This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable-Chapter 1612 - 59: A Chilly Autumn

Lu Qingshan was exceedingly sincere.

Xia Daoyun was looking into his eyes and could see that he was truly sincere.

Yet, she did not speak.

Thus silence enveloped them, making the scene somewhat strange.

For the first time, Lu Qingshan did not lose his confidence and continued to stare at Xia Daoyun unwaveringly, without averting his gaze. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

After a moment.

"I told you before, do not speak frivolously with other women," Xia Daoyun narrowed her eyes and suddenly laughed, her smile dazzling yet with hidden intent, "Do you think speaking to me in this way is acceptable then?"

"There is no frivolity intended, why wouldn't it be?" Lu Qingshan said earnestly, "Besides, you are not like other women."

Xia Daoyun tapped the edge of the chair with one hand while supporting her cheek with the other, shifting her gaze from Lu Qingshan to scrutinize him up and down several times.

"Sect Master Lu is bold these days." Then, Xia Daoyun stood up, looking eye to eye with Lu Qingshan.

Though her stature was exceptionally tall, there was still a gap between them, reaching only to his eyebrows.

"Shouldn't have been lacking before either," Lu Qingshan replied truthfully.

Xia Daoyun thought for a while, not knowing what she remembered, but nodded in agreement, "True enough."

"This trip to Heavenly River City has caused quite a stir, there should be some peaceful days ahead." She said.

Lu Qingshan nodded, "Don't worry; given the current situation, the second Human-Demon war could break out at any moment, I'll refrain from causing any more commotion."

"Time flies swiftly," he mused.

"Time passes quickly, so some words are better said earlier," Xia Daoyun turned away, speaking casually.

........

Xia Daoyun had already left.

Lu Qingshan walked alone in Qingshan Palace, moving towards its highest tower.

This imposing palace, situated at the core of Yumen Pass, stood like a lighthouse towering over the Eastern Domain.

But after the Qingyun Sword Immortal passed away, its brilliance had dimmed.

Until all of the Eastern Domain learned that the young Sword Sect Sect Master, at Yanlan Pass, had defeated the Bai Shuang Sword Master of the Sword Cleansing Pool, leaving behind a challenge full of spirit, only then did its faded light begin to shine again.

And with the martial review at Yumen Pass, Sword Sect flourished with countless swords, and the teacher-student battle that would surely be remembered for a long time, many people's worries were eased, and restless thoughts began to settle down.

This time, Lu Qingshan entered the Heavenly River Sea, bringing support from the Zang family to the Eastern Domain. Although it couldn't fully compensate for the Sword Sect's loss of combat power during the Central Spirit battle, it was a considerable supplement.

Everything was moving towards a stable and positive direction.

Lu Qingshan slowly ascended the steps of the tower, soon reaching the top.

At the top, there was a long table made from pearwood.

On the table, spiritual scrolls lay piled like a mountain.

These were all reports of battles, large and small, at Yumen Pass during his time at Heavenly River City.

Keep in mind, Lu Qingshan had left Yumen Pass only half a year ago.

It's evident how intense the conflict between the Human Race and the Demon Race truly was; it also showed that being this sect master was not as simple as one might think.

This was due to the tense accumulation between both sides over two thousand years, leading to constant friction and mutual probing.

Lu Qingshan sat on the chair in front of the long table and began to browse through one scroll after another.

During this, Qin Yitian quietly approached, saw Lu Qingshan seriously examining the scrolls, and refrained from disturbing him, merely standing silently behind him, watching this young man of unparalleled talent and status.

Late into the quiet night, the only sound was the picking up and setting down of scrolls.

The Three Sovereigns of the Demon Race, for now, maintained a cautious stance, yet the latest reports suggested the turbulent undercurrents had never ceased flowing.

Besides managing the battle stance outside the Pass, inside the Burning Moon Domain, military preparations were relentless.

Wave upon wave of troops were dispatched to the Yanling King Realm, neighboring the spatial tunnel between the two realms, ready to enter the battlefield at the call of the Three Sovereigns.

At this moment, more than a decade had passed since the Three Sovereigns' challenge.

Though the wounds they suffered were severe, over this period, they had recovered seventy to eighty percent.

The span of ten years was long enough for the Demon Race's Three Sovereigns to restore their Element Qi, yet insufficient for Xue Wujian to cultivate a sword capable of threatening the Three Sovereigns again.

And the last remnants of sword qi left behind by Li Qiubai in life had completely dissipated following Xia Daoyun's thirty-thousand-mile sword qi rampage.

Only Yu Canghai could once again deploy the Long Wind Sword Formation.

At the cost of his own Sword Dao.

For a sword cultivator at this level, the Sword Dao was as precious as life itself.

Lu Qingshan absolutely did not wish to see such a thing happen.

He slowly set down the scroll, gazed afar from his elevated position, observing the changes in light within Yumen Pass.

Turning to the side.

On the wall, a detailed comprehensive map of the geography beyond Yumen Pass was hanging.

Remarkably comprehensive, not just the terrain, but also marking places, paths, and numbers where Demon Race cultivators had appeared over the past century, all frequently updated.

The reason Yumen Pass had remained impregnable for twenty thousand years was not only due to the height and strength of its walls but also due to the formidable Long Wind Formation and Qingyun Sword Immortal's domain-stabilizing Divine Sword, and numerous Yumen Pass cultivators who disregard their lives.

Yet, in front of the Demon Race, the latter seemed of little worth.

Demon Race cultivators may not disregard their lives, but they were forced to do so.

Though their subjective attitudes differ, the outcomes are the same.

Moreover, the number of Demon Race cultivators far exceeded that of Yumen Pass cultivators.

As for the former...

Qingyun Sword Immortal existed no longer, and the Long Wind Formation, no matter how strong, cannot stand alone.

Before the outbreak of the second Human-Demon war.

Of the three most skilled combatants, one sleeps eternally in Chang'an, another lies in Central Spirit.

The Human Race desperately needs a new Sword Immortal, especially in the Eastern Domain.

Knowing is easy, doing is hard.

Lu Qingshan closed his eyes and concentrated.

Qin Yitian saw her young master's worry.

Stepping forward, she gently placed her hands on Lu Qingshan's temples, softly pressing.

"Young master, is the situation so grim?" she asked softly.

"The autumn night chill is good," Lu Qingshan muttered after a moment, opening his eyes, watching a Sword Light pass through the gate, evading the question.

Within half a year, Yumen Pass transitioned from the awakening of insects to the arrival of dews.

The summer heat had dissipated, and the weather was gradually cooling, growing chillier.

......

The autumn wind on the night of White Dew, a line of geese flying southward.

During the White Dew season, Sword Sect's Sect Master Lu Qingshan returned to Yumen Pass.

On that same day, Xia Daoyun left Yumen Pass with a sword departing Heavenly Mountain.

No one knew where she was headed.

She never told anyone why she was leaving.

Including Lu Qingshan, she did not say.

But Lu Qingshan knew.

No woman had ever achieved the status of Sword Immortal.

No matter how praises are sung of this woman's unparalleled talent and beauty as a sword cultivator, nothing could change a fact.

Xia Daoyun remained just at the Tribulation Crossing Realm.

She still had room for improvement, could still advance to the Eighth Tribulation and even challenge the Ninth Tribulation Realm, but for her, so long as she was not a Sword Immortal, none of it held any significance.

Yet she was just a step away.

However, that single step might require traveling millions of miles to attain.