Lu Qingshan did not reveal himself directly, but continued to watch his two disciples spar from afar.
——Perhaps both of them were young, with limited cultivation, lacking proficiency in sword techniques, still rely rough diamonds awaiting refinent.
Yet, as they wielded their swords, the essence of Sword Cultivation began to erge.
Thus, they could be considered Sword Cultivators.
Sword Cultivators, facing off in a duel.
Chuyi and Shiwu each tried their best, advancing with their sword artifacts, challenging one another.
The clanging sound of sword artifacts clashing echoed, reminiscent of wind chis.
In contrast, the sister Lin Chuyi’s moves appeared more imposing, her techniques opened up more, more daring to fight recklessly.
As for the younger sister Lin Shiwu, she focused more on the precision of her moves, whether they were executed perfectly.
One emphasized power, the other emphasized technique.
This corresponded to their personalities.
The older sister Chuyi was extroverted, carrying a bit of openness in her deanor.
As for the younger sister Shiwu, she was relatively more introverted, quieter.
Lu Qingshan could not judge which of their choices and preferences was higher or lower, stronger or weaker.
The Sword Dao is inclusive.
All roads lead to Heaven’s Gate.
What suits oneself is the best.
But for now, power evidently holds more advantage than technique.
——In children’s fights, generally those with more strength win.
So, after several rounds of breath, Lin Shiwu, whose posture had beco more rigid due to exhaustion, eventually lost to her sister Lin Chuyi’s "mighty power" move. The iron sword slipped from her hand, falling to the ground with a humming sound.
Shiwu’s hand was numb from holding the sword, aching a bit, her eyes brimming with tears. Yet, she held back, not making a sound.
Young Lin Chuyi, although victorious, was evidently also struggling, panting heavily, large beads of sweat streaming down from her forehead.
"Not bad, not bad. Under my guidance, both of you have made significant progress.
When Qingshan returns, he will surely look at you with new eyes, maybe even promote you from registered disciples to formal disciples if he’s in good spirits."
The fair and impartial West Rat King, seeing this scene, with paws behind his back, nodding his little head, earnestly advised.
"Chuyi won again this ti, but don’t get cocky. Everyone has their monts, don’t take a brief instance as eternal."
"Shiwu, although you lost again this ti, don’t be too upset. There’s no absolute ruler in the world, only sothing to suppress another. It just so happens you were restrained by your sister."
"Thank you, Uncle West Rat~" Two slightly exhausted little girls nodded with effort, speaking sweetly.
The West Rat King was greatly satisfied.
Beside Lu Qingshan, it had been humble for years, swallowing grievances, always comforting itself with the belief of "thirty years east of the river, thirty years west."
But the result was that Lu Qingshan was even more of a demon than the Demon Beasts, with an absurdly fast pace of power growth.
It was so fast that even a mouse with great ambition like it had gradually given up struggling, ready to be a "little mouse" for life.
Who would have thought the wheel of fortune indeed turns?
Lu Qingshan hadn’t returned, but he sent back two little disciples.
It suddenly sprang to life.
Can’t outperform you, but can’t I outperform your disciples?
With an elder’s posture, the West Rat King, pointing out advice to Lin Chuyi and Lin Shiwu, was elated and satisfied.
It was about to continue "nonchalantly say a few words," but all its heartfelt words suddenly ca to an abrupt halt.
Its small rat eyes widened, paws behind its back imdiately moved to the front, clasped tightly together, looking tense and uneasy.
"Lu Qingshan, you... returned? When did you co back..."
What it truly concerned about was whether Lu Qingshan heard it call him "Little Shan."
The two already exhausted little girls, upon hearing the West Rat King say so, imdiately brightened, yet soon beca a bit nervous.
However, regardless, their first reaction was to turn around, looking behind them.
Over there, Lu Qingshan’s figure erged, standing there watching them, expression calm, exuding an extrely transcendent and unrestrained aura.
"Master." The two quickly bowed respectfully, obediently addressing.
Lu Qingshan nodded slightly to signal, then asked, "The sword technique embryo you just showcased, who taught you it?"
Upon hearing Lu Qingshan’s question, the two little girls’ faces, covered in sweat and dust, instantly revealed a tense expression, on the verge of tears.
The older sister Lin Chuyi nervously responded, "Master, it wasn’t taught by anyone...."
"Not taught by anyone?" Lu Qingshan raised an eyebrow, surprisingly, "Then it was?"
Lin Chuyi beca more flustered, afraid Lu Qingshan would not believe them, hurriedly said, "About half a month ago, my sister and I were practicing our cultivation techniques, and sohow, a voice suddenly appeared by our ears, then a door appeared before our eyes..."
She hadn’t finished speaking, but an incredible light of astonishnt had flashed in Lu Qingshan’s eyes, "You also saw the scene of Heaven’s Gate?"
Sword Cultivators, only after beginning to refine their life-bound sword, can they truly be considered Sword Cultivators.
Therefore, Li Qiubai opening Heaven’s Gate for Sword Cultivators, it should have been for Sword Cultivators in Foundation Establishnt Stage and above to see the scene of Heaven’s Gate.
How did Lin Chuyi and Lin Shiwu, re little children at Qi Refinent stage, see it too?
Lin Chuyi and Lin Shiwu both nodded their little heads vigorously.
"Then, sohow, a little figure appeared in our heads, continuously demonstrating sword techniques, and we learned by following it, therefore..." Lin Chuyi finally explained the situation fully.
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