Volume 7: The Strongest Four Realms Chapter 26: Soul Washing Pond
A night of cold plateau wind blew by, and the tiny Yang Qing'er crawled out of the low and crude cave, looking at the cave entrance covered with traces of wind and sand with a headache.
This will take quite a while to clean up.
But for Yang Qing'er, this trouble is happiness.
Not only did he survive a situation where he was thought to be dead, but he was also lucky enough to move from the depths of the desolate desert to this plateau with a little greenery.
Even though the residence was changed from a tent to a cave dwelling that was in line with the characteristics of the plateau, Yang Qing'er was extremely happy.
Huh? Why didn't I see anyone today?
Yang Qing'er took a look and found that the other cave entrances were empty, which made her feel a little puzzled.
Logically speaking, everyone should be busy clearing the sand from the cave entrance at this time.
How come the wind and sand haven’t gone away yet, but the people are gone!
Did I get up too early?
Yang Qing'er thought subconsciously.
Just then, a burst of cheers came from across a small hill.
Yang Qing'er's heart moved, and she hurried over to the sound to see what was going on.
The small hill was only a few steps away. The next moment, Yang Qing'er looked at the scene in front of her, stunned where she stood, her eyes gradually turning red.
The adults and children in the tribe, both men and women, gathered in a circle at this time.
There were three people standing in the circle, a handsome young man, a woman with a noble temperament, and a monk who looked intimidating without even getting angry.
However, at this moment, in Yang Qing'er's eyes, the only thing left was the young man.
Because that man once fought against thousands of wolf monsters on his own and saved their tribe.
…
Before leaving the Xisha Plateau, Lu Qingshan decided to take a last look at the Sheep Tribe that was settled here by the Chicken Soup Temple.
At this moment, he was surrounded by a group of grateful Sheep Tribe people, and everyone looked at him with awe and admiration.
Lu Qingshan glanced over and happened to catch a glimpse of the dazed little girl on the hillside.
He waved to the little girl on the hillside.
Yang Qing'er reacted immediately, ran down in a hurry, ran to Lu Qingshan, lowered her head and timidly called out: "Sir."
Yang Qing'er was wearing a woolen outfit with left-side lapel and narrow sleeves. She was so timid that her face turned slightly red in front of Lu Qingshan.
She grasped the corner of her clothes with her fingers, and after calling him "Sir", she didn't know what to say.
Lu Qingshan smiled and asked, "Are you still practicing the sword style I taught you?"
"Yes." Yang Qing'er mustered up the courage to raise her head, looked into Lu Qingshan's gentle eyes, and said seriously.
After saying this, Yang Qing'er couldn't help but lower her brows again.
Lu Qingshan rubbed Yang Qinger's hair and said, "Practice well so that you can protect your tribe in the future."
"I'm leaving now. Also, this sword is for you."
The voice of "Sir" rang in Yang Qing'er's ears. When she raised her head again, she found that the Sir and the other two had disappeared from the spot.
In front of her, a green long sword was partially embedded in the ground.
This should be the sword that the master gave me.
Yang Qing'er thought blankly.
She stretched out her right hand, grasped the hilt of the sword, exerted a little force, and pulled the sword out from the ground.
There was a flash of bright sword light, and the sword was already in the little girl's hand.
Yang Qing'er was surprised to find that this sword, which looked very extraordinary, was actually very light for some reason.
Even for someone as weak as her, it was effortless to use, as if it was tailor-made for her.
Suddenly, the little girl saw two large words on the sword that were glowing with a faint silver light.
It’s a pity that she came from a poor tribe and was illiterate.
"Yue Nu," the Sheep Clan leader beside him seemed to see Yang Qing'er's confusion and took the initiative to explain: "These two words are 'Yue Nu'."
"The Sword of Yue Girl..." Yang Qing'er murmured.
She should have been extremely happy to receive the sword from her master, but at this moment, she clearly felt more disappointed.
I don't know if I'll have the chance to see you again...
Yang Qing'er thought.
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Yunlin City is a large human city adjacent to the Mogao Desert.
There are many local practitioners in the Mogao Desert, and there are also many ascetic monks who enter Mogao to practice asceticism. These people use Yunlin City as a place for supplies.
This makes Yunlin City, which is clearly located in a remote area, appear strangely prosperous.
At this time, there were some people with strange looks in various restaurants in the city and near the city gates.
Among these people, some are obviously not very good at disguising themselves. Anyone with a little bit of insight can see that they are uncomfortable and seem to have some ulterior motive.
But no one cares too much about this.
Because, in this city, there are too many monks who have ulterior motives.
As long as it's not directed at me, who would care about other people's business?
In an inn with an excellent geographical location very close to the city gate, in a guest room next to the window, there were two monks leaning against the window, secretly watching the people entering and leaving the city gate.
"How long do you think we have to hide here? We don't know why Lu Qingshan came into Mogao, and we don't know when he will come out. The higher-ups have assigned us the task and asked us to sit back and wait for Lu Qingshan to show up. If Lu Qingshan finds some secluded place in Mogao and practices for several years, don't we have to wait here for several years too? That's too funny." One of the younger monks complained with some dissatisfaction.
"This is a large-scale operation involving personnel from the entire mansion and its importance is self-evident. You'd better complain less, do our job well, and keep a close eye on it. If Lu Qingshan passes by us and we don't discover him in time and report it, and then we are held accountable, I'm afraid neither you nor I will be in trouble." The older monk warned in a deep voice.
The young cultivator's slightly impatient expression subsided a little, but he soon asked curiously, "Why is Lu Qingshan so highly regarded by the higher-ups? Isn't he just a leader in the Seven Realms? Why do they have to mobilize all of our manpower to wait and see?"
The older monk shook his head. "I don't know the details. I asked Lord Yaksha quietly, and he just said that Lu Qingshan's value is unimaginable and is related to the ultimate plan of our underworld, so we must not take it lightly."
The young monk remained silent, but this time, his impatient expression finally turned completely serious.
"Another monk has entered the city." The young monk suddenly said.
The two men looked towards the city gate through the slightly opened window, their eyes wandering like hunters examining their prey.
There were three monks entering the city at this time, and they were obviously traveling together.
There were three people walking together. One was a bald monk dressed as a Buddhist, one was a young man in black, and the other was a woman with an extremely stunning appearance, which made the young monks take a few more glances at them.
"Let's not talk about the girl, her gender doesn't match. He's definitely not a monk. Lu Qingshan is a sword cultivator. Given the temperament of a sword cultivator, even if he is disguising himself, he wouldn't dress up as a monk. But the young cultivator's age seems to match. Could it be?" There was some hope in the young cultivator's tone.
"No. " Came the cold voice of the older monk.
In his hand, he held an ancient bronze mirror.
On the ancient mirror, three streams of light smoke of different colors and thicknesses emerged.
"According to the cultivation mirror, the bald monk is at the level of Lianxu, the woman is at the level of Yuanying, and the young man is just a young cultivator of Qi Refining. According to the intelligence, Lu Qingshan is a Yuanying cultivator, which obviously doesn't match up," the older cultivator sighed and continued, "There are seven or eight large cities of the human race on the edge of the Mogao Desert. The probability of Lu Qingshan appearing in Yunlin City is extremely low. We just need to do our job, but don't expect too much."
It is not easy to find a needle in a haystack, especially when Lu Qingshan is traveling, he is very likely to have a magical tool to disguise and change his appearance.
Therefore, in order not to miss Lu Qingshan's whereabouts, the underworld specially prepared some magical tools to assist in the surveillance operation.
The ancient bronze mirror is such a magical instrument.
The name of the Dharma instrument is Zhaoxiujing.
Its function is very simple, which is to detect a cultivator's cultivation level silently.
Of course, there are also great limitations. This magic weapon is only effective against cultivators at the fifth level and below, and it is impossible to penetrate higher levels.
But it is enough to find out Lu Qingshan.
——Even if you, Lu Qingshan, are ever-changing, can your cultivation level still improve by leaps and bounds in a short period of time?
With the help of the cultivation mirror, they only need to identify the identity of the cultivator in the early Nascent Soul stage.
In fact, cultivators of this level of cultivation can be considered to have achieved great success. Generally speaking, there are not many of them.
The two of them had been hiding in Yunlin City for more than ten days. So far, they had only seen one Nascent Soul cultivator, and that was the woman in front of them.
As for other Nascent Soul cultivators, he had never seen even a single hair of them, let alone Lu Qingshan.
The young monk was somewhat dejected, watching the bald monk and the young man bidding farewell at the city gate, and then asked, "This Void Refining monk and Nascent Soul cultivator actually brought a Qi Refining monk to this kind of place, what kind of strange arrangement is this?"
"It could be a great monk from some sect, traveling with his disciples." The older monk answered nonchalantly.
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"As instructed by the abbot, I will send you two to Yunlin City." The senior monk from the Chicken Soup Temple said solemnly to the young man and woman in front of them.
"Thank you, Haode Arhat." Lu Qingshan expressed his respect to Haode Arhat.
To get from the Xisha Plateau to the nearest human city, one has to cross thousands of miles of desert, fly directly to Mogao, and then exit from Mogao.
First, his current cultivation level does not allow it, and second, he has some karmic relationship with Chicken Soup Temple.
So Lu Qingshan simply asked the monks from Chicken Soup Temple to give him a ride and take him to Yunlin City.
Naturally, the Chicken Soup Monk would not refuse Lu Qingshan's request, and he even specially sent Haode Arhat, who had the cultivation level of Lianxu, to send him and Qin Yitian to Yunlin City.
"Amitabha, it's just a small matter, not worth bothering," Haode Luohan put his hands together and replied, "I will say goodbye to the two donors."
After he finished speaking, Haode Luohan went straight out of the city and his figure quickly disappeared from Lu Qingshan's sight.
After taking a long breath, Lu Qingshan took Qin Yitian and turned to the teleportation array in the city.
His cultivation had not yet recovered, so after leaving the Chicken Soup Temple, he habitually used the Night-Traveling Ancient Jade to change his appearance.
He didn't know that due to various expected and unexpected factors, he was already walking openly under the noses of the monks in the underworld who were watching him covetously.
Lu Qingshan’s destination for this trip was very simple and clear.
Use the Yunlin City teleportation array to directly reach Xiaowan City.
Xiaowan City is one of the large cities established by Daxia in the Western Regions.
And in this prosperous city, there is a secret place for spiritual practice belonging to Daxia.
Soul washing pool!
