This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable-Chapter 1594 - 50: A Fish

Half a month may seem exceptionally short to most living beings in the world, not even long enough for a flower to bloom.

But for the Dao and Demon tribes who have mobilized their armies, this half month has been like an endlessly dark nightmare.

Since half a month ago, the ambush line composed of cultivators from the Dao and Demon tribes has been shrouded by an invisible nightmare.

For both the Demon Race cultivators and the Taoism alike, it is a despairing nightmare.

Like the Sword of Damocles hanging overhead, no one knows when it will fall upon them.

It is precisely this known inevitability of its fall, without knowing when, that is most suffocating.

Under such pressure, everyone must keep their nerves taut and maintain high vigilance at all times.

Even the Four-step Taoist cultivators or High Ranking Demon Venerables cannot claim to be fearless; they must be prepared.

Such a state of pervasive anxiety and extreme tension, maintained for one or two days, is enough to drain a person, let alone keeping it up for half a month.

The name Lu Qingshan has left an indelible mark on them.

In half a month, the Dao and Demon tribes encountered attacks from Lu Qingshan forty-nine times, averaging three times a day, and even Dao Wuya was attacked once.

The casualties were even more devastating.

Fourteen Intermediate Demon Venerables and forty-one Low Ranking Demon Venerables of the Demon Race have fallen.

The Taoism lost one Three-step Taoist cultivator, three Two-step cultivators, and sixteen One-step cultivators.

In total, seventy-five Nine Realms Cultivators and Ninth Grade Demon Cultivators were lost.

Despite so many encounters, no one has been able to capture Lu Qingshan.

Not to mention capturing him, no one has even seen Lu Qingshan’s figure.

Only Dao Wuya has ever seen Lu Qingshan’s sword, and that’s all.

Nobody could witness his attacks; they could only watch helplessly as he brought slaughter.

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Dao Wuya and Qian Venerable meet once again.

At this moment, the aura around them is as heavy as leaden clouds, frozen and lingering.

They study the ambush line laid out by the joint forces of the two tribes in a chart.

Stretched across millions of miles, the ambush line is now marked with red crosses.

These are the points where they encountered Lu Qingshan’s attacks over the half month, with annotations indicating the exact sequence of events.

From 1.5 million miles east to 2 million miles west, every hundred thousand miles or so, a red cross appears, and in some places, even twice.

Lu Qingshan seems to be mocking everyone by using this method, suggesting: Don’t think that just because I’ve struck this place once, I won’t strike again, so you can relax your guard.

He’s forcing everyone to keep the tension tight, until it breaks.

At first, Qian Venerable tried to study Lu Qingshan’s behavioral patterns to predict his next step.

However, upon truly delving into the research, they had to draw one conclusion.

There is no pattern, absolutely no pattern.

Lu Qingshan acts entirely randomly, leaving no trace to be found.

Even the targets of his attacks lack any pattern.

Clearly, the High Ranking Demon Venerables and Four-step Taoist cultivators can resist his Primordial Spirit Secret Sword, rendering his strikes futile and only increasing his risk of exposure, yet he still occasionally targets the High Ranking Demon Venerables. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

He is even audacious enough to have attacked Dao Wuya once.

Nobody knows the purpose of Lu Qingshan’s assaults, but everyone understands this means no one can afford to feel fortunate.

Dao Wuya believes this is precisely Lu Qingshan’s intent.

"So young, yet so deviously cunning. This kid is a born villain, truly showing that human nature is inherently evil!" Dao Wuya looked at the red crosses on the chart, wishing desperately to leap into it and drag Lu Qingshan out.

For others, they must remain on high alert against Lu Qingshan’s sudden attacks, but he himself has no fear.

Because Lu Qingshan absolutely cannot deal with him.

Yet, he also had no solution for dealing with Lu Qingshan.

This sword cultivator, haunting the Heavenly River Sea like a ghost, gave Dao Wuya a deep sense of defeat for the first time in his life.

"Over this half month, we’ve tried every means.

Whether setting traps and baits or conducting large-scale searches, even resorting to luck, we’ve come up empty-handed," Qian Venerable said, disapproval tinging his voice. "Not even when he targeted you, could you keep a hold of him."

Dao Wuya’s face was difficult, yet he had no words to counter.

"We’ve been run ragged time and again, like playthings to be toyed with, and the losses among the subordinates we brought have been severe," Qian Venerable’s aura grew even colder, yet his demeanor became calm as he gazed at the chart filled with red crosses.

He waved his hand, releasing demonic qi that enveloped the chart, dissolving it into flying ash that vanished over time.

"I won’t play with him anymore."

Dao Wuya was stunned, staring blankly at Qian Venerable.

"Since there’s no way to deal with him, there’s no need to persist pointlessly, merely sending our lives to him," Qian Venerable said coldly. "My Demon Race is preparing to withdraw."

The Demon Race’s Ninth Grade is not precious.

But this lack of value is relative, it’s relative to the Human Race’s Nine Realms cultivators, so as long as it’s an exchange of one for one, it’s a huge profit, and two for one, or three for one is not a loss.

But the current situation, with such losses without any gain, even for the Demon Race, is extremely painful.

Therefore, Qian Venerable very calmly suppressed his anger and made the decision to retreat.

"As for his life, once the second Dao and Demon war begins, when my Demon Clan’s army approaches the city gates, where can he run then?