This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

The long wind stretches for thousands of miles, and the sword hangs over Beicang.

Blowing further, stars fall like rain.

Not a single person in Beicang City dared to speak.

The Martial Emperor Xu Su's face was hard to look at.

Fortunately, Li Qiubai did not push his advantage but withdrew in time.

A lone sail fades into the endless sky.

The great ship gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.

Yet this scene, this person, lingered in their hearts.

For the next ten years, they would not forget, nor would they in a hundred.

.....

The great ship leisurely broke through the waves.

Li Qiubai's mood seemed heavy, just as he was about to speak, he noticed something.

He turned to look.

At the bow, Lu Qingshan was silent, his eyes slightly closed, his spirit wandering beyond the heavens.

A formless aura was swirling around him.

"Sword Meditation." The Sword Immortal discerned Lu Qingshan's state.

He pondered for a moment, then took Chuyi and Shiwu, who had noticed Lu Qingshan's unusual state but dared not disturb him, away from the bow.

Lu Qingshan's mind wavered.

After witnessing the Chang'an Sword Immortal sheathe his sword in Beicang, a profound aesthetic mingled with the sword principles he had understood before started to emerge, touching his soul.

In his Primordial Spirit, a symbol within the Primordial Divine Script representing Mang Cang Warfare began to glow, radiating golden light.

In his mind, a myriad of stars wandered, their paths like flying swords crisscrossing majestically, enchanting and captivating, with a blood moon in the sky, extraordinarily bright.

This was the warfare from the Blood Moon Warfare Stele.

Lu Qingshan faintly sensed a vague meaning.

He pondered silently, enduring "sitting" until late at night, when the bright moon shone high, before slowly opening his eyes.

The red moon in his vision turned into a clear moon, and Lu Qingshan was momentarily stunned.

A rich voice sounded.

"Boy, you're about to leap the Dragon Gate, when can you transform into a dragon?" The Chang'an Sword Immortal asked Lu Qingshan, who had returned from his meditative state, with interest.

Lu Qingshan turned to see Li Qiubai standing at the curtain of the cabin, uncertain whether he had just come out or had been waiting for a long time, holding a moon lantern associated with a woman's sentiment of "How many return from ancient battles?".

"I wouldn't dare claim to leap the Dragon Gate, but it's definitely soon." He said joyfully.

Although he was not in a hurry, progressing so quickly was a cause for happiness, no matter what.

Compared to the rapidity of the Spring Breeze Returns, the sword technique he comprehended this time, although not yet fully formed, Lu Qingshan knew would emphasize lethal force.

Once he leaps over this Dragon Gate, the sword technique would take shape, making the Divine Transformation Realm easily attainable.

Li Qiubai gave Lu Qingshan a meaningful look.

He had seen many juniors in the Sword Dao in his life.

But a sword cultivator like Lu Qingshan, who gains something from every sword strike, was rare even for Li Qiubai.

He wondered how many more Dragon Gates this boy could leap.

And whether he could leap over the greatest Dragon Gate.

"Boy, I'm leaving." Li Qiubai finally said.

In consideration of Xia Zhao and Lu Qingshan being a junior in the Sword Dao, he had accompanied Lu Qingshan for half a month, guiding him several times.

But after all, they were not related.

Furthermore, the path of the Sword Dao can be guided but not like a parent teaching a child to write, holding their hand to teach every step; it is of no benefit. It might teach good handwriting but would eliminate the possibility of becoming a "master of calligraphy."

Li Qiubai, at his realm, naturally understood this principle.

He had already taught Lu Qingshan several times, and the rest was up to Lu Qingshan to comprehend and integrate, so it was time to part ways.

Lu Qingshan was prepared for this moment, feeling only gratitude in his heart.

An elevated assistance from a Sword Immortal who stood at the pinnacle of the Sword Dao was of great significance to him.

"Did you prevail above Beicang's Qingming, senior?" Lu Qingshan cautiously asked.

Though he was quite certain in his heart that Li Qiubai must have won, it was still just a guess.

"A millennium ago, he was already defeated by me, so how could he possibly win now?" Li Qiubai replied straightforwardly, his tone quite flat, as if it wasn't worth mentioning.

For a genius who rarely appeared in a millennium on the path of the Sword Dao, there was only the present moment of not yet able to defeat; there could never be a time when defeated once, then later unable to win.

Because no one's progress could ever be faster than his.

"Then are you still a Sword Immortal now, senior?" Lu Qingshan hesitated for a moment before asking, "Earlier in Beicang City, Martial Emperor Xu said your pinnacle had been broken, is this just empty words?"

"A Martial Emperor wouldn't make such boastful claims." Li Qiubai scoffed.

"Then?" Lu Qingshan's heart was startled.

"My situation is rather special. Saying I have fallen from the Sword Immortal Realm is not false, but saying I am still a Sword Immortal is also not wrong." Li Qiubai nodded, unconcerned, just smiling.

"I don't quite understand, senior, can you enlighten me?" Lu Qingshan felt confused.

"Do you know the stages beyond Void Refining?" Li Qiubai glanced sidelong at Lu Qingshan and asked.

"Sixth Realm: Divine Transformation, Seventh Realm: Integration, Eighth Realm: Tribulation Crossing, Ninth Realm: Union." Lu Qingshan replied.

He could not possibly be unaware of these things.

"What is Union?" Li Qiubai asked in return.

Lu Qingshan was startled, frozen in place.

The Ninth Realm: Union, was still too distant for him to consider; he never thought about it nor knew its mysteries.