This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable-Chapter 935 - 11: Detesting the Ancients, for They Have Not Seen My Madness!_3

Chapter 935: Chapter 11: Detesting the Ancients, for They Have Not Seen My Madness!_3

This is Shuiyun Terrace, the Artifact Refining Department painstakingly managed by Great Xia for ten thousand years, hidden with hidden talents, countless divine weapons and arrays, and even guarantees that today’s losses will be compensated double in the future, with no need to worry about the cost.

In terms of overall strength, the Sword Immortal naturally must be respected by all, the strongest in the present age.

However, a strong dragon does not suppress the local snake, let alone now that this strong dragon is extremely weak.

He just doesn’t believe that in such a situation of decline and gain, this "old" Sword Immortal can still turn the tide.

On this side, Lu Ming Liang’s thoughts were racing, while on the other side, Li Qiubai already chuckled, seeing through everything.

"Another’s rock can be used to attack jade, kid, I know you’ve been following me, hoping to hear a thousand tunes and then understand the sound, watch a thousand swords and then recognize the weapon, wanting to gain some insights from me."

"My techniques are right there, never stingy for later generations to comprehend, but those who can truly gain something from it are rare, and you, having learned Sword One, already possess a certain spirit, showing that your foundation is extraordinary."

"But in my life, I’ve seen countless Sword Cultivator juniors, among whom there is no lack of geniuses with rare perception and foundation, but I never took it seriously."

In the mountain forest of Sword Dao, he has become the peak, and no matter how grand the upcoming talents may be, how elegant, how could they compare to him back in the day?

"Everyone says my sword intent, Li Qiubai’s, crowns the world, and it’s indeed so."

"Sword Intent, above all else, values the resonance of intent and temperament. If the intent aligns, even if it’s one or two swords, showing you my ultimate mastery, so what?

That girl Xia Daoyun matches my temperament, and you kid aren’t bad either. I like the two little kids even more. Since fate has brought us together, for today’s chance meeting, I’ll teach you a sword.’

"Lu kid, watch carefully." Li Qiubai stood at the bow, softly spoke to the rear.

Lu Qingshan’s heart shook, instinctively knowing that what he was about to witness would be something rare in his lifetime.

This famed Chang’an Sword Immortal, after some words, extended his right hand.

There was no sword in his hand.

"Since Shuiyun Terrace has blocked the river and refuses guests, then I shall open the river." He said to the armored cultivator army resembling a tide.

Then he brought his fingers together, using them as a sword, casually severing the Lan Cang River.

No trace of killing intent, no trace of fireworks.

This whimsical and casual slash bore no sword Qi, appearing merely like a child gesturing into the void, devoid of any lethal power.

To say this slash had something different.

It was that it came from the hand of a Sword Immortal.

In the next moment, Li Qiubai’s robes fluttered without wind.

He lacked Lu Qingshan’s handsome appearance, held no divine weapon nor Taoist Sword, merely standing there serenely, yet at this moment, Lu Qingshan felt no sword cultivator in the world could be more elegant than him.

It was an indescribably ethereal aura.

The finger finally fell.

The Sword Immortal lightly exhaled, as if whistling into sword Qi.

In the contemporary world, there’s a saying of each generation of cultivators being inferior to the last.

People often reminisce about the elegance of ancient cultivators, lamenting the grace of ancient sword cultivators.

Many voice the absence of ancient sword cultivators’ style, praising the arrogance and unruly grace of breaking mountains and roaming the world with a sword, unmatched by modern sword cultivators.

From ancient times to Chang’an, from Chang’an to Tianyuan.

The clamor of chariots and crowns filling the streets.

Unable to match a single sword from hundreds of thousands of years ago?!

It’s laughable, absurd, and pitiful, but never to be believed.

In earlier times, people said that abandoning the Heavenly Craft Sword Technique for Sword Intent was akin to looking down on the world’s sword techniques, dismissing the remnants of ancient sword cultivators, being outrageously presumptuous.

Until I became a Sword Immortal, they no longer dared say it.

They dared not speak.

But I, Li Qiubai, have yet to say my words.

You call me arrogant?

That’s quite right.

I, Li Qiubai, am indeed pretending madness.

Ancient sword cultivators elegant?

They’d never seen my one sword, Li Qiubai’s.

Not hating the ancients for not seeing me, but hating the ancients, not seeing my madness!

At first, all was silent and still, as if nothing had happened.

The armored cultivators looked at Li Qiubai’s finger in bewilderment, not understanding its meaning, even thinking this Chang’an Sword Immortal was putting on airs.

Yet Lu Ming Liang, the deputy head of Shuiyun Terrace clad in divine armor, his expression changed drastically, showing an indescribable horror, his figure swiftly rising, shooting into the distance, while shouting, "Retreat!"

In an instant later.

The river surface was engulfed in a storm.

The chill that had congealed into mist for millennia seemed to encounter a violent wind, scattering in all directions, like melting snow, rapidly evaporating.

Insubstantial clarity blending into the great void, vapor steaming over the Lan Cang River.

But this was just a prelude.

Rumble.

Resembling red mercury, the Lan Cang River flowing like opaque silver, at this moment, a frost line appeared in the middle, parting to the sides.

The depth of the Lan Cang River is unknown, but it could now be seen to the bottom.

The riverbed, still moist, was covered in ice crystals, a spectacle of wonders, a magnificent view.

The cultivators of Shuiyun Terrace, having occupied this treasured land for ten thousand years, likely seeing the bottom of the Lan Cang River for the first time.

The river water surged to the sides, waves crashing.

The dragon boat was likewise pulled backward by the waves, yet only the large ship where Lu Qingshan stood remained unmoved, unaffected.

To overturn rivers and seas was a celestial means, unimaginable.

And this section of the Lan Cang River, each droplet weighing a hundred pounds, like silver mercury.

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What sort of great power would be needed to part the river water?

Even the river’s Dragon King, who could soar and call forth storms, would likely find it impossible to jump about on this section of the Lan Cang River.

Yet.

This grand river.

Was cleaved with a single finger, the gap stretching five hundred zhang.

Not a single sword, only Sword Intent opening the river.

"The Lan Cang River is open, it can no longer be closed, now can Shuiyun Terrace receive guests?" Li Qiubai asked with a smile.

Dressed in gray at the prow, talking and laughing as a sword emerged, gods and demons all retreated.

Lu Ming Liang, who had swiftly moved away, now looked at the Lan Cang River that had remained parted for a long time, eyes wide and speechless.

As long as the Sword Intent lasts, the Lan Cang River will not close.

As for how long this Sword Intent will last, no one knows.

Is this what they call falling from the Sword Immortal Realm?

Laughable, laughable!

All rumors, utterly ridiculous!

If such a sword can’t be called a Sword Immortal’s sword, then there probably aren’t Sword Immortals left in the world.

Isn’t this more than a celestial technique?

Even if a deity descended today, facing such a finger that cleaves rivers, such a sword, could only let out a long sigh:

Li Qiubai is the true Banished Immortal.

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