This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

"Under the mentorship of Xia Daoyun, Lu Qingshan..."

The atmosphere in the hall became quiet after Lu Qingshan’s words; it was so silent that one could hear a pin drop.

King Yuyue and Tang Ze, who had been guarding the borders for years, did not pay much attention to matters beyond the Heavenly Mountain.

Thus, they were not very familiar with the name Lu Qingshan,

King Yuyue was somewhat better, as he kept an eye on the Netherworld news. Lu Qingshan had caused quite a stir recently with the Zhishou Tower, so he had some impression of him.

But that was all he had heard.

Tang Ze, on the other hand, was completely unfamiliar with Lu Qingshan.

Their manner had completely been because of Lu Qingshan’s identity as Xia Daoyun’s disciple.

Xia Daoyun was a name that thundered through Yumen Pass, whose deeds were known by every cultivator there, wasn’t it?

She was the Great Sword Cultivator who, forty years ago, had wielded her sword at Lion Ridge to slay the Three-Eyed Demon Lord - an absolutely ruthless character.

"A few years ago I heard that Luo Shen Fairy had taken a disciple, but I didn’t expect to meet him under such circumstances today," King Yuyue paused, coming back to his senses, and smiled, "Indeed, like master, like disciple. Xia Daoyun took a good disciple ah!"

Like master, like disciple; to King Yuyue, these words represented the highest praise.

Though he praised him verbally, he was secretly relieved that he had not just now forcefully pressured Lu Qingshan. Otherwise...

Sword Cultivators have always had a way of speaking with their swords in hand.

Women, likewise, are famously unreasonable.

So, the product of these two attributes, that is, a female Sword Cultivator...

Those who know, understand.

She was definitely not someone to be trifled with.

Tang Ze, on the side, still found it somewhat hard to believe.

He had heard about Xia Daoyun’s deeds many times.

He had always regretted never having met the widely-renowned Luo Shen Fairy personally.

He hadn’t expected that today, he would meet her disciple first.

An excellent woman, even her disciple was this outstanding!

Tang Ze sighed to himself.

......

Having settled this matter, Lu Qingshan then bid his farewell and left.

He could clearly feel the change in the way King Yuyue spoke to him after he had declared his background; it had noticeably improved.

The prowess of Xia Daoyun’s name was efficacious everywhere.

But still...

"One day, I must reverse my fortunes and remove the prefix ’Xia Daoyun’s Chief Disciple’ from Lu Qingshan, and add ’Lu Qingshan, her master’ instead..." Lu Qingshan, feeling somewhat like he was ’riding on someone’s coattails’, secretly set a goal for himself in his heart.

After leaving the hall, his emotions became even more complex.

He sadly realized that his journey to the foreign battlefield this time might end up being a bust due to this incidental event?

After advancing to the Ninth Flowers realm, he had been full of ambition, ready to enter Yumen Pass and test his sword on the Demon Race. Unexpectedly, it only took two days before he stumbled into this situation, and became an unintentional hero of Falling Goose Pass from merely a single sword stroke.

Honestly, he hadn’t even begun to feel much.

In any case, he now carried eight thousand battle merits.

On the foreign battlefield, slaying a Fifth Grade Shadow Demon would earn just fifty battle merits, and if it was a regular Fifth Grade from the Demon Race, it would yield only ten battle merits—is this like suddenly winning a one million lottery, would you continue with a thirty-dollar-a-month job?

Certainly not, because it would be meaningless.

However, he was unable to tackle a Sixth Grade of the Demon Race, let alone the beings of a Demon General’s combat power.

Neither advancing nor retreating was a very awkward situation.

Look how this turned out!

Shaking his head, Lu Qingshan decided not to think further, and planned to return to Yumen Pass first, to exchange his battle merits for Spirit Crystals, and then proceed to the Ninth Flowers realm.

This was the priority.

....

After Lu Qingshan had left, the atmosphere in the hall gradually grew solemn between Tang Ze and King Yuyue.

"About the General over there..." Tang Ze hesitated to speak.

King Yuyue’s brow furrowed slightly, he shook his head towards Tang Ze, "We can’t save him..."

"First, we don’t know where Marquis An Hai will end up following the Demon Race army; by the time we locate him, it would be too late.

Second, on the Demon Race’s territory, if we try to rescue Marquis An Hai, not mentioning the large number of people that we’d have to send, it’s very likely that it would end up a loss greater than the gain, failing to rescue him and instead putting ourselves at risk."

Tang Ze remained silent.

He understood these reasons without King Yuyue having to explain.

He also accepted this decision, but it inevitably left a bad taste in his mouth.

"We can only rely on his own fate now, let’s focus on what we need to do here," King Yuyue sighed and spoke no further.

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Elsewhere, in the Black Demon City, within the City Lord’s Mansion.

The mood in the great hall was somewhat strange.

The Demon Marshal was looking at Qing Ge, whose face was becoming increasingly ferocious, and whose pressure had already bottomed out, with shock and instinctively replied, "An Underworld Cultivator—just some minor underling of the Netherworld, why would I ask for his name..."

Underworld Cultivators were historically looked down upon by both the Human Race and the Demon Race.

"Where is this Underworld Cultivator now?" Qing Ge continued to ask.

"What exactly are you planning to do, Lord Qing Ge?" The Demon Marshal suddenly became alert at this time and fell silent, suspiciously observing Qing Ge who had unexpectedly fallen into a rage.

What in the world was this Lord plotting?

Seeing the Demon Marshal unwilling to speak, Qing Ge, provoked by the recollection of a recent incident and his anger reaching its peak, was no longer inclined to tolerate any further.