This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable-Chapter 926 - 8: Oranges Born in Huainan Are Oranges_3

He was never one to rely on luck, and the reason for his decision was only one...

Appreciation of talent.

Perhaps, aside from that, there were some hidden thoughts he wasn’t even aware of.

He wasn’t sure if the Qing King could really reach that stage, but he was gambling everything, entrusting the future of the Human Race to one person.

Even if that person was his grandfather.

......

Spring rain lingered over the small town.

A horse-drawn carriage opened its curtains, revealing a pure and immaculate face, capable of expressing both annoyance and joy, full of youthful exuberance.

The young girl extended her hand, letting the tiny raindrops fall onto her palm, feeling quite delighted.

"Qing’er."

A slightly annoyed voice came from inside the carriage.

The girl called Qing’er stuck out her tongue and obediently pulled her hand back.

She was about to speak back but suddenly saw something that made her quickly drop the curtain like a startled rabbit.

Inside the carriage, a middle-aged woman of average appearance looked slightly surprised that her youngest daughter, who rarely refrained from acting petulant, was unusually well-behaved.

Upon closer inspection.

"Qing’er, why is your face so red? Did you catch a cold?" The woman asked with concern.

"No, it’s not that." The girl clung to her mother’s hand, acting coy, then couldn’t hold back her curiosity, lifting the curtain to sneak a peek outside once again.

But to her disappointment, the tall figure that captured her attention in a fleeting glimpse had disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The girl felt quite disheartened, full of regret.

At this time, the carriage rounded a corner and stopped in front of a shop.

Her mother quickly got off the carriage to collect rent inside the shop.

A young girl, who never had an interest in these matters, stayed in the carriage, her dark eyes wandering aimlessly.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up.

The figure of the man, previously vanished, reappeared in her sights.

He was conversing with a vendor selling candied hawthorn on the roadside, accompanied by two very obedient little girls.

It seemed like a brother with his two sisters?

The girl thought to herself.

She gathered her courage to secretly observe the man not far away.

His facial features were very soft, yet distinctly defined, an optimal balance of both, thus possessing both beauty and masculinity.

The man appeared very young, with his beautiful phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, having a mesmerizing allure.

What was unforgettable about him was his transcendent and unique aura, particularly captivating.

.....

Lu Qingshan handed the freshly bought two sticks of candied hawthorn to the eagerly awaiting pair of sisters.

According to the last trail of "Qingfeng Sect" filtered by Zhi Shou Lou intelligence, he had gone through it too, yet still found nothing.

The clues ended here.

To continue searching would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

But that didn’t mean the path was cut off.

If his guess was correct, the reason he couldn’t find "Qingfeng Sect" was entirely because someone tampered with the intelligence at Zhi Shou Lou, hoodwinking him.

However, in the Central Heavenly Realm, aside from the Great Xia Imperial Clan, there was another giant entity.

Heavenly Secret Pavilion.

The mastermind behind the scenes could alter Zhi Shou Lou’s intelligence but could never extend their reach to the Heavenly Secret Pavilion.

After initially confirming the Heavenly Secret Pavilion’s integrity, Lu Qingshan decided to visit it once more.

"Is it delicious?" He lowered his head to see the sisters licking away the sugary coating, nibbling at the hawthorn, and gently asked with a smile.

Kids are indeed kids, innocent and carefree.

"Delicious, thank you, master!" The younger sister Lin Shiwu vigorously nodded and then looked up at Lu Qingshan, saying: "But it tastes different from the hawthorn at home."

Lu Qingshan smiled, dismissing it: "An orange that grows south of the Huai River is an orange, but if it grows north of the Huai River, it’s a trifoliate orange. Different regions naturally have different flavors, as long as it’s tasty."

"But last time we ate candied hawthorn, it tasted exactly like the ones at home!" The elder sister Lin Chuyi tilted her head at Lu Qingshan, puzzled.

"Maybe it just happened to taste similar..." Lu Qingshan stopped midway, as a thought flashed through his mind like lightning.

"You mean, exactly the same?" He looked at Lin Chuyi, seeking confirmation.

Lin Chuyi didn’t understand why her master suddenly became serious, so she answered honestly: "Yes."

Lu Qingshan stood frozen.

After returning from the Netherworld to the Human Realm with the sisters, the nearest city was Tai’an City.

To gather intelligence, he entered Tai’an City and along the way bought a stick of candied hawthorn for the craving sisters.

Back then, the sisters mentioned that Tai’an City’s candied hawthorn tasted exactly like the hawthorn at Qingfeng Sect.

At that time, Lu Qingshan didn’t think much of it.

But now he had come to a realization.

"An orange that grows south of the Huai River is an orange, but if it grows north of the Huai River, it’s a trifoliate orange..." Lu Qingshan murmured, as a ludicrous thought emerged in his mind.

"Could it... be?"

....

The girl hesitated for a long time.

Finally, she made up her mind to cast aside the girl’s modesty, muster the courage, and actively step forward to ask the man which noble family he belonged to.

Yet as soon as the girl lowered the curtain and left the carriage, she realized that the man and the two little girls by his side had vanished like immortals in that brief moment.

She stood there rubbing her eyes, unsure if the man was a figment of her imagination or if he truly existed.

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