Chapter 1207: Chapter 54: Arrival of the Winter Snow
On the top of Qing Peak.
The sword hums and whines.
The flying sword grows sharper, the sword intent more majestic, its trajectory resembling hundreds of meteoric traces dancing beautifully.
Yet, the powerful aura it reveals is enough to leave everyone in awe.
Lin Chuyi and Lin Shiwu look up at this scene.
They are still young and know very little, so they do not understand the significance behind the actions of the Sword Sect.
But within their hearts, they cannot help but feel a surge of excitement.
Some indescribable yet incredibly important thing takes root and sprouts deep within their hearts, silently.
That is the belief exclusive to a Sword Cultivator.
This is the greatest benefit of joining a great sect.
Some may choose to join a humble little sect, rising from the obscure, which is also a path.
But joining a great sect, standing on the shoulders of giants, often allows one to see further.
Lu Qingshan hovers in the air, his body braced against the winter’s biting cold wind, yet his heart is fervent.
All this before him makes him deeply understand the spirit of the Sword Sect.
At the same time, he also realizes the meaning behind Sect Master Xie Qingyun’s profound and inexplicable smile when he handed this task to him.
Xie Qingyun had long made up his mind in his heart.
A Sword Cultivator cultivates both the sword in hand and the heart sword within.
As Xie Qingyun’s heir in Tianyuan, Lu Qingshan, his true future and hope for the Sword Sect in his eyes, even when Lu Qingshan wished to join the expedition west, Xie Qingyun did not stop him.
Because that is where Lu Qingshan’s heart sword points.
Rather take it straightly than seek it bent.
The sword in hand and the heart sword of a Sword Cultivator must be unimpeded to proceed with nothing in their way.
How could Xie Qingyun not let the elder Sword Cultivators and young disciples with similarly soaring battle spirits accompany them?
The reason he let Lu Qingshan take this journey is more importantly to let him personally feel the will of the Sword Sect.
This is a sect that gives all disciples a sense of belonging, a place with a glorious heritage.
For hundreds of years, there have often been some Outer Sect cultivators trying to steal the Cultivation Techniques and Sword Techniques of the Sword Sect.
Of course, they all failed in the end.
But they do not understand, even if they succeeded, they could never be as powerful as the Sword Cultivators of the Sword Sect.
The true strength of the Sword Sect is not something that can be learned through theft.
Without a thousand years of heritage and edification, even to grasp the essence is difficult!
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After a moment, the flying sword exuding violent aura finally comes to a halt, transforming into radiance, retrieved by the Sword Cultivators back into their Dantian.
Lu Qingshan likewise retrieves his own Dragon Sparrow.
However, that fierce sword intent does not dissipate easily.
The vigor born from his chest remains long and enduring.
At this moment.
Abruptly, without warning, the white clouds above the pristine Heaven’s Vault churn, and following an unbearably cold gust of wind, flake-like, crystalline objects begin to drift down gently.
Winter snow.
The snow is dense but fine, without the overwhelming force to sweep over everything, it’s falling slowly, appearing somewhat reserved.
It’s snowing.
This year’s winter snow arrived particularly late.
The late-arriving winter snow.
Lu Qingshan stretches out his hand.
A crystal-clear snowflake spins slowly and lands in his palm.
"The night approaches, snow falls..." Lu Qingshan gently flicks away the snowflake that just fell into his hand, squinting towards the west, he reflects, "Shall we share a drink?"
The snowflake slips from his palm, continuing to float downward.
The radiant morning sun happens to shine upon this small snowflake, reflected, dispersing into a seven-colored halo, spreading in all directions.
In that instant.
The vigor within Lu Qingshan’s chest reverberates suddenly.
A sudden enlightenment rises in his heart.
"Winter snow?"
"Guarding?"
"Four ounces can move a thousand pounds..."
In the next moment, within his sea of consciousness, over a beautiful yet incomplete Primordial Divine Script, a mysterious symbol representing the word "Welcome" shines with golden light.
The patterns form as strikes of iron and silver hooks, unfolding like grass snakes in the dull ground, reflected in divine light, gradually taking shape.
Immediately, this mysterious symbol breaks free from the Primordial Divine Script, floating up, shining like jade.
Various coincidental factors finally cause Lu Qingshan to once again cross the threshold of the fourth word of the Wilderness, entering the hall.
Whoosh!
Lu Qingshan involuntarily soars into the sky, flying upwards several thousand zhang in one breath before stopping.
Here, the chill is stronger, the winter snow more densely swirling.
Yet at this moment, an invisible airflow circles around his whole body, so that all the winter snow cannot come near him.
Lu Qingshan overlooks the magnificent Sword Sect below, the vast Inverted Mountain range.
The Inverted Mountain range is a stretch of snow-capped peaks.
Countless peaks, each more peculiar than the last, some majestic, some for Spiritual Cultivation, some towering, some bizarre, some steep, each composing an extremely vivid picture.
These strange peaks pierce straight into the clouds.
Snowflakes flutter all around.
The atmosphere is vibrant.
Nebulae spread across the land.
Lu Qingshan gazes at this boundless mountain range, and then he gradually closes his eyes.
Scenes of what he just experienced replay in his mind.
He is feeling the mottled sword intent still hovering in the air.
His spirit enters a peculiar state.
The vigor lingering in his chest continues to grow, rushing straight to the Heaven’s Vault.
In the end, in Lu Qingshan’s mind, only that brilliant snowflake reflecting myriad rays of light remains.
The mysterious symbol within his sea of consciousness begins to emit starlight, dreamlike, like dispersing foam.