with the mist, revealing layers of color; dazzling, vivid, and beautiful.

An exceptionally beautiful rainbow appeared before everyone’s eyes.

On the ground, where Dragon Slaying Saber Cultivators were gathering the fallen cultivators’ bodies and treating the injured, were also drawn by this tremendous commotion, inevitably lifting their heads to gaze at this rainbow that conveniently appeared after the battle.

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After a long time.

The disturbance from the Spiritual Abyss came to an abrupt halt, and as the myriad droplets evaporated, the rainbow disappeared as well.

The clouds dispersed and the rain cleared.

"I’m leaving," Zang Xiaojian said suddenly to Lu Qingshan with her moist, bright eyes blinking.

"So soon?" Zang Xiaojian’s readiness to leave didn’t surprise Lu Qingshan since their purpose for coming to Jiaolong Island was to seek the sword, and now that their goal was achieved, there was naturally no reason to linger.

He just didn’t expect Zang Xiaojian to be in such a hurry to leave.

Given the girl’s temperament, having taken Xue Zhuyong’s Three-feet Edge, it was unlikely she wouldn’t visit Lady Mo in Jiaolong City.

"Yes, there are some special reasons. I need to hurry back home," Zang Xiaojian pursed her lips, "I was supposed to go back with you to see Lady Mo, but it looks like I’ll have to ask you to visit her on my behalf."

"Of course, I had an agreement with Mo Yan. If something unfortunate happened to him, I would take care of Lady Mo," Lu Qingshan nodded and sighed.

Zang Xiaojian turned her head towards Qin Yitian and extended an invitation, "What about you, Sister Yitian? What are your plans next? If you don’t have a place to go, how about visiting my home?"

Qin Yitian’s eyebrows arched with a hint of light in her eyes as she looked at Lu Qingshan, silent.

"I understand," Zang Xiaojian instantly grasped the meaning in Qin Yitian’s eyes and said to Lu Qingshan, "Then, I’ll leave Sister Yitian in your care."

Lu Qingshan, however, was caught off guard, failing to understand the sudden tacit agreement between Zang Xiaojian and Qin Yitian.

"Oh, there’s also this." Zang Xiaojian clapped her hands as if remembering something and pulled out a cloth-wrapped bundle from her Storage Ring, handing it to Lu Qingshan.

The bundle was bulging, its contents a mystery.

"What is this?" Lu Qingshan asked, puzzled.

"It’s a gift for the Rat King, so it doesn’t get mad at me for leaving without saying goodbye," Zang Xiaojian explained cheerfully.

Knowing the journey was perilous and that the Rat King itself had no combat power, Lu Qingshan had decided to let the Rat King stay in Dragon City with Mo Zhizhi.

"I understand, I will deliver it to him," Lu Qingshan said, taking the bundle.

"Then," Zang Xiaojian looked at Lu Qingshan, her dark pupils shining, with a small dimple appearing on her egg-shaped face, "Qingshan remains unchanged?"

Lu Qingshan paused for a second, and after realizing what she meant, waved his hand at Zang Xiaojian and chuckled, "The green waters run long."

Zang Xiaojian rose on her sword, turning into a streak of light. Her playful laughter echoed from the sky, "Sister Yitian, see you next time."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om