This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

Chapter 420: Chapter 44: Divine Sword and Demonic Sword (Additional update 6/10 for Alliance Leader “FengchenCc”)_3

But the strength of Blood Sea Evil Creatures only grows stronger without end.

Once the Sword Master is defeated by a Blood Sea Evil Beast, he will completely succumb to its control, becoming a monstrous devil who knows only slaughter.

Thus, one who wields this sword is known as a Demonic Cultivator.”

Three thousand years ago, the previous Sword Master Queyao succumbed to this fate and wreaked havoc upon the human world.

“It took my Langya Sword Pavilion the strength of nine bulls and two tigers to suppress him, but unfortunately, we accidentally let this Demonic Sword escape.”

“Therefore,” said the Sword Master of Langya gently, “to prevent my young friend from ultimately succumbing, I hope you would hand over the sword, and my Langya Sword Pavilion will permanently seal it beneath Langya Mountain.”

“Of course, as this is your sword, for you to part with it would make my Langya Sword Sect seem overly domineering. As compensation, I can offer you our Sect’s Divine Slaying Sword in its place. What do you think of this proposal?”

“Sect Master?!” Jiang Xue exclaimed in shock.

The cultivators below also cried out in surprise.

The Sword Master of Langya waved his hand, “Yan friend is highly talented in the Sword Dao, worthy of the Divine Slaying Sword, no more need be said.”

The Divine Slaying Sword, besides the Langya sword, is the second Divine Sword of the Langya Sword Pavilion.

It could also be called the second greatest Divine Sword in the world.

To accept the offer would mean exchanging Queyao for the second greatest Divine Sword in the world, surely not a loss.

To refuse would mean facing the peril of being devoured by Queyao and bearing the name of a Demonic Cultivator.

This deal seemed like there was nothing to hesitate about.

Countless gazes converged upon Lu Qingshan at this moment.

A mysterious and profound strength suddenly enveloped Lu Qingshan.

Lu Qingshan could feel this extraordinary power.

The function of this power was simple, ensuring that each of Lu Qingshan’s choices henceforward would come from the heart, and not as the “correct answer” written to pass a test or to second-guess the questioner’s intentions.

“I won’t trade,” Lu Qingshan shook his head and replied.

The crowd was in an uproar, and the Sword Master of Langya’s eyes held a shadow of darkness, “Do you realize that if you do not surrender the Demonic Sword today, you will become a Demonic Cultivator despised by all and at any moment might be devoured by the sword?”

“Whether I’m a Demonic Cultivator is not something a sword can determine,” Lu Qingshan said.

The Sword Master of Langya’s face showed a complex and unfathomable expression, and ultimately, he angrily flicked his sleeve and turned to leave.

Lu Qingshan, amid the unusual gazes of the other cultivators, returned to the Qingyun Sect with the second-place finish in the tournament of Ascending Positions.

Qingyun Mountain loomed in the distance, with the Qingyun Sect in sight.

Lu Qingshan was about to enter the Sect.

But at this moment, all scenes began to shatter, and the landscape changed dramatically.

In a flash, Qingyun Mountain turned into Mount Tai.

Lu Qingshan returned to the path on Mount Tai.

In front of him, within the illusion, Lu Qingshan played the role of the character Yan Qingfeng.

“In the Heart-Asking Realm, the heart’s strength guides. Inside, no one can make a choice that goes against their heart,” Yan Qingfeng looked at Lu Qingshan and slowly said, “Thus, deep down you truly do not wish to trade swords, not just to pass this Heart-Asking Realm with an insincere choice.”

“But why? Why make such a choice?” Yan Qingfeng frowned, puzzled, “Why would you rather bear the curses and identity of a Demonic Cultivator?”

“What defines you is never the Sword Artifact itself, but the way you wield it,” Lu Qingshan said.

Yan Qingfeng was startled, then his eyes lit up with realization, muttering to himself, “What defines you is never the Sword Artifact itself, but the way you wield it.”

“Yet Queyao pulling you into the Blood Sea Hell, to confront the Blood Sea Evil Beasts is a reality.

The Blood Sea Evil Beasts do indeed grow stronger, and maybe next time you will be defeated and suffer being devoured.

Don’t you feel that fear?” Yan Qingfeng asked again.

“The fear does exist,” Lu Qingshan nodded, speaking softly, “But running away is just one of the options.”

Yan Qingfeng was startled again, staring at Lu Qingshan’s calm and handsome face, he suddenly laughed with relief, his laughter echoing halfway up the mountain, “Wonderful! Lu friend is truly a remarkable person.”

Laughing as he did, Yan Qingfeng’s laughter gradually became melancholic.

“If only I had been as resolute as Lu friend back then,” Yan Qingfeng said with regret.

He waved his hand.

The scenes reappeared.

He was still the Langya Sword Master, still the substitution of the Divine Sword for the Demonic Sword.

On one side was the notorious reputation of a Demonic Cultivator and the constant terror of being consumed by the sword, and on the other side was the second most powerful Divine Sword in the world.

There was no reason to refuse.

Yan Qingfeng accepted the sword.

A hundred years later.

Yan Qingfeng became the Sect Master of Qingyun Sect. @@novelbin@@

On the day he assumed the role of Sect Master, the Langya Sword Master, wielding an immense force, launched a war of domination against all sects in the Cultivation World.

Sect after sect fell like dominos.

In the blink of an eye, out of thirty-six sects, thirty-four had either pledged allegiance or been annihilated.

The Langya Sword Master entered that final sect alone.

Qingyun Sect.

Yan Qingfeng, now the Sect Master of Qingyun Sect, confronted him.

It was merely a single stroke of the sword.

Yan Qingfeng, who was reputed to be invincible among men, was defeated.

Yan Qingfeng looked at the dark sword in the Langya Sword Master’s hand and mocked, “In order to unite the Cultivation World, the Langya Sword Master has willingly served the Demonic Sword, degenerating into a Demonic Cultivator.”

The Langya Sword Master calmly looked at Yan Qingfeng and retorted, “Who told you that Queyao is a Demonic Sword?”

Yan Qingfeng was stunned.

“The game is over; I might as well tell you the truth,” the Langya Sword Master said coldly with a sneer, as a terrifying skeletal visage began to emerge amidst swirling black fog.

“A demonic beast!” Yan Qingfeng exclaimed in shock.

The Langya Sword Master looked exactly like the evil beast from the Blood Sea Hell.

“Queyao, even enchanting beings bow before it. It suppresses the evil creatures of Heaven and Earth, a supreme Divine Sword, how could it be a Demonic Sword?” the Langya Sword Master cackled, “The original Queyao Sword Master used the sword to suppress the Blood Sea Hell, sealing all the evil beasts within the sword.

After ten thousand years, the former Queyao Sword Master had perished, and I was fortunate enough to escape the suppression. Hence, Queyao did everything possible to suppress me again.”

“But however strong the divine power of Queyao, it is still just a sword, incapable of confronting enemies on its own. That’s why it needed to find a new Sword Master.

It could grant the Sword Master endless divine power, but to train a Sword Master, it would have to pull them into the Blood Sea Hell for a trial.

Only those who passed the trial would obtain the corresponding divine power.”

“The second Queyao Sword Master tried to slay me with Queyao and was killed by me instead, but before he died, he cast Queyao away.

Queyao fled thousands of miles, and I could not catch it.

Later, I transformed into a member of the Human Race, took charge of the Langya Sword Pavilion, and searched in vain for Queyao for a thousand years.”

“And you,” the Langya Sword Master mocked, “are the third Sword Master that Queyao has set its sights on. It just probably never expected that its own Sword Master would abandon it because of a fictitious name of a Demonic Sword that I made up.”

Yan Qingfeng felt as if struck by lightning.

The Langya Sword Master dealt another blow, “Queyao is not a Demonic Sword, but the sword in your hands is indeed a true Demonic Sword.”

Yan Qingfeng looked blankly at the radiant divine sword in his hands.

The Divine Slaying Sword.

“It does not slay demons, it does not exorcise demons; curiously, it slays immortals,” the Langya Sword Master said indifferently, “Who would ‘Divine Slaying’ refer to if not a demon? The reason why the Divine Slaying Sword was placed in the high Langya pavilion untouched for a thousand years is precisely that it is a Demonic Sword.”

“Take Queyao, the Divine Sword, and exchange it for the Divine Slaying, the Demonic Sword.” The Langya Sword Master laughed, “Foolishness.”

With another swing of his sword, light and darkness flickered in the world, and Yan Qingfeng fell.

….

“Facing fear, I retreated; facing temptation, my heart stirred; Queyao chose me, but I was not worthy of it,” Yan Qingfeng said with self-mockery.

“This ending is my own doing. I have no one else to blame.

I just hate that I brought shame to Queyao, allowing it to become a demonic sword used by the Langya Sword Master to wreak havoc, bringing chaos to the world with evil beasts.”

Yan Qingfeng sighed deeply, stepped aside, and cleared the narrow mountain path that now revealed the peak of Mount Tai behind him.

He looked at Lu Qingshan with a meaningful expression, “A Sword Cultivator like you is worthy of wielding any Divine Sword.”

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