This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable-Chapter 720 - 34: Is His Name Li Feiyu? (Part 3)

Who would have thought that he wanted to keep a low profile, but his strength didn’t allow it.

On his first foray into the extraterritorial battlefield, it took only three days for him to become a hero of Falling Goose Pass, and now he faced this difficult choice...

Life’s encounters are truly wondrous.

"This action has its pros and cons for you," continued the Feathered Overking, "the advantage lies in the immense fame it will bring you.

In places like this, fame can bring you many benefits."

The Feathered Overking said further, "However, comparatively, being famous also makes you a thorn in the side of the Demon Race.

Not only on the extraterritorial battlefield, where the Demons will want nothing more than to get rid of you quickly, but even once you return to Sky Dome Heaven, those Underworld Cultivators will also covet your abilities.

It’s easy to dodge a straightforward jab, but difficult to guard against a hidden strike, and considering you’re still but a Void Refining Cultivator, this could lead you into crisis."

"These things you mention, I never really took them to heart, for even without this incident, the Netherworld had no intention of sparing me..." Lu Qingshan thought to himself.

"I won’t force you to make any decision," the Feathered Overking said, his gaze locked onto Lu Qingshan, deep and unfathomable, like an ancient well without bottom, "however, there is something I want to tell you..."

"In chaotic times, there are some things one cannot escape."

This phrase was definitely not just lip service.

Human Cultivators have always behaved this way.

The great cultivators of various sects and clans, once reaching such levels of Cultivation, should either be devoted to cultivating the way or leisurely purifying their hearts amongst mortals, contending against the Heavenly Tribulation, seeking to achieve Mahayana.

But to resist the Demon Race, the Human great cultivators left the boundaries of the Human domain and entered the Seven Mountains and one river, to stand off against the Demon Race and prevent them from overstepping.

The unbridled nature of Sword Cultivators is known to all.

If not for the Human Race, why would Qingyun Sword Immortal have stationed himself at Yumen Pass, not emerging for a thousand years?

The great cultivators of Falling Goose Pass did the same, in order to protect Falling Goose Pass, they went out of the city to fight to their deaths, for a chance to strike.

Lu Qingshan didn’t take long to decide.

"Previously, I said that even though my position is low, I cannot forget the troubles of my country; though I reside in the Netherworld, my heart is in Xia... Although the latter part is false..." Lu Qingshan lifted his eyelids, his gaze calmly meeting the unrippled eyes of the Feathered Overking, he said calmly, "The former part is true.

If the Human Race needs me, I shall cooperate."

That was his choice, and he would not regret it.

Those with secrets tend to stay low-key, pretending to be weaker than they are, and there’s nothing wrong with that.

However, amidst the grand battle between the two races, when he had the capability, and when Human Cultivators were fighting bloodily, how could he continue to hide in the shadows, silently profiting?

If he could truly be at peace with himself doing such a thing, he would not be a Sword Cultivator.

"Good, very good!" The Feathered Overking could not help but utter the word ’good’ twice, unconsciously raising his esteem for Lu Qingshan, "May I ask which Senior Cultivator from Sword Sect you are under, and what is your title?"

"Under Xia Daoyun, Lu Qingshan."

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In a narrow and dark underground, the sound of dripping echoed.

It seemed like the sound of water droplets.

And there came heavy breathing sounds as well.

As if a fierce wind had swept through.

But that’s impossible, how could there be wind beneath the ground?

It was not water, nor wind.

But blood, and heavy breathing.

Almost invisible in its speed, a line of Escaping Light darted beneath the earth, like a shooting star chasing the moon.

The compact soil parted before this streak of light, forming a tunnel about a meter in diameter, then quickly closing up again after the light passed.

Finally, after a long time, the Escaping Light, as if bereft of energy, abruptly came to a stop, and was slowly squeezed out by the pressing force of the earth.

As the light dispersed, a figure emerged.

It was a man, covered in blood, his flesh turned inside out, lying motionless in the perilous wilderness, unconscious, with only his gradually weakening breath proving he was still alive.

In the depth of the night, yet under the glow of the moonlight, one could clearly see his features.

Marquis of An Hai!

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The moon shone brightly, the wind was still.

Almost simultaneously, another trail of light, equally fast, was darting across the night sky on the opposite side of the extraterritorial battlefield.

Its speed was exceptional.

Inside the light, Ke Qianzhang was extremely excited, unable to contain the joy in his heart.

He was an Underworld Cultivator from the Eastern Domain.

This time, the City Lord had entrusted him with an important task: to sneak into Yumen Pass in Heavenly Mountain’s extraterritorial battlefield and deliver an extremely crucial message directly to the leader behind the scenes, the hand of Demon Marshal Chi Pu.

This meant that he would get to meet and speak personally with Chi Pu, the Demon Marshal.

For a double agent, what did it mean to meet with the leader of all double agents?

After this, wouldn’t he ascend rapidly, as if the road to glory was laid out before him?

Just at the thought, Ke Qianzhang was overwhelmed with joy.

"We’re nearly there!" Ahead of him, the outline of a city loomed, imposing as ever, but in a style starkly different from the Human Race’s fortresses, already coming into view.

This was one of the Demon Race’s cities in the extraterritorial battlefield, Black Demon City!

"Why does Black Demon City seem a bit chaotic today?" Ke Qianzhang thought to himself from a distance, seeing many figures of the Demon Race darting above the city.

But he didn’t ponder it too much and sped up again towards Black Demon City.

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In Black Demon City, a palace shrouded in Demonic Qi, the seat of the City Lord’s Mansion, was unusually lively today.

Inside the main hall.

The City Lord of Black Demon City, the Black Demon Marshal, looked concernedly at the towering Demonic Cultivator before him, whose arms were both missing, "Qing Ge, my lord, what happened? Who had the audacity and skill to leave you in such state?"