"In these turbulent tis, with the demonic threats yet to be eradicated, as the leader of the Sword Sect, it is naturally impossible for to wage war with the Sword Cleansing Pool."
"However, I will not easily forgive the Sword Cleansing Pool's behavior of hitting a man when he's down."
"The Sword Cleansing Pool wants the Taoist Sect position of our Sword Sect," Lu Qingshan revealed his snow-white teeth and sneered, "then I will take away their most important thing in the Sword Cleansing Pool as punishnt."
Eye for an eye is the creed of a Sword Cultivator.
The Sword Cleansing Pool wants the Taoist Sect position of their Sword Sect, so Lu Qingshan won't be overly courteous with the Sword Cleansing Pool either.
…
The Sword Light gradually slowed down and ca to a complete halt outside the Sword Cleansing Pool.
Without the Sword Light, Lu Qingshan appeared.
Dressed in a black robe, embroidered with a black-gold Azure Dragon, baring fangs and brandishing claws.
As a major sect, the Sword Cleansing Pool had extrely stringent defenses, and with Lu Qingshan coming openly without any concealnt, he was imdiately discovered by the disciples of the Sword Cleansing Pool as an "uninvited guest."
"Who goes there, do you have a visiting card?" Two disciples from the Sword Cleansing Pool flew out from the sect's Great Formation, heading towards Lu Qingshan and asked loudly.
"Lu Qingshan of the Sword Sect visiting the Sword Cleansing Pool today." Lu Qingshan said in a deep voice.
"Sword Sect?" The two disciples of the Sword Cleansing Pool did not imdiately react at first, their minds fully focused on the two words 'Sword Sect'.
Everyone knew that recently the Sword Cleansing Pool and the Sword Sect were not on good terms, so a visit from the Sword Sect's cultivator at this ti ant trouble.
They thought to themselves.
Then their whole bodies trembled.
"Wait... Lu Qingshan?"
"Isn't he the youngest new Sect Master of the Sword Sect in history?" The pupils of the two disciples of the Sword Cleansing Pool enlarged as they gazed in shock at Lu Qingshan's calm and collected face.
True to being disciples of a major sect, even though they were horrified beyond asure, they managed to maintain composure and imdiately covertly transmitted a ssage to the higher-ups within the sect, while asking with a quivering voice, "Is Sect Master Lu here to et our Sect Master? He has already gone to the Central Heavenly Realm... and is not in the sect at the mont."
Gone to the Central Heavenly Realm? Lu Qingshan inwardly sneered and noticed the subtle communication move of the two Sword Cleansing Pool disciples, but he did not stop them.
"I am not here to see your Sect Master." He replied.
"Then what brings Sect Master Lu such a long way?" At this mont, a stream of Sword Light shot up from the Sword Cleansing Pool and appeared in front of Lu Qingshan in an instant.
A middle-aged man appeared.
The Deputy Sect Master of the Sword Cleansing Pool, Sword Master Lan Ting.
"Our Sect Master Bai Shuang is currently waiting in the Central Heavenly Realm with representatives from other Taoist Sect cultivators for Sect Master Lu to attend the Taoist Sect eting assembly.
Sect Master Lu, why are you here if you are not going to the Central Heavenly Realm?" Sword Master Lan Ting, with a smiling face concealing knives, implied Lu Qingshan was cowering as a deserter.
Not paying attention to Sword Master Lan Ting's veiled sarcasm, Lu Qingshan smiled slightly, maintained his calm deanor, and said, "Of course, I will attend the assembly, but before that, I need to take sothing first."
"Hmm?" Sword Master Lan Ting slightly raised his eyebrows.
"So jesters think they can show up whenever they want, wasting my ti. Without taking a little cost to warn others, if other sects follow suit, it wouldn't be nice." Lu Qingshan said with a grin.
"What do you an, Sect Master Lu?" Such obvious sarcasm was not lost on Sword Master Lan Ting, whose face imdiately darkened.
"What do I an?" Lu Qingshan replied with a faint smile, "You'll know soon enough."
He looked up at the mist-shrouded sect of the Sword Cleansing Pool and that pond that symbolized the Sword Cleansing Pool.
In his perception, countless swords were lying motionless in the pool water at this mont.
I need a sword, anyone object?
Lu Qingshan silently thought to himself as he gazed at that pond.
So, a marvelous fluctuation was generated between Heaven and Earth.
This ethereal fluctuation quietly integrated into his mind, connecting the pond and those countless swords.
Like a silent signal.
The next mont, the previously calm pond rippled slightly.
At the bottom of the pond, where no one could see, longswords that had been motionless for countless years began to tremble slightly.
This subtle change was beyond the perceptive ability of Sword Master Lan Ting.
He rely watched as Lu Qingshan suddenly smiled, his complexion becoming increasingly unsightly, "What is Sect Master Lu doing, putting on a mysterious show?"
"Sword..." Lu Qingshan paid no mind to Sword Master Lan Ting, instead taking a deep breath, placing one hand behind his back and extending the other as if giving an order to soone, "Co!"
Sword Master Lan Ting's eyes widened suddenly.
The two Sword Cleansing Pool disciples' eyes widened suddenly.
All the cultivators in the Sword Cleansing Pool widened their eyes.
They witnessed a scene they could never forget in their lifeti.
Outside the Sword Cleansing Pool, Lu Qingshan's robe sleeves fluttered without wind.
The fog that enshrouded the Sword Cleansing Pool year-round vanished in an instant.
The Great Formation of the Sword Cleansing Pool began to tremble, emitting a low humming sound, with the amplitude rapidly increasing, resembling an earthquake, and the humming sound growing as loud as thunder.
First, a splash of cyan erged from the water, quickly rising, and finally standing lightly in the void around Lu Qingshan.
"Chaotian Que!" Sword Master Lan Ting's mouth hung open as he recognized that shade of cyan.
It was their seventh-ranked treasured sword within the Sword Cleansing Pool, having been hidden in the Heavenly Pool for five thousand years due to never finding a satisfactory Sword Master, now obediently standing before Lu Qingshan.
But this was only the beginning, as the ergence of Chaotian Que seed to be a signal.
One by one, longswords broke out from the Heavenly Pool, flying over to stand in front of Lu Qingshan.
Purple Smoke, Woodpecker, Oriole, Egret, Wind and Moon, Shepherd's Flute, Cinnabar...
These were all famous treasured swords within the Sword Cleansing Pool.
At this tier of treasured sword, even within the Sword Cleansing Pool, it would take decades to find soone who could gain recognition and refine them into a Life-bound Sword.
Yet now, they sward out in uncountable numbers, flying towards Lu Qingshan.
Behind them, even more swords, though unnad, far from ordinary, were coming out.
Countless treasured swords, after approaching Lu Qingshan, arranged themselves in multiple rows, surrounding him, forming one circle after another, enclosing him within.
In this short span of ti, over two thousand longswords had gathered.
These longswords issued a humming sound in unison towards Lu Qingshan, filled with joy, as if seeing sothing imnsely delightful.
The number of longswords was increasing at a rapid speed visible to the naked eye.
The sound of swords breaking the water resounded one after another, with Sword Lights filling the vault of heaven.
Continuously, longswords flew out from the Heavenly Pool, joining in.
The two Sword Cleansing Pool disciples were already dumbstruck.
The cultivators within the Sword Cleansing Pool had all noticed this commotion, with senior cultivators soaring into the sky, heading straight for Lu Qingshan.
"Senior Li, are you seeing this?" Lu Qingshan completely ignored these Sword Cleansing Pool cultivators, silently looking up at the sky.
A three-foot long sword, wind in the ancient tis.
In those days at the Sword Tomb of Beicang, Li Qiubai used Supre Sword Intent to command millions of swords from Beicang City against Xu Su.
Today, he, Lu Qingshan, at the Sword Cleansing Pool in the Western Domain, with the talent of the Supre Sword Path, draws out two hundred thousand swords!
The elegance of Sword Cultivators.
Never faltered.
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