Volume 7: The Strongest Four Realms Chapter 8: The Willing One Takes the Bait
It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge.
A sword cultivator's revenge will never be delayed overnight.
With a flash of light, the dragon bird that had killed the old cultivator Huang Zhong with a single sword flew back from the Dongque City and entered Lu Qingshan's body.
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Countless cultivators and mortals in Dongque City were all stunned by the sword from the sky and the sudden explosion of the Dongque Equipment Shop, not knowing what was going on.
They only knew that something big was going to happen in Dongque City today.
The Jindan cultivator who was in charge of the weapon shop of the Dongque tribe was killed so blatantly. If the Dongque tribe does not make some response, how can they survive in the Mogao Desert in the future?
In such a wild land, once you lose your power and reputation, you will be eaten up immediately by the hungry wolves who are eyeing you covetously.
"Where did you come from, you villain? How dare you be so arrogant!" Just a few breaths later, a powerful but angry voice came from the core area of Dongque City and spread throughout the entire Dongque City.
Then, a red stream of light rose from the ground.
The monks in the city, upon hearing this powerful voice, began to talk to each other in low voices.
"Even the leader of the Dongque tribe was alarmed. This is a great cultivator in the Void Refinement Stage..."
Among the two major forces in the Mogao Desert, the nine clan leaders of the Nine Clan Alliance are all physical cultivators in the early stage of refining emptiness.
The leader of the sand bandits, Old Man Vulture, has reached the middle stage of the Void Refining Realm.
This is also the reason why these two major forces can confront each other in the Mogao Desert.
At the same time, in various parts of Dongque City, other cultivators of the Dongque tribe, also followed the red stream of light transformed by their family leader with great anger and headed straight for Lu Qingshan outside the city.
All of this shows how much anger today's events have aroused among the Dongque tribe.
This is indeed the case. Their Dongque tribe has dominated the Mogao Desert for so many years. Even Old Vulture has not been so arrogant as to dare to kill the deacon monk of their tribe with the cultivation level of Jindan in the city in public.
The red light fell in front of Lu Qingshan, revealing a figure inside.
He was a middle-aged monk, tall in stature, with five-colored bird totems on his arms.
The middle-aged male cultivator looked at Lu Qingshan, who had an indifferent expression, with fiery eyes.
He is the patriarch of the Dongque tribe, Dongque Yan.
The next moment, without saying a word, Dong Queyan took ruthless action.
In the Mogao Desert, strength is the truth.
Why did Lu Qingshan kill the monks of their tribe? We have to fight them first to find out.
If he is vulnerable, even if Lu Qingshan has a good reason, he will not be able to escape death in Dong Queyan's eyes.
The five-colored bird totem imprinted on Dong Queyan's hand began to emit a raging fire. He swung his palm out, and his arm suddenly grew dozens of feet in size. The fiery state of mind surged out of the Tao seed in his body.
The five-colored bird is a fire-attributed beast, so the physical practitioners of the Dongque tribe, who use the five-colored bird as their totem, usually perceive moods related to fire.
The same was true for Dong Queyan. He condensed the Tao Seed with the middle-level state of mind: the state of fire, and thus advanced to the stage of refining emptiness.
Under the blessing of the fire state of mind, Dong Queyan's palm directly turned into a huge flaming peak, covering Lu Qingshan.
The huge mountains seem to have infinite pressure, making people feel suffocated and dry in the mouth.
Lu Qingshan also didn't say much nonsense.
The truth will be revealed with your own hands.
A sharp light flashed in his eyes, and he released the Dragon Bird, while at the same time stepping back to put some distance between them.
Although Lu Qingshan is confident, he is not arrogant.
Faced with a Void Refining cultivator whose cultivation level was a whole major level higher than his, he could only fight against him by using the Taoist weapon Dragon Bird.
Boom!
The sound of sonic boom exploded from the sky, and as the dragon bird appeared, flames of fire rose from the sword.
The flying sword was like thunder and tide, bombarding the huge palm that was coming towards it with great ferocity.
When Longque collided with the palm that turned into a giant flaming peak, visible ripples instantly spread out and rushed in all directions.
The aftermath was like a fire cloud blooming in the sky, which amazed everyone watching the scene in the city.
The flying sword was knocked back and the giant flaming peak also collapsed.
Dong Queyan could feel that when his palm collided with Lu Qingshan's flying sword, infinite power was transmitted from the flying sword.
Even the sharpness faintly revealed by the flying sword was intended to break his Yang Sui body that he had cultivated to perfection.
"What a powerful state of mind..." Dong Queyan's heart suddenly tightened. With his cultivation and vision, he naturally understood that the sharp intention came from the power of state of mind. "Also, why does his flying sword seem to be able to ignore my power of fire state of mind?"
It was precisely because the flying sword ignored his flaming state of mind that even though he was obviously much more powerful than Lu Qingshan, the two moves ended in a draw.
He naturally didn't know that the Dragon Bird Sword was immune to all kinds of fire.
In front of the dragon bird, all accompanying fire attacks will be ignored.
Ryūjaku only had to contend with the power of the move itself.
"This sword cultivator was able to fight the clan leader to a draw?!" Seeing this, the other cultivators of the Dongque tribe were all horrified. "It seems that the clan leader can't defeat this arrogant boy in a short time?"
“Okay, okay, okay!” Looking at Lu Qingshan who looked calm, Dong Queyan laughed instead of getting angry and shouted, “Take another move from me.”
This time, Dong Queyan has given it his all and shown no mercy.
On his arms, the five-colored bird totem seemed to be revived and slowly broke free.
After a moment.
Dong Queyan waved his hands with strong murderous intent, and the shadow of the five-colored bird lingered on his palms, covering the sky and rushing straight towards Lu Qingshan.
Howl!
There was even the sound of the high-pitched chirping of five-colored birds in the void, which was extremely harsh.
Facing this fierce attack, Lu Qingshan just sneered.
"Does a swallow dare to compete with a dragon bird?"
As soon as he thought about it, the phoenix pattern on the Dragon Sparrow Sword flashed suddenly, and the temperature of the air rose sharply at this moment.
The dragon bird waved a blazing red sword light, facing Dong Que Yan's attack.
During the flight, a loud voice suddenly came from above the dragon bird.
The sound is as sonorous as the cry of a phoenix in the sky, clear and melodious, unparalleled.
Dragon Bird: Phoenix cry.
A phoenix soul shadow flew out from the sword light, and with a clear whistle, it crashed into the five-colored bird phantom in Dong Queyan's hand.
Phoenix and sparrow.
The winner is obvious.
The shadow of the five-colored bird disappeared in an instant, and all the flames were swept away by the soul shadow of the phoenix .
hiss!
The dragon bird, whose power had not diminished, stabbed directly into Dong Que Yan's right palm.
The next moment, Dong Queyan's face twitched slightly.
A drop of blood was already oozing out from the palm of his hand. Although it was evaporated by the flame in his hand the moment it appeared, he was indeed injured by this sword.
The first fight ended in a draw.
In this second fight, even though he gave it his all, he was actually at a disadvantage?
Dong Queyan was shocked, but he also understood that this showed that Lu Qingshan already had the capital to talk to him.
"Who are you and why do you want to be an enemy of my Dongque tribe?" Dong Queyan felt his palm still aching slightly, his expression gradually became solemn, and he finally stopped and asked the first sentence.
In fact, he could clearly sense that Lu Qingshan had not yet condensed the Dao Seed, but was only at the Nascent Soul stage.
But this Nascent Soul swordsman was extremely strange. His flying sword was so powerful that even he could not underestimate him.
Such a powerful Yuanying sword cultivator is rare, which gave Dong Queyan an idea. His heart skipped a beat and he asked again, "Could it be that you came from the Sword Washing Pool?"
"I trusted your Dongque tribe, so I bought a map from your Dongque shop. I didn't expect that the monks of your Dongque tribe were secretly colluding with the sand bandits and sold my information to them."
Lu Qingshan did not answer Dong Queyan's second question, but directly said sarcastically: "If I did not have some skills, I would have been beheaded and buried in the sand. Is this the way you Dong Que tribe treats guests?"
"Colluding with the Sand Bandits?" Dong Queyan frowned and said in surprise: "This is impossible?!"
Lu Qingshan looked at Dong Queyan meaningfully.
The sand bandits committed crimes in the Mogao Desert and even massacred many local small tribes, which had long aroused the anger of local monks.
Therefore, no matter whether Dong Queyan really didn't know about this matter or was pretending not to know about it, he had to act as if he was completely ignorant of it at this moment, otherwise he would be criticized by everyone.
whoosh!
Lu Qingshan didn't care whether Dong Queyan was acting or not. He just threw a jade slip to Dong Queyan, and then channeled his spiritual power into the sound so that everyone in the city could hear his voice.
Then, Lu Qingshan said in a loud voice: "Not long ago, the old bandit from Shendu wanted to kill me, but he was not good enough, so I killed him instead. This is the jade slip I found in his storage ring. It records all the dirty deeds he and Huang Zhong, the Jindan cultivator from your Dongque tribe, have done over the years. I don't need to explain the right and wrong, the leader of the Dongque tribe will know it at a glance."
Dong Queyan's expression changed and he quickly took the jade slip and probed his spiritual sense into it.
After a few breaths, he raised his head, hesitated for a moment, and finally gave Lu Qingshan a fist and said, "This must be a misunderstanding, fellow Taoist, please forgive me. I will definitely investigate it carefully. If such a ridiculous thing really happened, I will definitely apologize to you."
Lu Qingshan looked at Dong Que Yan and said with a half-smile, "You don't need to apologize. I have already personally received the apology that should be asked. There is no need for Chief Dong Que to add icing on the cake. But Chief Dong Que, it is best to restrain your own cultivators, so as not to bring disaster upon yourself in the future."
Dong Queyan's expression did not fluctuate too much, and he smiled and responded, "Daoyou is right."
Seeing that Dong Queyan was so understanding, Lu Qingshan flicked his sleeves, flew up on his sword, and left Dongque City again.
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"Father, this man has humiliated our Dongque tribe so much, why do you let him go so easily?" After Lu Qingshan's figure faded away, a figure flew from behind and landed beside Dongqueyan, with anger hidden in his expression.
This person is Dong Queyan’s son, Dong Que Xiao.
“Stupid,” Dong Queyan scolded his son in a low voice, “Although this person is only at the Nascent Soul stage, the flying sword skills he displayed are by no means ordinary.
Even if I could defeat him by relying on my cultivation, it would be extremely difficult to kill him.
But if I really kill him, it would be tantamount to making a mortal enemy with him.
Do you think that such a powerful Nascent Soul Swordsman would not have a sect to support him?
When the sect behind him comes knocking on our door, where will we put Dongque City?
Besides, he is so young, but his methods are so terrifying. What level will he reach in ten or twenty years? Wouldn't it be self-destruction to make an enemy of such a cultivator? "
Although Lu Qingshan did not answer his second question, in Dong Queyan's heart, Lu Qingshan's inheritance was most likely from the sword master of the Western Regions, Xijianchi.
Even if they are not, they are definitely other top-level sword-cultivating sects, which are not something that a small Dongque tribe like theirs can afford to provoke.
Dong Que Xiao's face changed when he heard this, and his breathing became a little rapid. He soon came to his senses, and then he lowered his head slightly, "I was reckless."
"But, what's the purpose of a swordsman from a famous family coming to this desolate desert?" Dong Queyan couldn't help but mutter to himself as he watched Lu Qingshan leave.
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At this time, in Dongque City, several monks, whose faces were hidden under their headscarves and only their eyes were exposed, looked at each other and said, "Brother, it seems that the leader of Sindhu was... killed by this sword cultivator?"
"It seems so..." The monk called Big Brother nodded and said in a low voice.
"That?!"
"Hurry up and report this matter to Master Vulture, and let him decide!" The sand bandit hiding in Dongque City stood there in a daze for a moment, and finally sighed deeply in his heart and said this.
He knew that things had gotten serious.
Because this Sindhu is not just a simple bandit leader, but the cross-generational bloodline of old man Vulture.
Decades ago, Sindhu came to seek refuge with Old Man Vulture. Since then, he has been highly regarded and was directly accepted as a disciple by Old Man Vulture, who entrusted him with important tasks.
The old vulture even seemed to be considering handing the sand bandits over to the control of Sindhu.
It is easy to imagine how furious the old vulture would be when his leader's most valued disciple and bloodline died in such a tragic way.
The means of revenge will certainly be as swift and fierce as thunder.
I just hope the leader won't take his anger out on me.
A few monks who were hiding their heads and sneaking around discussed for a few words, then hurriedly disappeared into the darkness.
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"Young master, are you taking advantage of the situation?" After leaving Dongque City again, Qin Yitian's curious voice suddenly sounded in Lu Qingshan's mind.
"How did you know that?" Lu Qingshan asked with a smile.
"Young Master could have struck once and left without leaving a trace. But in the end, he chose to stay outside Dongque City, exchanged a few moves with the Dongque tribe leader, and then said in front of everyone that he had killed Sindhu with his own hands. He was so ostentatious, and judging from his style of doing things, he must have some plan." Qin Yitian said softly.
"The one who understands me is Yitian." Lu Qingshan joked.
"Sir..." Qin Yitian was a little embarrassed.
Lu Qingshan's expression straightened, and his words revealed a strong murderous intent, "I understood a truth a long time ago. If I hadn't taken action, it would have been fine. But since I have already taken action, if I want to be a swordsman, I need to be more ruthless than this sand bandit and this demon cultivator. Eliminating evil... must be done to the utmost."
The sand bandits have been hiding in the Mogao Desert for many years, and their means and spies are well-connected.
Even the dragons that have crossed the river have to give way to the local snakes. Under such circumstances, it would be extremely difficult for him to find these bandits and eradicate them completely.
Since it is difficult to find these bandits, Lu Qingshan simply does the opposite.
Let these bandits come to him on their own initiative!
"Old Vulture is a great cultivator in the middle stage of the Void Refinement Realm. Are you sure you can kill him?" Qin Yitian was a little worried.
Lu Qingshan shook his head.
"That young master?" Qin Yitian was shocked but not panicked.
My young master is not a fool, so he will naturally not do anything to seek his own death.
"Although I'm not sure I can kill him, I can save my life," Lu Qingshan explained to Qin Yitian, and then added, "Besides, if I only fight when I'm sure I'll win, how can I improve my swordsmanship? What kind of swordsman would I be? In addition, a strong enough enemy can help me improve faster."
He had already discovered that every time his killing sword intent and silence penetrating sword intent were activated, it always occurred when he was fighting against the enemy.
He had a vague understanding that if he wanted to further improve these two sword intents and reach perfection, the opportunity would have to be hidden in fighting and killing.
Qin Yitian seemed to understand Lu Qingshan's persistence and belief.
But it doesn’t matter whether you understand it or not.
Because, it is such a young man that she likes so much.
Moreover, no matter what, she will stay by the young master's side and fight alongside him.
That's enough.
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A hint of murderous intent flashed across Lu Qingshan's eyes, and he murmured, "Sand bandit, please don't let me down..."
