This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable-Chapter 619 - 86: Unbeatable at the Nascent Soul Stage
Chapter 619: Chapter 86: Unbeatable at the Nascent Soul Stage
Under the gaze of tens of thousands of eyes, Lu Qingshan’s gaze fell on the last remaining contender in the Taoist competition.
From the Central Spirit Domain, ‘Ghost Gate’ Zhu Cong.
Since it was the last opponent, Lu Qingshan, thinking of a quick resolution, directly said, “Come on.”
In reality, he had never been genuinely interested in the Taoist competition.
In magical combat, not only could he not gain Experience Points, but he also had to pay Experience Points to Oblivion as a usage fee, truly a loss-making deal.
Yet, he had to participate in this Taoist competition, although no one had ever explicitly demanded this of him.
Because he felt a sense of belonging to the Sword Sect.
Since he had enjoyed the treatment of the Sword Sect, he also had an obligation to shoulder the corresponding responsibilities when the sect needed him.
It was only right and proper.
He needed to uphold the glory of the Sword Sect.
In fact, no one had ever explicitly made this demand to Lu Qingshan.
But that was what made the Sword Sect what it was; it cultivated a way that subtly and silently made you willingly and proactively take on the burden.
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Faced with Lu Qingshan’s challenge, Zhu Cong’s brow furrowed—concerning Lu Qingshan, who had already won fifty-two matches and had nearly beaten all the cultivators on the Yellow List, it was impossible to say he was not intimidated.
But no matter how wary, he would not choose to avoid the fight.
Among the many complex and inscrutable gazes, Zhu Cong took several steps forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Lu Qingshan.
Which domain the Spiral Taoist Arena would end up in would be decided by the outcome of this battle.
However, anyone who hadn’t just arrived at the scene knew very well that besides falling to the Eastern Domain, there were no other possibilities.
Lu Qingshan’s strength had long been beyond the level of a Nascent Soul Cultivator.
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“The final magical combat will take place at the Prairie Realm, prepare yourselves,” announced King Qing Mei.
The Prairie Realm, a world he was familiar with, but for Lu Qingshan, who had won fifty-two consecutive matches, he was actually familiar with all the Mountain and Sea Realm Pillar Worlds.
Atop the Mountain and Sea Pillar, a flash of spiritual light appeared, and the figures of the two contestants appeared in the small world.
This time, the two landed very close to each other.
In front of Zhao Wall, some cultivators, whose interests had waned, reluctantly perked up to watch this final bout of magical combat.
As usual, Lu Qingshan released three Flying Swords, transforming into three colorful long rainbows, shooting straight towards Zhu Cong.
This was his tried and true method, and also the reason why the spectating cultivators had lost their excitement—no matter how impressive the Flying Swords were, watching them too much could become tedious.
Zhu Cong snorted coldly, his gaze stern.
He could accept defeat, but he would not allow Lu Qingshan to eliminate him as if swatting away a minor annoyance.
The Flying Sword closed in, piercing directly through Zhu Cong’s body.
Surprisingly, just as the Flying Sword passed through, Zhu Cong’s body flickered strangely, as if turning into a shadow, and then quickly solidified again.
On closer inspection, there wasn’t a single wound on his body.
Not a scratch.
Ghost Gate Gu!
This was Zhu Cong’s life-bound Gu, with its main feature being the ability to shift his body between solid and ethereal states at will.
In his ethereal state, he could become immune to most physical damage.
And since the Flying Sword damage from a sword cultivator was indeed considered physical damage, Lu Qingshan’s attack went unnoticed.
Naturally, the drawback was also significant.
In his ethereal state, his ability to withstand spells was drastically reduced.
This required him to adeptly toggle between solidity and ethereality, using the ethereal state to face physical damage and the solid state to face spells, to remain undefeated.
Having evaded Lu Qingshan’s Flying Swords using the ability of Ghost Gate Gu, Zhu Cong quickly clapped his Spirit Beast Bag, and a swarm of three to four inch long, black-headed and black-winged exotic Gu insects appeared.
Clustered together, they resembled a dark cloud.
These were Black Emperor Bees, containing potent poison, with hard exteriors, and mandibles gleaming coldly, capable of penetrating a cultivator’s protective spells.
A single Black Emperor Bee was not to be feared, but Zhu Cong had reared hundreds, making them a force that could not be underestimated.
In the cultivation world, it was not uncommon for cultivators to have beast pets.
However, Beast Cultivators who primarily used beast pets in their combat systems were quite different from other cultivators. Their beast pets were more powerful, more systematic, and could even coordinate with the techniques they practiced.
Zhu Cong manipulated a gesture with his right hand, and a sphere of blood light fell upon the Black Emperor Bees he had summoned, enveloping them in blood light. The bees’ sizes grew significantly and they looked even more ferocious.
With a wave of his hand, the next moment, this swarm of Black Emperor Bees surged towards Lu Qingshan like a blanket of stars falling from the sky.
This was one of Zhu Cong’s strategies specifically against sword cultivators, and only effective against them, for if faced with a spell cultivator, he dared to release these bees, and the spell cultivator would dare to incinerate them completely.
But sword cultivators were different. They were strong in single combat, but relatively, they had fewer techniques for attack on multiple targets. This was a law of the Heavenly Dao, and also a limitation of it.
Hundreds of bees, but only three Flying Swords, which couldn’t keep up.
Lu Qingshan remained calm inside. With his experience, how could he not understand the shortcomings of sword cultivators? Although unable to completely overcome these, making a slight adjustment was no issue.
With his Divine Soul controlling the movement, immediately thousands of Sword Qi Filaments streamed from his body, swiftly shooting towards those Black Emperor Bees.
Upon seeing this, Zhu Cong sneered internally; he was very familiar with Lu Qingshan’s Myriad Swords Art, which Lu Qingshan had displayed in the open as his crowd control technique.
However, his Black Emperor Bees were specifically raised to counter sword cultivators, and had been trained using the unique methods of the Rinsing Spirit Sect, their shells incredibly hard.
Further strengthened by the Blood Qi technique he had just applied, Zhu Cong was confident that the power displayed by Lu Qingshan’s Sword Qi Filaments could not damage his precious Black Emperor Bees!
Meanwhile, Lu Qingshan also felt sure of his success.
When Xia Daoyun first joined the Sword Sect, he had imparted the complete version of the Myriad Swords Art to him.
The major difference from the simplified version was that the complete version of the Myriad Swords Art could integrate Sword Intent into the Sword Qi Filaments, enhancing its power.
This fact, however, was unknown to others.
This time, he had incorporated a bit of the True Annihilation Intent into the Sword Qi Filaments.
Thus, under Zhu Cong’s incredulous gaze, the strands of Sword Qi Filaments surged in power and easily penetrated the hard carapace of the Black Emperor Bees, bursting them into clouds of blood mist.
The scene resembled fireworks, with hundreds of clouds of blood mist exploding in the air. At the same time, Zhu Cong’s heart was also shattering.
These groups of Black Emperor Bees were not easy to cultivate, training the swarm, feeding them spiritual medicine and blood meals, and regular training had consumed much of his energy and time, and now, was it all gone in an instant?
Zhu Cong’s heart bled.
Lu Qingshan’s gaze flickered for a moment, and he already had a plan for Zhu Cong’s Ghost Gate Gu.
The Dragon Sparrow returned to his hand, utilizing the Oblivion to execute the Formless Sword Escape. The already close distance became instant, and he completed the approach with Zhu Cong caught off-guard.
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With a flash of sword light, Lu Qingshan took advantage of his momentum and chopped down at Zhu Cong, the piercing Sword Qi seeming to graze his scalp.
Zhu Cong’s heart skipped a beat, preparing to dodge the attack by turning into an ethereal state.
At that moment, his mind felt as if it had been stabbed by a needle, a sudden intense pain struck him, causing his vision to darken. He even failed to transform his body in time, and fell into some sort of illusion unable to extricate himself, temporarily losing his self-awareness.
Heart Sword: Embryo Light Sword!
The sword in Lu Qingshan’s hand was even more turbulent and unstoppable. In Zhu Cong’s situation where he hadn’t managed to apply the Ghost Gate Gu under attack by the Heart Sword, Lu Qingshan broke through his protective magical artifact, pierced his protective aura, and mercilessly chopped toward his head.
A force impossible to resist appeared just in time, halting Lu Qingshan’s action.
King Qing Mei made his move.
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In front of the Mountain and Sea Column, Zhu Cong’s expression was uneasy, wondering what to think.
Lu Qingshan also had a contemplative look on his face.
He was pondering a very serious question.
Zhu Cong, being the first Nascent Soul Cultivator sent by the Central Spirit Domain this time, why was he so weak?
His methods were indeed very strange, but just strange, definitely not stronger than Yan Fei’s.
Then, in his past life, why was it that the Central Spirit Domain won this magical combat competition? On what basis?
Lu Qingshan was puzzled.
Soon, he figured out the reason.
After all, it was because of the butterfly effect.
If it weren’t for his arrival, the discussion even among the Seven Domains wouldn’t have begun yet, and the timing of the magical combat would be even further delayed.
And according to what Yan Fei had said, this was his last battle during the Nascent Soul Stage.
Therefore, by that time, Yan Fei should have already become a Void Refining Cultivator and ineligible to participate in the magical combat.
If Yan Fei wasn’t present and without him, Lu Qingshan, at that time, Zhu Cong, currently ranked fifth, might indeed be the third on the Yellow List?
If Ji Chuan was also absent, then would Zhu Cong be the second on the Yellow List?
Thinking in this fashion, everything became clear and logical…
“The ultimate victor of this magical combat, the Eastern Domain.”
Following King Qing Mei’s clear voice spreading across the entire field, the competition ended, and the magical combat site was finally confirmed.
The cultivators from the Eastern Domain in the crowd immediately burst into successive cheers.
This twist was too thrilling.
Just a short while ago, they were indignant and dejected, believing they were the worst off.
Who would have thought that after Lu Qingshan entered the arena, in just half a day, the situation would take a drastic turn?
This process of losing and then suddenly reclaiming brought them an even more intense feeling of exhilaration.
“Next time the Yellow List is updated, this Lu Qingshan should be the new number one, right…”
“Is there even a question, who else but him could hold that position?”
“Sword Absoluteness today, from being the second on the Yellow List, has almost challenged all the cultivators on the list, undefeated in the Nascent Soul Realm, a legacy that will surely be known across the sky, and we are the witnesses!” someone in the crowd murmured.
This gave them a sense of participating in history.
They couldn’t become legends, but they witnessed one!
While one was joyful, those from the other Six Domains had despondent expressions, harboring an indescribable bitterness.
The Yellow List cultivators participating in this combat wore complex expressions.
In the past, when their sect elders, who were contemporaries of Xia Daoyun, mentioned his name, their expressions were always complex.
Now, they finally understood what that feeling was like…
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Lu Qingshan returned to the group of Sword Sect cultivators.
Along the way, various awe-filled gazes were directed at him.
Xi Xiang nodded slightly to him as a sign of respect, and every Sword Sect disciple conscientiously called him senior brother.
Fifty-three battles, fifty-three victories, with absolutely no fluke involved, even if Lu Qingshan was young, they were convinced.
They willingly shouted ‘senior brother’!
Sword Cultivators are simply decisive. If your skill with the sword is great, then nothing else needs to be said.
