Volume 8: Demon Suppression Chapter 4 Waiting for the Rabbit
Three days later.
On the mountain chosen by Lu Qingshan.
At this time, the scenery of the mountain is still magnificent and gorgeous, but compared with before, many changes have actually taken place.
The most obvious thing is that according to the "design drawing" selected by Lu Qingshan, a large and exquisitely designed attic appeared on the top of the mountain.
And on the outskirts of the mountain, there is a layer of formation set up.
This was built after he registered at the Foreign Affairs Peak. The peak sent out the Taoists who were kept outside the Sword Sect within three days.
The Sword Sect's monks do not practice any arts themselves, but they cannot do without logistical matters, so they "support" a group of Taoists.
Most of the logistical work in the sect is done by these Taoists.
These people do not learn swordsmanship, and their skills are not high, so they are not considered monks of the Sword Sect. However, their existence can make up for the Sword Sect's shortcomings in basic logistical work, and they can be considered an indispensable part of the Sword Sect.
They lived in a city not far from the Sword Sect, working for the Sword Sect in exchange for corresponding remuneration and accumulating their own strength. Some cultivators even multiplied and established a small family to make a living by serving the Sword Sect.
The Sword Sect even set up a special External Affairs Branch to be responsible for commanding these Taoists.
This is a very normal situation in the world of cultivation.
There must be many birds living on the big trees in the sky.
Lu Qingshan had already released the news of the opening ceremony three days ago.
Today is the official opening day.
As for the name of the peak, Lu Qingshan didn't care too much about it, so he just casually decided on a name.
Qingfeng.
Take the character “Qing” from your name.
In addition, this mountain looks lush and green from a distance, and the name Qingfeng is very suitable for this scene.
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Qingfeng.
The place where Lu Qingshan held the opening ceremony.
The chosen time is very close, and many great sword masters have gathered here.
These great sword masters were enjoying the scenery and chatting leisurely.
"Tianqing, when did you return to the sect?" Wang Quansu, who was born in Wangu Peak and is now a seventh-level swordsman, discovered an acquaintance of his.
"It was a few days ago," the sword cultivator called Tian Qing, who was also at the seventh realm, smiled slightly and glanced around. He couldn't help but sighed, "The cultivators participating in the opening ceremony this time are all great sword cultivators with great seniority in the sect. This Lu Qingshan has a lot of face."
At the Sword Sect's opening ceremony, all major peaks will send monks to represent their peaks to participate.
This is tradition.
But under normal circumstances, sending a sixth-level sword cultivator would be enough. How could one see the grand occasion of all the seventh-level veteran sword cultivators attending the ceremony?
“After all, this is the opening ceremony of the first disciple of the master of Jianlai Peak. She rushed back from Tianshan specifically to participate in this ceremony. Everyone knows how much she values her disciple. Besides, this Lu Qingshan, as a rising star in the sect, is recognized by Tianji Temple as the strongest in the fourth realm. From this perspective alone, his opening ceremony is worthy of everyone’s support.” Wang Quansu was not surprised.
Although he had just broken through to the realm of refining emptiness and had only been in the Sword Sect for more than three years, Lu Qingshan's reputation had already begun to spread among the Sword Sect, and he was even better than many high-level sword practitioners.
"Someone else is coming." Tianqing looked up and saw two sword lights flashing in the sky, rushing towards them at an incredible speed.
In the blink of an eye , two sword lights were approaching.
Immediately, the sword light faded, and two figures flashed out and fell.
When Tianqing saw the figure clearly in the sword light, his expression froze.
"Peak Master Haoran and Peak Master Jianlai..."
The visitors turned out to be Xia Daoyuan and Taibai Sword Master.
Tianqing could understand Xia Daoyun’s personal presence, after all, Lu Qingshan was Xia Daoyun’s apprentice.
But why did Taibai Sword Master, the master of Haoran Peak, come in person?
This arrangement is too big, isn't it?
…
On the other side, seeing that the time had come, Lu Qingshan had already entered the venue along with the old swordsman who presided over the opening ceremony.
There were eight monks in total who attended his opening ceremony.
Don’t think that there are too few people. After all, the number of people in the Sword Sect is not that large.
More importantly, the quantity is small but the quality is high.
Among the eight cultivators present, seven were seventh-level sword cultivators, and the remaining one was Xia Daoyun, who was at the eighth level.
This standard is enough to overwhelm 99% of the sects in the cultivation world.
When Lu Qingshan appeared, the eyes of the monks present were all cast towards him, and there was a hint of admiration in their eyes.
Even with their cultivation level, they couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion about the most talented up-and-coming talents in this sect in recent years.
Among them, the mood of Taibai Sword Master was the most complicated.
While he was admiring Lu Qingshan's rapid progress, he couldn't help but think of his disciple Ji Chuan who had gone to another world, and he couldn't help feeling sad.
Although Ji Chuan left, Taibai Sword Master firmly believed and was sure that Ji Chuan would return to the sect sooner or later.
That was also why, the last time Xi Xiang asked him for someone, he just made the excuse that Ji Chuan was on a mission and couldn't return to the clan within a hundred years.
The old swordsman who presided over the opening ceremony was obviously very experienced.
His eyes slowly swept across the faces of the monks who were participating in the ceremony. Knowing that everyone was present, his calm voice had already spread slowly, resounding throughout the world.
"The time has come, the Qingfeng opening ceremony begins!"
"Everyone, draw your swords!"
Without any drawn-out "leadership-style" speech, the old swordsman shouted.
As soon as the words fell.
Dozens of flying swords suddenly appeared and soared into the sky, leading the way was Xia Daoyuan's Jinghong.
The sword cultivators present were at the seventh and eighth realms. If they all drew their swords together, one could imagine the scene that would occur.
In an instant, the sky above Qingfeng Mountain was filled with sharp sword energy, and flying swords of various colors were wandering and dancing like shooting stars.
A powerful sword force emanated from it, disrupting and shattering the white clouds, and even causing gusts of strong wind.
Wherever the long rainbow passed, there were bursts of whistling sounds of swords.
When Lu Qingshan saw the power of the flying sword, his heart surged and he felt amazed.
This scene, which seemed to be about to poke a hole in the sky, was extremely violent, yet also extremely magnificent.
To outsiders, this ceremony looks a bit like a group of violent gangs showing off their "ammunition".
But this is the tradition of the Sword Sect.
When the disciples of this sect are about to become independent, we do not "encourage them to study" by talking, but directly show them the powerful power of swordsmanship after it reaches a high level, so as to encourage them to make continuous progress.
The "parade" of the flying swords lasted for half a quarter of an hour before it suddenly came to an end.
The flying swords returned into their masters' bodies with a lingering feeling.
However, the sword-drawing ceremony was over, and the opening ceremony was actually only halfway through.
The other half of the ceremony is the highlight of the opening ceremony.
"Lu Qingshan of Jianlai Peak has been practicing swordsmanship for decades. Today, he finally takes on the responsibility and will stand out in the world and be remembered by others," the old swordsman who presided over the event spoke again, saying loudly, "Of course, the road ahead was arduous. The predecessors should support us with all their strength and pass it down from generation to generation. This is the etiquette of the Sword Sect!"
This is why the disciples of the Sword Sect, who are extremely annoyed by all kinds of red tape, are extremely keen on the ceremony of opening the sect.
Just like when a young couple gets married, both parents will give a large sum of money as a gift and dowry to help support the small family.
Once the Sword Sect disciples have their new peaks, the senior sword practitioners from each peak should also present a gift to the young sword practitioners at the opening ceremony, to help the younger ones who have just begun to shoulder the responsibility to get through the most difficult early stages.
It is truly an excellent tradition.
In most cases, the Sword Sect masters who sent out gifts at this time did not have the opportunity to get anything in return, so it was equivalent to giving it away for free.
But even so, no one has ever objected to this tradition.
This was because, when they had just become Void Refining cultivators, they had also received free help from the previous generation of Sword Sect seniors.
The great Sword Sect masters, when they presented generous gifts, actually had no expectations in mind.
If I have to say something, there is only one, and that is to hope that the young sword cultivators who are receiving the gifts at this time, after they grow up, will be able to take care of the younger generations of the Sword Sect as they do today, so that the Sword Sect will continue to prosper.
It's been passed down from generation to generation, that's all.
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"Wang Quansu from Wangu Peak presents us with precious minerals: dragon-patterned gold, purple gold iron... a total of twenty kilograms. I hope that Junior Brother Lu will practice diligently and forge the magic sword." Wang Quansu, who was a disciple of Wangu Peak and attended the event on behalf of Wangu Peak, said loudly.
A large number of metal minerals of various colors were wrapped in spiritual light and flew towards Lu Qingshan.
Mineral treasures are undoubtedly extremely practical items for sword practitioners.
"Wujiao Peak Tianqing, give me a piece of Lingxin Jade..."
Lingxin Jade, when worn on the body, can store spiritual power and nourish the spirit. It is a powerful auxiliary item.
"Hengqiu Peak...send..."
...either precious materials or spiritual objects, but very few magical tools because sword cultivators have no use for them.
In short, they are all extremely practical things for sword practitioners and are by no means flashy.
This is exactly what is meant by the fact that the people who understand sword cultivation the best are always sword cultivators.
"Haoran Peak, send us a sword puppet." At this time, Taibai Sword Master finally spoke slowly.
"What?!" Wang Quansu was shocked when he heard what Taibai Sword Master said, "Why would Taibai Sword Master think so highly of this junior?! He actually gave this thing away?!"
The reactions of others were similar.
They couldn't understand.
Because this sword puppet is a very complicated thing.
They were already extremely surprised that Taibai Sword Master attended the opening ceremony of a younger generation as the master of the peak.
Who would have thought that he would actually give such a precious thing to Lu Qingshan.
While everyone was shocked, Taibai Sword Master had already taken the initiative to introduce to Lu Qingshan: "The sword puppet is a life-replacing object that I condensed. You just need to store it in your Dantian, and when you encounter a fatal attack, the sword puppet can die for you once, and it will also release a teleportation force to teleport your real body to the place you specify within ten miles. Of course, the realm difference between the two parties cannot be too great, otherwise it may not be able to replace death. However, this sword puppet was condensed by me when I was in the seventh realm, which means that as long as you don't encounter cultivators above the seventh realm, this sword puppet should be able to give you an extra life."
Lu Qingshan's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately realized that this item was extremely precious, and its value was higher than the total value of the gifts sent by the other six seventh-level sword cultivators.
After all, what could be more precious than life?
However, this was a life-saving item that Taibai Sword Master had painstakingly condensed, and now that it was given to him... Lu Qingshan was a little hesitant.
Taibai Sword Master was also an old and experienced man. He saw through Lu Qingshan's thoughts at a glance and said calmly, "I condensed this thing when I first entered the Seventh Realm, but I haven't used it for all these years. And in the near future, I won't be able to use it at all. On the contrary, it was you, but your Nascent Soul attracted the Sixth Realm cultivators to kill you. It seems that this thing is very useful to you, so I gave it to you, don't think too much about it."
This time, not only Lu Qingshan's heart skipped a beat, but several other great sword masters were also moved, and even Xia Daoyun glanced slightly sideways.
The meaning behind Taibai Sword Master's words was very clear - he was about to break through to the eighth level.
Once he breaks through to the eighth realm, the sword puppet that is only effective against seventh realm cultivators will naturally lose its effect.
"Thank you, Peak Master." Lu Qingshan did not hesitate to accept the sword puppet and expressed his gratitude.
Even if Taibai Sword Master cannot use it, it does not change the fact that this sword puppet is extremely precious.
Lu Qingshan vaguely understood that the reason why Taibai Sword Master personally attended his founding ceremony and presented such a grand gift was largely because of Ji Chuan.
This should be considered as a reward for bringing back news about Ji Chuan.
Finally, it was Xia Daoyun’s turn to perform.
Facing Lu Qingshan's gaze, Xia Daoyun, who was always generous, waved her hand and two rays of light flew towards him.
In the midst of a ball of spiritual light was a small jade bottle. Through the exquisitely carved bottle body, one could see three round pills rotating inside the bottle.
In another ball of spiritual light is a Bodhi necklace, on which the Bodhi seeds have triangular eyes.
"The name of the pill is Bu Tian, one pill can extend one's life by a hundred years, there are three pills in total ," Xia Daoyun said softly, "Bodhi is called Longyan, it can increase blessings and wisdom, help enlightenment, and protect cultivation."
In the world of cultivation, the elixir of longevity has always been one of the most precious elixirs.
These three Heaven-Burning Pills were just the right medicine for his condition. For Lu Qingshan, who had traded 600 years of his life for the three swords, it was like giving him a big mouthful of blood back.
As for the Longyan Bodhi, it is the most superior treasure, but...
Xia Daoyun really does what he says...
Lu Qingshan wanted to be quiet.
…
The opening ceremony was now over. Without any nonsense or idle greetings, all the sword practitioners returned to their homes.
"Master is going back to Tianshan Mountain," Xia Daoyun glanced at him before leaving. "Every failure is a learning experience. You only have a life span of more than a thousand years and a sword puppet. Don't make mistakes."
In fact, she originally had a sword talisman that sealed her own sword energy, and she wanted to give it to Lu Qingshan for self-defense.
However, after seeing Taibai Sword Master giving the replacement sword puppet to Lu Qingshan, she put the sword talisman away.
Because, in the world of cultivation, it has never been the case that the more self-defense methods a cultivator has, the longer he can live.
Those who drown are usually good at swimming.
The more cards a monk has, the more confident he will feel. He will lose his vigilance, rashly step into danger, and die faster than anyone else.
External objects are always just external objects. What can really make a cultivator live longer is his own strength and vigilance.
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Zhenjiang, Mihe Peak.
The cracked earth is like spider veins, forming a big web.
Ever since Lu Qingshan used the power of mountains and seas to turn this mountain into a deadly place, the Lu family had no choice but to abandon this place.
But on this day, a column of black smoke drifted over this deadly land.
When the smoke cleared, a tall and thin monk emerged from it.
"How did Yuan Cang's operation fail?" The tall and thin monk who appeared carefully scanned the desolate land and frowned, "This should be one of Lu Qingshan's methods?"
"Within dozens of miles, not a blade of grass grows..." The tall and thin monk sneered subconsciously in his heart: "This method is even more hellish than our underworld..."
Shaking his head, he quickly shook off these unnecessary thoughts and carefully surveyed the surroundings .
Mission failure is inevitable, there is no such thing as a 100% successful mission in the world.
But it is important to learn from your failures so as not to fall into the same pit twice.
This is the concept of the underworld.
Therefore, the first thing the Southern Underworld did after quietly digesting this failure was to wait until the news died down a bit and then quickly send someone to investigate the situation.
They want to understand how a fourth-level cultivator could defeat a sixth-level cultivator?
This is definitely not something that can be explained by carelessness.
Because the gap between the sixth-level cultivators and the fourth-level cultivators is so great that even if Yuan Cang is careless, it will be difficult to reverse the situation.
The tall and thin monk formed seals with his hands, and a ball of spiritual light gradually appeared in his hands. At the same time, a lot of black air from the surroundings gradually gathered towards him.
The black gas gathered more and more, and gradually formed some scattered images.
The black air will gradually dissipate over time, so they are in a hurry to come and investigate.
The tall and thin monk was about to carefully check the image information, but suddenly he heard a cold voice, which made him feel like he was falling into an icy cave.
"What Lu Qingshan said is correct. Your underworld will definitely send people to Mihe Peak to check the situation. As long as we wait and see, we will definitely gain something."
The tall and thin monk turned around and saw that several black-robed monks had appeared behind him at some point.
The person who was speaking had an unpredictable aura.
The True Lord of the North Sea.
