This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

Chapter 418: Chapter 44: Divine Sword and Demonic Sword (For league master “FengchenCc” extra 6/10)

Lu Qingshan nodded to Li Zhao to express his gratitude.

Li Zhao gave a slight smile, and his entire form turned into smoke, slowly dissipating.

Glancing at the mountain path that still had no visible end, Lu Qingshan fell silent, took a step forward, and continued on.

As expected, a rumbling noise came through his consciousness once again.

Immediately, everything started spinning around him.

Before his consciousness went completely blank.

What would this trial be like this time?

That’s what Lu Qingshan wondered.

…

Atop the summit.

Li Zhao’s figure appeared beside the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

“Prison Master, Sir,” Li Zhao said respectfully to the Confucian scholar.

The Netherworld Prison Master nodded slightly, his gaze distant as he watched Lu Qingshan, still making his way up the mountain path, and then suddenly asked, “Do you think he can pass through Yan Qingfeng’s Sword Heart Challenge?”

“He will,” Li Zhao said confidently.

A hint of astonishment appeared on the Confucian scholar’s face, “Are you so certain?”

Li Zhao respectfully said, “Although I am not truly a swordsman and cannot judge much,

his temperament is exactly like that of my master.

Therefore, in my heart, he is already the best Sword Cultivator.”

His master was Zhao Country’s most charming and the number one Divine Swordsman of the martial world.

“Your Excellency holds a venerable position, and I’m merely an untranscended soul, not daring to overstep, but if I may say so, at this moment, he could already ascend to the summit without any further trials,” Li Zhao spoke earnestly.

The Netherworld Prison Master appeared thoughtful, a gleam flashing in his eyes, “Then let’s continue to watch.”

……

Thatched roofs caked with mud and rot.

Yan Qingfeng opened his eyes.

He was just an ordinary youth from a small village at the foot of Qingyun Mountain.

Above Qingyun Mountain was Qingyun Sect, a Sword Cultivator sect.

Occasionally, one could see its immortal Sword Cultivators turning into Radiance as they flew away from the mountain on their swords. @@novelbin@@

Sword Control between heaven and earth.

That was something the youth longed and yearned for profoundly.

Yan Qingfeng knew he loved the sword.

Today was the day Qingyun Sect undertook its once-in-a-decade disciple recruitment test.

The usual clouds around Qingyun Mountain had already dispersed early.

Step by step, Yan Qingfeng ascended the mountain path.

The path led up Qingyun Mountain.

In front of a large hall at the summit’s clearing, stood a middle-aged man in black robes, possessing an immortal charm.

In the clearing, nearly a thousand children, all under twelve years old, were gathered, and Yan Qingfeng was among them.

In Cultivation, the essential first step was the talent of the Spirit Root, even in a Sword Cultivator sect.

The first step in the entrance exam was to test the Spirit Root.

Those with Spirit Roots were one in a hundred.

One by one, children who had climbed the mountain with hopes had their dreams of Cultivation shattered.

Only a few lucky ones were able to enter the sect.

Unfortunately, Yan Qingfeng was not one of those lucky few.

But he didn’t want to give up.

He knelt down at the foot of Qingyun Sect for three days and nights.

Ultimately, the sixth elder of Qingyun Sect, moved by his sincerity, made an exception to take him into the sect.

The next day, a mass of children without Spirit Roots knelt under Qingyun Mountain.

The status of Yan Qingfeng, who was exceptionally admitted to Qingyun Sect, was extremely low.

Because his Spirit Root was not prominent, his Cultivation progressed even more pitifully slowly.

Three months into the sect, he couldn’t even manage to channel Spiritual Energy into his body.

This had many in the sect criticizing the sixth elder’s decision to admit Yan Qingfeng.

Although his Spirit Root was not evident, Yan Qingfeng’s innate talent for the Sword Dao far exceeded that of ordinary people.

He once caught a glimpse of the elder who was teaching swordmanship to the Qi Refinement disciples.

The Qingyun Sword Art.

Only those with a Cultivation of the third layer of Qi Refinement and above could practice it.

But he, having not yet reached even the first level of Qi Refinement after three years, was considered a great disgrace to Qingyun Sect, and naturally, he was not qualified to learn the Sword Art.

He had only seen the first move, the Goose Falling on Flat Sand.

Unable to contain his curiosity, he secretly practiced it once with a wooden stick.

To his surprise, despite having only glimpsed the technique briefly, he executed the Goose Falling on Flat Sand very proficiently on his first try.

Goose Falling on Flat Sand was just the introductory move of the Qingyun Sword Art, quite ordinary and not very powerful.

Yan Qingfeng had only learned this one move, so he could only practice it over and over again.

Practicing a sword move a thousand times, ten thousand times a day, even the most ordinary sword move would no longer remain ordinary after a while.

And Yan Qingfeng was innately talented in the Sword Dao.

Three months later, it was time for the big internal Sect competition of Qingyun Sect.

The young disciples were all expected to compete to let the elder masters evaluate their years of Cultivation results.

Those who performed well would be rewarded.

But the Sect competition this year had a different significance.

Because a new rule had been added.

The last place competitor would have their status as a disciple of Qingyun Sect revoked.

Everyone knew that this rule was aimed at Yan Qingfeng.

Yan Qingfeng also knew this.

He didn’t speak up, as speaking wouldn’t help.

When one was of low significance, who would care about their opinion?

He felt bitter inside and practiced Goose Falling on Flat Sand under the moonlight.

Only sword practice could alleviate his worries.

But that night, he heard a strange calling.

After hesitating for a moment, Yan Qingfeng followed the call.

Behind the mountain, by a pool, amidst unevenly sized and irregularly shaped scattered stones, a black sword was inserted, all black, with the blade submerged in the water and just the hilt protruding above the surface.

As he approached the pool, the pebbles shot out, and the black sword rose, surrounded by billowing black energy, three feet long, its edge emitting a cold light, the fierce aura hitting him in the face.

It was like a demon.

But the faint black glow it emitted and the calls emanating from it seemed to be tempting Yan Qingfeng.

After a long, long contemplation.

Yan Qingfeng gritted his teeth and grabbed the hilt of the sword.

The moment he grasped the hilt, Yan Qingfeng clearly saw the terrifying visions contained within that dreadful evil aura.

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