Lu Qingshan nodded at Li Zhao to express his gratitude.
Li Zhao smiled. Then, he turned into smoke and slowly dissipated.
Looking at the endless mountain path, Lu Qingshan did not say anything. He took a step forward and continued forward.
As expected, there was another roar in his consciousness.
Then, the world spun.
Before his consciousness went blank.
What would the checkpoint be like this time?
Lu Qingshan thought.
…
On the mountain peak.
Li Zhao appeared beside the middle-aged Confucian.
"Your Excellency," Li Zhao said respectfully to the middle-aged Confucian.
The Netherworld Hell Overlord nodded slightly. He looked at Lu Qingshan, who was still walking on the mountain path. He suddenly asked, "Do you think he can pass Yan Qingfeng's Self-Examination Mirror?"
"Yes," Li Zhao said confidently.
A surprised look appeared on the Confucian's face. "You're so sure?"
Li Zhao said respectfully, "I'm not a real swordsman, so I can't comment too much.
But his temperament is exactly the same as my master's.
So, in my heart, he's already the best swordsman. "
His master was the most outstanding swordsman in the Zhao Kingdom.
"Your identity is honorable. I'm just a soul that hasn't reincarnated. I dare not overstep my boundaries. But if you do as I say, he can ascend to the mountain peak now without any other test," Li Zhao said seriously.
The Netherworld Hell Overlord was thoughtful. His eyes flashed. "Then let's wait and see."
… …..
A black roof made of straw and mud.
Yan Qingfeng opened his eyes.
He was an ordinary young man in a small village at the foot of Mount Azure Cloud.
There was a Azure Cloud Sect on Mount Azure Cloud. It was a sect of swordsman.
Occasionally, one could see an immortal flying on a sword, turning into a stream of light and leaving the mountain.
Flying on a sword between heaven and earth.
To the young man, this was something that he longed for and looked forward to.
Yan Qingfeng knew that he liked swords.
Today was the day of the Azure Cloud Sect's ten-year disciple recruitment test.
The clouds that used to surround Mount Azure Cloud had already dispersed.
Yan Qingfeng walked up the mountain path step by step.
He was going up Mount Azure Cloud.
In the open space in front of the huge hall, a middle-aged man in black robes stood.
Almost a thousand children under the age of twelve were gathered in the empty space. Yan Qingfeng was among them.
In cultivation, the most important thing was the innate talent of the spirit root. This was the case even for sword cultivation sects.
The first step of the entrance exam was to test the Spirit Root.
Those with spiritual roots were one in a hundred.
One by one, the children who were full of hope to climb the mountain had their dreams shattered.
Only a few lucky ones were able to enter the Immortal Sect.
Unfortunately, Yan Qingfeng was not one of the lucky few.
But he didn't want to give up.
He knelt at the foot of the Azure Cloud Sect for three days and three nights.
In the end, the Azure Cloud Sect's Sixth Elder felt his sincerity and made an exception to accept him into the sect.
On the second day, a group of children without Spirit Roots knelt at the foot of Mount Qingyun.
Yan Qingfeng, who was accepted into the Azure Cloud Sect as an exception, had an extremely low status.
Because the Spirit Root was not obvious, the progress of cultivation was pathetically slow.
Three months after entering the sect, he couldn't even draw spiritual energy into his body.
This caused many people in the sect to criticize the Sixth Elder for accepting Yan Qingfeng as his disciple.
Although his Spirit Root was not obvious, Yan Qingfeng's talent in swordsmanship was far beyond that of ordinary people.
By chance, he saw an elder imparting swordsmanship to an Aura Refining disciple.
The Azure Cloud Sword Technique.
Only those who had reached the third level of Aura Refining and above could learn it.
And he, who had been in the sect for three years, had yet to reach the first level of Aura Refining. He was seen as a great humiliation to the Azure Cloud Sect. Naturally, he didn't have the qualifications to learn the Azure Cloud Sword Technique.
He only saw the first move, Wild Goose Landing on Flat Sand.
Itching to learn it, he secretly took out a wooden branch and practiced it.
He didn't expect that he would be so adept at using the Wild Goose Landing on Flat Sand, which he had only seen briefly, for the first time.
Wild Goose Landing on Flat Sand was only the first move of the Azure Cloud Sword Technique. It was very ordinary and didn't have much power.
Yan Qingfeng only learned this move, so he could only practice it over and over again.
If he practiced the same move a thousand times a day, or even ten thousand times, after a period of time, even the most ordinary sword move would no longer be ordinary.
Moreover, Yan Qingfeng had an extraordinary talent in swordsmanship.
Three months later, the Azure Cloud Sect's Grand Tournament would be held.
The young disciples would have to compete and let the sect elders check the results of their cultivation over the years.
Those who performed well would be rewarded.
However, this year's Inter-Sect Grand Competition had a different meaning.
Because there was a new rule.
The person who came in last would be stripped of his status as a disciple of the Azure Cloud Sect.
Everyone knew that this rule was targeted at Yan Qingfeng.
Yan Qingfeng knew it too.
He didn't say anything. It would be useless even if he did.
Who would care about his opinion when he was a lowly person?
He felt depressed and practiced Wild Goose Landing on Flat Sand under the moonlight.
Only by practicing swordsmanship could he relieve his worries.
But that night, he heard a strange call.
After hesitating for a moment, Yan Qingfeng followed the call.
At the back of the mountain, in a pool. Among the rocks of different sizes and shapes, there was a black sword stuck diagonally in the water. The sword was completely black and the body of the sword was submerged in the water, leaving only the hilt above the water.
The moment he got close to the pool, the rocks shot out and the black sword rose. It was three feet long and surrounded by a black aura. The tip of the sword flashed with a cold light and a murderous aura rushed towards him.
It was like a demon.
But the faint black light on it and the call from it seemed to be tempting Yan Qingfeng.
He thought for a long time.
Yan Qingfeng gritted his teeth and grabbed the sword hilt.
The moment he grabbed the sword hilt, Yan Qingfeng clearly saw the terrifying scene contained in the murderous aura.
It was a sea of blood. Countless corpses floated on it and terrifying birds cawed.
A long bridge stretched across the sea of blood.
He was on this long bridge.
The scene was chilling.
Yan Qingfeng felt a sense of oppression that made it difficult for him to breathe.
He was like a drowning man, struggling for his life.
Not far in front of Yan Qingfeng, a terrifying beast that looked like an evil spirit suddenly appeared. It roared ferociously and pounced on him.
He instinctively performed the Wild Goose Landing on Flat Sand that he had practiced countless times.
The sword pierced through the terrifying beast's throat.
Blood splattered and splattered on his body.
Then, he regained consciousness. His clothes were already soaked in sweat.
What was even more strange was that Yan Qingfeng felt sticky all over.
He took a closer look and realized that he was covered in blood.
But Yan Qingfeng realized that his cultivation had reached the fifth level of Qi Refinement.
Looking at the long sword in his hand that was no longer shining, Yan Qingfeng knew that it must be this sword that caused all this.
But he also knew that this sword was most likely a demonic creature.
After all, he had seen the sea of blood and corpses with his own eyes.
He thought for a long time.
He remembered the mockery from his Senior Brothers. He remembered the Sixth Elder who was criticized by his Uncle-Masters because of him. He also remembered the new rule of the last place elimination system.
He silently picked up the sword and jumped into the pool to wash away the blood on his body.
A few months later.
The Azure Cloud Sect competition began.
All the disciples of the Azure Cloud Sect gathered together.
Including him, the shame of the sect who had only learned the Wild Goose Landing on Flat Sand.
In the first battle, Yan Qingfeng's opponent was Senior Brother Zhang Feng who loved to mock him.
His cultivation was at the sixth level of Qi Refinement.
Yan Qingfeng's long sword passed through the gap like an antelope's horn.
Before anyone could react, the tip of the sword was already at Zhang Feng's throat.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
Yan Qingfeng defeated Zhang Feng with only one move, the most inconspicuous Wild Goose Landing on Flat Sand.
Yan Qingfeng defeated all obstacles along the way in the grand competition that followed.
Wild Goose Landing on Flat Sand.
Wild Goose Landing on Flat Sand.
Wild Goose Landing on Flat Sand.
With just one Wild Goose Landing on Flat Sand, Yan Qingfeng fought his way to the arena of the finals.
Yan Qingfeng's opponent in the finals was the Eldest Senior Brother of the sect.
Yan Qingfeng, who had been mocked in the past, stood with his sword in his hand. He looked relaxed and heroic.
His sword light was fast and murderous.
With another Wild Goose Landing on Flat Sand, the Eldest Senior Brother was defeated by his sword.
Yan Qingfeng became famous in one battle. All the mockery disappeared and was replaced by endless praise.
Everyone said that Yan Qingfeng's Wild Goose Landing on Flat Sand was not a goose but a blue phoenix in the sky.
Yan Qingfeng was not immersed in the praise.
He knew that the sword in his hand was the source of everything. The praise of others was just water without a source.
It could not be drunk.
Yan Qingfeng named the sword he picked up by the pool as the Demonic Sword.
It was because the sword was too demonic. Every once in a while, it would pull him into the Blood Sea Hell and onto the bridge.
If he could defeat the terrifying Blood Sea Demonic Beasts on the bridge and break free from the Blood Sea Hell, his cultivation would improve greatly.
At the same time, the Demonic Beasts that appeared in the Blood Sea Hell became more terrifying and stronger.
It became more difficult for him to defeat these Demonic Beasts.
With the power of the Demonic Sword, Yan Qingfeng's cultivation improved by leaps and bounds. He became the first seat of the Blue Cloud Sect and represented the Blue Cloud Sect in the battle to determine the position of the thirty-six major sects that was held once in a century.
In the battle, Yan Qingfeng was unstoppable and showed off his abilities.
He fought his way to the finals. Unfortunately, his opponent was the first seat of the Lang Ya Sword Pavilion, whose cultivation was a whole realm higher than his.
He was defeated by the sword of the first seat of the Lang Ya Sword Pavilion.
.....
He was fully awake.
Lu Qingshan opened his eyes and looked around. There was a sea of people, and all of them looked at him with a trace of reverence.
In front of him was the first seat of the Lang Ya Sword Pavilion, Jiang Xue.
Her skin was as white as snow. She was so beautiful that she looked like a fairy.
It was hard to imagine that there was such a beautiful person in the world.
A moment later, there was a thunderous applause.
Lu Qingshan understood.
He had become Yan Qingfeng, who had just lost and was in the second seat.
Below the ring, the Sixth Elder looked at him with a smile on his face.
To the Blue Cloud Sect, being in the second seat was an unimaginable improvement. He could not be more satisfied.
This was because the Blue Cloud Sect was at the bottom of the thirty-six major sects.
The other sects' rankings often fluctuated. Only the Lang Ya Sword Pavilion had been the number one sect in the world for thousands of years. They deserved to be called the strongest sect.
It was normal for them to lose to the Lang Ya Sword Pavilion.
"Silence," the pavilion master of the Lang Ya Sword Pavilion suddenly said.
The crowd quieted down. They looked at the number one person in the cultivation world to see what he had to say.
The Lang Ya Sword Pavilion master leaped and landed on the ring. He stared at the Demonic Sword in Lu Qingshan's hand.
"Little friend Yan, where did you get this sword from?"
Lu Qingshan frowned slightly.
He had just arrived and was about to enter the main plot.
"I got it from the sect," Lu Qingshan answered.
The Lang Ya Sword Pavilion master smiled and said, "Little friend, you may not know, but the origin of this sword is not simple."
The words of the Lang Ya Sword Pavilion master immediately attracted the attention of all the cultivators present.
"This sword is an ancient Demonic Sword called Hidden Evil. It creates a world with one sword.
Hidden within Hidden Evil is the Blood Sea Hell. Once the owner of this sword holds this sword, he will be pulled into the Demonic World within the sword and face the threat of the evil creatures in the Blood Sea.
If he can successfully kill the evil creatures in the Blood Sea Hell, the sword owner's cultivation will improve greatly.
However, the evil creatures in the Blood Sea will only become stronger and stronger.
Once the sword owner is defeated by the evil creatures in the Blood Sea, he will be completely controlled by the sword and become a terrifying demon who only knows how to kill.
The sword owner is a Demonic Cultivator.
Three thousand years ago, the previous owner of Hidden Evil fell into this trap and brought disaster to the world.
The Lang Ya Sword Pavilion spent a lot of effort to suppress him, but we accidentally let this Demonic Sword escape. "
"Therefore," the Lang Ya Sword Pavilion master said gently, "To prevent you from falling into this trap, I hope you can hand over this sword. The Lang Ya Sword Pavilion will suppress it under the Lang Ya Mountain forever.
Of course, this is Little Friend's sword. If you give it up like this, it would make our Langya Sword Sect seem too overbearing. As compensation, I can make the decision to give our sect's Immortal Extermination Divine Sword to Little Friend Yan.
"Sect Master?!" Jiang Xue exclaimed.
The cultivators below the stage also exclaimed.
The Lang Ya Sword Pavilion master waved his hand. "Little friend Yan is talented in the Sword Dao. He is worthy of the Immortal Slaying Sword. There is no need to say more."
The Immortal Slaying Sword was the second Divine Sword of the Lang Ya Sword Pavilion.
It could also be called the second Divine Sword in the world.
If he agreed, he would exchange Hidden Evil for the second Divine Sword in the world. He would not lose out.
If he did not, he would face the danger of Hidden Evil devouring him and bear the name of a Demonic Cultivator.
No matter how one looked at it, there was nothing to hesitate about.
Countless gazes gathered on Lu Qingshan.
A mysterious force suddenly enveloped Lu Qingshan.
Lu Qingshan also felt this mysterious force.
The effect of this force was very simple. It allowed Lu Qingshan's following choices to be based on his heart, and not to guess the "correct answer" written to pass the test.
"No." Lu Qingshan shook his head and answered.
The crowd was in an uproar. The Lang Ya Sword Pavilion master's eyes were dark. "Do you know that if you don't hand over the Demonic Sword today, you will become a Demonic Cultivator despised by everyone? The Demonic Sword might even devour you at any time."
"Whether I am a Demonic Cultivator or not, it is not something that can be determined by a sword," Lu Qingshan said.
The Lang Ya Sword Pavilion master's face was unreadable. In the end, he flung his sleeves angrily and turned to leave.
Under the strange gazes of the cultivators, Lu Qingshan returned to the Blue Cloud Sect with the result of second place in the positioning battle.
On Blue Cloud Mountain, the sect was right in front of him.
Lu Qingshan was about to enter the sect.
However, at this moment, all the images began to shatter and the scenery changed drastically.
After a moment, Blue Cloud Mountain became Mount Tai.
Lu Qingshan returned to Mount Tai.
In front of him was the character that Lu Qingshan had played in the illusion, Yan Qingfeng.
"The Introspection State is guided by the power of the heart. When making any choice in it, no one can do anything that goes against their heart," Yan Qingfeng looked at Lu Qingshan and said slowly, "Therefore, deep down in your heart, you are unwilling to change your sword. It is not a choice that you made just to pass the Introspection State."
"But why? Why did you make such a choice? "Yan Qingfeng frowned and asked in confusion," Why would you rather bear the infamy and identity of a Demonic Cultivator? "
"What defines you is never the sword itself, but the way you use it," Lu Qingshan said.
Yan Qingfeng was stunned. Then, his eyes lit up and he repeated, "What defines you is never the sword itself, but the way you use it."
"However, the situation where Hidden Evil pulled you into the Blood Sea Hell and faced the Blood Sea Evil Beasts is real.
The Blood Sea Evil Beasts are getting stronger and stronger. You might not be able to defeat them next time and be attacked by them.
Can't you feel that fear? "Yan Qingfeng asked again.
"Fear does exist," Lu Qingshan nodded and said softly, "However, running away is only one of the choices."
Yan Qingfeng was stunned again. He stared at Lu Qingshan's calm and handsome face and suddenly laughed in relief. His laughter echoed halfway up the mountain. "Wonderful! Brother Lu, you are a wonderful person. "
As he laughed, Yan Qingfeng's laughter gradually turned sorrowful.
"If only I was as determined as Fellow Daoist Lu back then," Yan Qingfeng said regretfully.
He waved his hand.
The images reappeared.
It was still the Langya Sword Master. It was still the Divine Sword exchanging for the Demonic Sword.
On one side was the infamous Demonic Cultivator that everyone hated and could be attacked at any time. On the other side was the world's second divine sword.
There was no reason to refuse.
Yan Qingfeng received the sword.
A hundred years later.
Yan Qingfeng became the Sect Master of the Blue Cloud Sect.
On the day he became the Sect Master, the Lang Ya Sword Master launched a war of annexation against all the sects in the Cultivation World.
One sect after another, it was as if they were besieging a city.
In the blink of an eye, 34 out of 36 sects had either surrendered or been destroyed.
The Lang Ya Sword Master entered the last sect alone.
The Blue Cloud Sect.
Yan Qingfeng, who had become the Sect Master of the Blue Cloud Sect, welcomed the attack.
It was just a single sword strike.
The invincible Yan Qingfeng was defeated.
Yan Qingfeng looked at the dark sword in the Lang Ya Sword Master's hand and said sarcastically, "In order to unify the Cultivation World, the Lang Ya Sword Master is willing to serve the Demonic Sword and become a Demonic Cultivator."
The Lang Ya Sword Master looked at Yan Qingfeng calmly and asked, "Who told you that Hidden Evil is a Demonic Sword?"
Yan Qingfeng was stunned.
"Since the outcome has been decided, I might as well tell you the truth." The Lang Ya Sword Master sneered. Black mist swirled around him and terrifying scales gradually appeared on his face.
"Demonic beasts!" Yan Qingfeng exclaimed.
The Lang Ya Sword Master looked exactly like the demonic beasts in the Blood River Hell.
"Hidden Evil is a sword with demonic charms. It suppresses demonic beasts and is a supreme divine sword. How can it be a Demonic Sword?" The Lang Ya Sword Master laughed sinisterly. "Back then, the Hidden Evil Sword Master suppressed the Blood River Hell and suppressed all the demonic beasts in the sword.
Ten thousand years later, the Hidden Evil Sword Master passed away and I was lucky enough to escape the suppression. Hence, Hidden Evil tried every means to suppress me again. "
"However, no matter how strong the Hidden Evil Sword's divine power was, it was only a sword. It couldn't fight alone, so it needed to find a new master.
It could give the sword master endless divine power, but in order to train the sword master, it dragged the sword master into the Blood River Hell and let the sword master undergo a test.
Only those who passed the test could obtain the corresponding divine power.
The second Hidden Evil Sword Master wanted to kill me, but I killed him instead. However, before he died, he threw the Hidden Evil Sword Master out.
Hidden Evil escaped for a thousand miles and I couldn't catch up.
After that, I turned into a human and took charge of the Lang Ya Sword Pavilion. I searched for Hidden Evil for a thousand years but to no avail. "
"And you, you're the third Hidden Evil Sword Master." The Lang Ya Sword Master sneered. "However, it would never have thought that its own master would choose to abandon it because of the name of the Demonic Sword that I made up out of thin air."
Yan Qingfeng felt as if he was struck by lightning.
The Lang Ya Sword Master struck another blow. "Hidden Evil isn't a Demonic Sword, but the sword in your hand is a true Demonic Sword."
Yan Qingfeng was slightly stunned. He looked at the brilliant sword in his hand.
The Immortal Slaying Divine Sword.
"It's not slaying demons, it's not slaying devils, it's slaying immortals," the Lang Ya Sword Master said calmly. "Other than devils, what else can slay immortals?
The Immortal Slaying Divine Sword was left in the Lang Ya Sword Pavilion without a master for a thousand years because it's a Demonic Sword. "
"Exchanging the Hidden Evil Sword for the Immortal Slaying Demonic Sword." The Lang Ya Sword Master sneered. "Fool."
The Lang Ya Sword Master swung his sword again. The world flickered and Yan Qingfeng fell.
.....
"In the face of fear, I retreat. In the face of temptation, I'm moved. The Hidden Evil Sword chose me, but I'm not worthy of it." Yan Qingfeng said self-deprecatingly.
"I only have myself to blame for ending up like this. I can't blame anyone else.
I only hate myself for bringing shame to Hidden Evil, for making it the Lang Ya Sword Master's Demonic Sword that brings calamity to the world. I've caused evil beasts to wreak havoc in the world. "
Yan Qingfeng let out a long sigh. Similarly, he stepped aside and revealed the narrow mountain path behind him. He could already see the peak of Mount Dai.
He looked at Lu Qingshan and said meaningfully, "A sword cultivator like you is worthy of any Divine Sword."
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