But for Lu Qingshan, all of this had already lost its aning.
Because the storyline after "Sword Opening Heaven’s Gate" was unknown to him.
Things unknown do not really matter if they change or not.
The empty streets no longer saw any shadows of people.
The Qing King and the Xuan Venerable were too strong, the Blood Syllable Mantra too strange, so the deaths of cultivators in Chang’an City did not involve much struggle, nor was there much destruction caused by the fighting in Chang’an City.
Unlike Tai’an, East Forest, and other cities, this was the great city of the Human Race, the Imperial Capital of Great Xia, an exceedingly prosperous place.
Most importantly, it had already a history of two thousand years and was a symbol of the Human Race.
No matter the winds nor the rains, this city was never completely destroyed, and before long, Chang’an would rebuild amidst devastation and gradually return to its forr glory.
This certainly required ti and was sowhat challenging.
But the Human Race had always been a resilient race.
Lu Qingshan, his mind adrift, suddenly furrowed his brows, only to quickly relax them again.
At the end of the empty street, a man appeared.
Lu Qingshan stopped in his tracks and looked over.
Just a glance, and he knew the identity of the person opposite him.
Sect Master of the Sword Sect, Qingyun Sword Immortal.
In the guise of a middle-aged man, with black hair flowing, eyes clear, face like jade, and a majestic build, an ethereal aura lingered around him.
He stood unmoving, his gaze deep, scrutinizing Lu Qingshan.
"Daoyun’s disciple, Lu Qingshan?" the Sword Immortal spoke gently.
Lu Qingshan nodded and respectfully said, "I have seen the Sect Master."
"I originally instructed Daoyun to have you co to my Qingyun Palace after returning to Yun Pass, but unexpectedly, I t you here first," Xie Qingyun spoke softly, "Very good, although your cultivation progress is rapid, your aura is stable, clearly not rushing carelessly."
Lu Qingshan clasped his fists and earnestly said, "I understand the weight of things and won’t ignore the important for the trivial."
Xie Qingyun nodded slightly and sighed, "I’ve heard from Daoyun that you’re making quite a mark in swordsmanship, and I’d like to see it."
A greeting identical to Xia Daoyun’s, or rather, a habitual practice the old Sect Master had passed down.
This was the way of communication among Sword Cultivators; there was no need for many words, as everything was spoken through sword techniques.
Lu Qingshan followed the order, holding nothing back.
In an instant, the Elent Force within him surged up like a True Dragon awakening, stirring, its powerful fluctuations surprising Xie Qingyun, who kept nodding continuously.
"Boom!"
Lu Qingshan’s montum was still rising, the Elent Force surging within him, overflowing and faintly showing dragon shapes, as if a mighty ocean raging, the Azure Dragon wreaking havoc.
"Yitian," he murmured in his heart.
A buzz, a flash of red light, and the Dragon Sparrow appeared in his hand.
"Sumr Rain... Fall!" he called softly.
In an instant.
A woven veil of rain covered the sky, omnipresent, everywhere.
It was the trail of sword marks left in the air.
Forceful and aggressive.
Each sword technique more vibrant than the last, the montum particularly fierce.
Xie Qingyun’s eyes flashed with a sharp light, yet he smiled lightly, his thoughts moving.
A majestic spirit conjured out of nowhere, drawing a half-arc, just forming, the ancient essence of Sword Qi exceedingly abundant, barricading Lu Qingshan’s sword techniques.
Sword upon sword, within monts, Lu Qingshan struck out fifteen swords, all fended off by Xie Qingyun’s singular majestic Sword Qi.
The distance of a single path between him and the Sword Immortal seed galaxies apart, eternally unreachable.
Though it seed futile, after the sixteenth sword, Lu Qingshan’s eyes suddenly glimred.
"Spring Breeze... Returns," he said in his heart.
A Secret Sword destined to hit within fifty zhang, and also applicable simultaneously with other Secret Swords.
This was the combined technique of Spring Breeze Returns with the seventeenth sword of Sumr Rainfall.
The seemingly insurmountable distance of a single stride was finally broken by Lu Qingshan.
He poised a sword at Xie Qingyun’s heart.
However, at the interface of the sword tip and his heart, a thin, almost invisible stream of air flowed, halting Lu Qingshan’s Dragon Sparrow, unable to advance further.
"Very good," Xie Qingyun praised softly, then asked, "I haven’t seen these two Secret Sword Techniques before; are they of your own creation?"
"They were understood on the basis of others’ swordsmanship, combined with a technique taught by the Chang’an Sword Immortal," Lu Qingshan answered truthfully, without concealnt.
"Modest indeed, the Sword Dao has always been about new waves riding over the old, standing on one’s predecessors’ shoulders is but natural and right," Xie Qingyun’s eyes showed satisfaction, "Ultimately, it’s still a Secret Sword of your own creation, your insight into the Sword Dao is impressive."
Lu Qingshan retracted the Dragon Sparrow, but before he could speak, the Sword Immortal continued, "Among the younger generation of the Sword Sect, in terms of Sword Dao, you are the foremost."
The figure of the Sword Immortal, unattainable in his previous life, giving himself such high praise, and by right, Lu Qingshan ought to be slightly pleased.
However, Lu Qingshan found that at this mont, aside from a sense of spirit, he held nothing else.
The spirit of the Sword Cultivator, gentle like jade, revered by gentlen.
Xie Qingyun retreated a few steps again, examining the young Sword Sect mber carefully, recalling what the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion Master had just said.
Lu Qingshan is a Sword Cultivator favored by Sword Dao Qi Luck.
The Qi Luck released by Li Qiubai’s opening Heaven’s Gate, which should have been dispersed among countless Sword Cultivators across the world, flowed entirely into one person.
Even the two Sword Immortals did not occupy an entire portion of Qi Luck.
Strange, strange, it shouldn’t have been.
Yet not strange, as Sword Dao Qi Luck naturally favors the true bearer of the sword.
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