This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable-Chapter 936 - 12: Spring Breeze Can Return

The sisters Lin Chuyi and Lin Shiwu tightly held each other’s small hands due to the scene before them, staring blankly at the gray-robed figure at the bow of the ship, their small mouths agape.

This uncle seems really formidable and terrifying.

They murmured simultaneously.

Fortunately, Li Qiubai used his finger as a substitute for a sword.

The two sisters, who were not yet initiated, couldn’t discern the profound mysteries within.

Otherwise, encountering such "swordsmanship" at such a young age, once truly embarking on the Sword Dao, they might unconsciously develop an overestimation of their ability, finding other swordsmanship bland and unbearable, resulting in stagnation.

As for Lu Mingliang, who retreated hastily, he was utterly frightened by this "sword".

He had long heard of the fame of the Chang’an Sword Immortal, but hearing of it was not as impactful as witnessing it, and witnessing it surpassed hearing of it.

Even without practicing sword cultivation, Lu Mingliang couldn’t help but have his hair stand on end, goosebumps rising all over his body at this moment.

Flair has always been synonymous with Sword Cultivators.

Other cultivators reaching the Ninth Realm and stepping half a foot forward indeed possess extraordinary means, possibly not weaker than a Sword Immortal.

But the methods of other cultivation schools cannot evoke such awe and lingering in the heart as the Sword Immortal, unable to embody the word flair.

Others’ spells are merely spells.

The Sword of a Sword Immortal is like a unique, dazzling scenery, worthy of endless savoring and tasting.

For cultivators born in the years of Chang’an, Li Qiubai is a name that cannot be bypassed regardless.

With each sword strike, he carved out overwhelming fame during the Chang’an Years and inspired countless imaginations and longings among later cultivators.

Especially after leaving a sword in Chang’an City and then departing, he boosted his renown to a peak.

A true master holding dominion over the Sword Dao.

Lu Mingliang, who had barely summoned his courage earlier, now had sweat beading on the tip of his nose.

Facing Li Qiubai standing at the bow of the ship, he responded with a trembling voice: "The Lan Cang is open, and naturally, the Water Cloud Platform should welcome guests. All cultivators of Water Cloud, please make way immediately."

Block?

With what could they block?

Fortunately, the Chang’an Sword Immortal showed restraint; this "sword" was aimed at the Lan Cang River, meant only to intimidate them.

Had this "sword" truly been aimed at them, who could withstand, among the Armored Cultivators present, a strike that could sever rivers and slash immortals?

The inevitable outcome would have been innumerable deaths and injuries, leaving Water Cloud Tower with heavy losses.

Formation? Divine Armor?

Lu Mingliang couldn’t help but find his previous thoughts absurd.

He was actually planning to rely on these external objects to obstruct a Sword Immortal?

Utterly ludicrous.

If these things could stop Li Qiubai, there wouldn’t be only three Sword Immortals in the world.

Li Qiubai spared him, and naturally, Lu Mingliang recognized the circumstances.

Upon his command, the dragon boats lining up side by side immediately parted, creating a passage in the middle.

At the end of this passage, a magnificent and towering Bronze Pagoda, enveloped in treasure light, hovered above the river, its body consisting of nine layers, closely resembling a pagoda tower.

On the body of the tower, densely packed Cloud Seal Scripts were present, profound and powerful.

This was the Water Cloud Tower, a top-tier Magic Artifact refined by the Artifact Refiners of the Water Cloud Platform over a thousand years.

Each layer of the tower was connected by iron chains.

The iron chains stretched horizontally across the river, forming an astonishing spectacle that would leave anyone who saw it in awe.

As the Artifact Pavilion of Great Xia’s Artifact Department, apart from not daring to claim definite victory over the Armor Pavilion, there’s no other entity in the world that could rival it.

The Water Cloud Tower was one of the most proud creations of the Artifact Refiners of the Water Cloud Platform.

It’s absolutely a reflection of the highest artifact-refining level of the Human Race.

Lu Mingliang flew towards Li Qiubai’s large ship, stopping at an appropriate distance, neither too far nor too near their group, slightly bowing his head respectfully, he said, "Thank you, Sword Immortal Li, for sparing us and not pursuing our Water Cloud Platform’s ignorance. Please, right this way, Senior!" ƒгeewebnovёl_com

He extended his right hand, making an inviting gesture.

Li Qiubai remained very calm, only nodding slightly upon seeing this, saying, "Then let’s go."

But just as he was about to move, Li Qiubai’s eyelid twitched slightly, sensing something, causing him to pause.

"Let’s wait a moment." The Sword Immortal suddenly smiled again.

Lu Mingliang was stunned, then quickly realized something unusual, directing his gaze to the side.

There, a handsomely unmatched young cultivator stood proudly, his poise and aura extraordinary.

Lu Qingshan, fortunate to witness the Sword Immortal’s miraculous River Severing, was still immersed in the echoes and lingering charm of Li Qiubai and his sword.

The layman observes the spectacle; the expert observes the essence.

Not to mention, this "sword" by Li Qiubai was meant to impart some guidance to him from the start.

Thus, Lu Qingshan gleaned quite a few insights from it.

From a leaf in Tai’an City becoming a Flying Sword, to today’s single sword parting the Lan Cang River.

Lu Qingshan truly understood that while both Sword Immortals and Sword Cultivators share the word sword, they are entirely different entities, incomparable in kind.

At this moment, he was deeply comprehending Li Qiubai’s sword, and had gained some understanding.

He already possessed an unparalleled Sword Dao talent, comparable to Li Qiubai’s, and within his sea of consciousness lay the Semi-Saint Sword Dao insights from the six words of the Vast Wilderness. These complemented each other perfectly.

Moreover, Lu Qingshan’s almost decade of sword cultivation hadn’t been in vain; he was already well prepared on the path of Sword Dao. Being taught this sword now was like building a tall structure on high terrain, making his understanding in due course.

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