This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable-Chapter 588 03-25 - 63 A Knight-Errant’s Journey
Chapter 588: Chapter 63 A Knight-Errant’s Journey
Gu Ya had hardly reacted when the entire caravan descended into instant chaos.
The elderly Gu clansman, leading the caravan, looked as if facing a formidable enemy, his face grim with despair.
Looking out, they saw a black wind rising in the distance, whistling mournfully, with dust billowing on the horizon.
Though bandits ran rampant in the Spirit-Nullifying Realm, their Gu family caravan was strong and usually not someone petty thieves would provoke.
However, once bandits decided to strike against them, they must have been certain of their success.
And this black wind that had appeared was the symbol of the largest group of cultivator bandits in the Spirit-Nullifying Realm.
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Black Wind Bandits!
But these Black Wind Bandits usually operated in the east, while their route lay to the west, a territory controlled by the Snow Leopard Bandits, with whom they had long established relations. Why had the Black Wind Bandits changed their territory?
The elderly Gu was puzzled.
The key point was that the black wind was massive and fierce, indicating that this encounter would be anything but trivial.
The old man’s heart raced with anxiety as he watched the group of bandits riding fierce beasts, speeding towards them.
“Prepare for battle!” the old man shouted.
The Black Wind Bandits were a group with intense malevolence, riding beasts called Black Wind Beasts, known for their immense strength and the namesake of the bandits.
Moreover, the Black Wind Bandits themselves were all Body Cultivators; once they charged, it was like the invincible momentum of cavalry on a mortal battlefield, almost unmatched. In this Spirit-Nullifying Realm where spells were insignificant, they indeed had the advantage of time and place.
The group of charging Black Wind Bandits totaled around fifty or sixty, each one radiating malevolence with a fierce glint in their eyes, their hands stained with countless lives.
The man leading them had a scar on his face and did not regard the Gu family caravan with any importance, bellowing, “Let’s wipe out these aphids together!”
At his words, the elderly Gu’s face fell into despair.
He had originally hoped to buy their lives with wealth, but to his shock, these Black Wind Bandits came with the intent to kill.
“Miss, take the wild bull and run. Escape from this Spirit-Nullifying Realm and return to the Gu family!” Quickly, the old man made a decision, “I will hold off these Black Wind Bandits with my life!”
Hearing the old man offer his life for her chance to escape, Gu Ya’s eyes reddened instantly, unable to bear the thought of abandoning the elder she viewed as family.
The calamity had come too suddenly—just a moment ago they were chatting and laughing, and the next they faced life and death separation!
Gu Ya, on her first venture out, felt utterly devastated.
“Miss, forgive me!” Seeing that the young mistress had not reacted, the elderly Gu, red-eyed with urgency, recklessly untied the straps connecting the cargo to the wild bull, and then lifted his young mistress onto its back.
Years ago, it was Gu Ya’s father who had saved him from misfortune. From that moment on, he had been fiercely loyal to the Gu family, risking his life in their service for a hundred years. Gu Ya was the only daughter and most cherished child of the Family Head; if she were to die here, how could he ever face her father who had saved his life?
Thus, the old man resolutely chose to risk his own life to save hers.
Just moments before, he had criticized his young mistress for being too kind-hearted, saying that cultivators often lacked a sense of gratitude. Yet in truth, he was one of those cultivators who deeply believed in the heart of gratitude.
“Go, my bull!” The old man bellowed to the beast pet that had accompanied him for years.
The wild bull let out a whimpering sound, aggrieved and reluctant, as mist appeared in its large bovine eyes.
It knew what fate awaited its master that day, but its inherent obedience to its master still made it ready to move its hooves.
Gu Ya’s eyes were swollen with tears.
Even though her heart could hardly bear to leave, she knew that if she insisted on staying, she would be acting out of ignorance, utterly extinguishing the last hope for old Gu’s survival.
She struggled no more but couldn’t bear to look back at the old man, so she turned her head away.
Just as she turned, Gu Ya’s eyes—watery as peach blossoms—widened in shock at the sight of something unbelievable…
A young man with extremely handsome features, who somehow was suddenly there, lightly subdued the wild bull about to start its frantic dash, his bright and gentle eyes gazing at her.
It was that confused Sword Cultivator from before!
“Why have you come back… it’s dangerous here…!” Gu Ya exclaimed in alarm and urgency.
“I’m here to repay the favor from the picture you gave me earlier,” the handsome young man said, winking at Gu Ya.
Then, before she could react, the bewildered Sword Cultivator sped past her, his figure skimming low, passing old Gu, charging towards the looming black wind in the distance.
He faced the cavalry that had accumulated an unstoppable momentum.
Gu Ya was dumbstruck.
Hadn’t grandpa Gu said that a Sword Cultivator in this place was just slightly better than a Spell Cultivator?
How could he dare?
The handsome young man faced the bandits alone, confronting the black wind.
It was like trying to stop a car with a mantis’s arms.
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A long sword appeared out of nowhere, materializing in the man’s hand.
Grandpa Gu was right; he was indeed a Sword Cultivator.
Gu Ya thought instinctively.
At the next moment, with the palm of his hand pressed against the sword, the handsome young man spun out a dazzling flower of sword moves.
So beautiful, just like the Sword Cultivator’s appearance.
Even though they were in the midst of a crisis, for some reason, these strange and unpredictable thoughts kept uncontrollably popping into Gu Ya’s mind.
But beauty alone is useless.
Gu Ya started to worry once again.
Then, Gu Ya witnessed a scene she would never forget.
A Sword Gang exploded from the Sword Cultivator’s sword.
Following that, the Sword Qi layered upon itself, growing and connecting, and a Green Snake formed out of thin air, hanging suspended, plummeting into the midst of the black wind stirred up by the Black Wind Bandits.
Gu Ya was at a loss for words, her eyes sparkling with wonder, while the other members of the caravan gaped with their mouths wide open, stunned.
What sort of phenomenon was this?
In the Spirit-Nullifying Realm, there was a Sword Cultivator summoning a Green Snake with a single sword strike, bravely facing the black wind.
Lu Qingshan, who had just used his Green Snake Sword Qi, felt slightly dissatisfied in his heart.
After transferring from that sealed space, he found himself in this bizarre realm, where his Cultivation could not be fully utilized, less than half effective. He couldn’t use his Flying Sword or Sword Control, only managing to exert a fraction of his External Sword technique.
Fortunately, the Green Snake Sword Qi fed on the will of the True Spirit. Even though its presence diminished abruptly, it still struggled to maintain momentum.
At a distance.
The black wind was swallowed whole by the Green Snake, dust and smoke spreading along the serpent’s trajectory, billowing outwards in a spectacular display.
After three breaths.
The Green Snake and the black wind dissipated together.
The Black Wind Beast, which was said to roam uncontested in the Spirit-Nullifying Realm, lay askew on the ground, dead beyond doubt.
A field of corpses.
The members of the Gu family caravan who had survived the ordeal looked at each other in disbelief.
Gu Ya’s gaze was particularly hazy.
Earlier, when Lu Qingshan had asked her for the map, she had generously obliged, motivated by the idea of establishing good karma, but the reason given by Grandfather Gu, “because he looks handsome,” wasn’t entirely without merit either.
Young girls often harbor secret thoughts, a perfectly natural matter.
Yet, after all, it was just a fleeting encounter, and under normal circumstances, she would have simply forgotten about it after turning her head.
But after this experience, Gu Ya felt that she might remember it for a long, long time.
“Who are you? How dare you… obstruct the affairs of the Black Wind Stronghold…” the barely alive scar-faced man, his eyes still ferocious but filled with terror, stared at Lu Qingshan. “Aren’t you afraid that the Black Wind Stronghold will come out in full force to take your head?”
Even at the brink of death, the scar-faced man’s true nature didn’t falter, and instinctively, he threatened Lu Qingshan.
“Where is your Black Wind Stronghold?” Lu Qingshan, who was about to turn and leave, paused upon hearing this, looking at the scar-faced man with a mockingly amused gaze.
The scar-faced man didn’t understand the implication of Lu Qingshan’s question, but arrogance ingrained in his nature made him point the way to the Black Wind Stronghold without hesitation.
Lu Qingshan nodded in satisfaction.
Then, a flash of Sword Light.
The scar-faced man’s head fell to the ground, his eyes wide open in death.
Lu Qingshan sheathed his sword and stepped towards the direction indicated by the scar-faced man.
“Young master, what is your name?” Gu Ya, momentarily stunned, quickly regained her senses and asked urgently.
“Lu Qingshan.”
Lu Qingshan, Lu Qingshan…
Gu Ya repeated his name twice in her mind, determined to etch these three words into her memory.
“Where are you going?” She saw Lu Qingshan walking in the direction that pointed away from leaving the Spirit-Nullifying Realm, and she mustered her courage to shout, “That’s not the way out of the Spirit-Nullifying Realm.”
She clearly remembered that when Lu Qingshan had asked them for the map, he had indicated that he wished to leave this place.
The next moment, Gu Ya saw the handsome Sword Cultivator named Lu Qingshan, seemingly excited, loudly recite:
“Looking ahead, pitch black looms, sure to be the thieves’ den, let me hasten forth, to cleanse it clean.”
Gu Ya felt dazed for a moment.
Somehow, at that moment, she finally understood what her grandfather meant by “the temperament of a Sword Cultivator.”
The next moment, she clenched her fist and turned to the still disoriented elder beside her, stating firmly, “I’ve decided, once we return home, I’m going to tell father… I still want to learn the sword!”
There was a light in the girl’s eyes.
The elder’s eyes twitched.
