This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable-Chapter 933 - 11: Detesting the Ancients, for They Have Not Seen My Madness!

Chapter 933: Chapter 11: Detesting the Ancients, for They Have Not Seen My Madness!

Qing City.

A spirit message flew into the study.

Qing King stretched out his hand, and the spirit message automatically fell into his palm.

He extended his divine sense to read the spirit message. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

"Li Qiubai has appeared and is heading to Water Cloud Platform." After a moment, he rose from his chair and, gazing at the empty room, spoke in a deep voice.

A hazy ripple flashed, and a shadowy figure suddenly appeared in the study.

"Just as Qing King planned. Congratulations, Qing King."

"It’s too early to congratulate me," Qing King said calmly, looking ahead.

"What do they say from that side, how long... how long will it take?"

"At least it will take two months," the shadow responded to Qing King.

"Two months..." Qing King said gravely, "Too long, although I’ve made thorough preparations, all other parties are within my control, and two months is not an issue.

But Li Qiubai is someone I absolutely cannot control. What I can do now is merely delay him as much as possible.

Tell the Demon Race to speed up their actions; if they can advance by five days for each period of time, I will add an extra tenth to the conditions I promised them."

"Understood," replied his subordinate.

Qing King waved the shadow away, standing still afterward, a peculiar smile slowly spreading on his stern face.

"Li Qiubai, I’ve set up three heavenly barriers for you; if they still can’t stop you, I will have nothing more to say."

Qing King couldn’t help but fall into reflection.

His life experience could be described as legendary, born into the Imperial clan, with a silver spoon and an extraordinary origin, gifted with Vajra’s strength, capable of tearing tigers and leopards, and with exceptional talent in cultivation.

Moreover, he was far from being a brainless brute.

His scheming was far deeper than others.

Moreover, he was fond of martial arts and skilled in battles; his cultivation progressed boldly and fiercely, as if he never encountered any hurdles.

Thus, at just two thousand years old, he became the head of his branch of the Imperial clan, breaking through the Ninth Realm in cultivation, and slaying countless members of the Demon Race on external battlefields, considered the God General of the Great Xia Imperial Clan.

Until then, his life was smooth sailing, and many even believed he would definitely become the next King of Great Xia.

Even he thought so himself.

But who could have thought, that before Xia Xuanji’s fall, the throne of Lord Xia wasn’t passed on to him, despite his fame and unparalleled strength, nor to other renowned elites of the other two branches, but to an obscure woman named Xia Xiaoxiao.

Qing King was naturally dissatisfied.

Then, he encountered that sword cultivator, the Sword Immortal named Li Qiubai.

Being someone who considered almost no one his match, he couldn’t even force Li Qiubai to draw his sword and was utterly defeated.

This cast a significant shadow on him.

As time passed and ten thousand years went by, his cultivation reached new heights, and he finally took that half-step beyond the Ninth Realm.

Yet even with this, he still harbored immense fear of Li Qiubai.

After all, ten thousand years ago, Li Qiubai was already a Sword Immortal.

And over these ten thousand years, he merely caught up to Li Qiubai’s level from back then.

With Li Qiubai’s talent, how could he have stagnated over such a long time?

With such a figure hovering overhead, how could he act arrogantly?

Until he learned about that shocking news....

When he first heard the news, he couldn’t believe it, thinking no one in the world would dare to do such a thing.

But after repeated verification and assembling intelligence, Qing King finally confirmed this seemingly incredible news...

To be true!

After unimaginable shock, a surge of joy flooded in.

He couldn’t fathom what was on Li Qiubai’s mind causing him to do such a thing.

But he must consider this as perhaps the only opportunity of his life, not to be missed.

"Victory belongs to the king, failure to the bandit..." Qing King murmured to himself.

.......

The grand ship descended along the Lan Cang River.

This stretch of water was extremely swift, with cliffs on both banks; the river’s color gradually deepened, turning a bluish chill like ice crystals.

Visible strands of cold air rose from the river’s surface.

Lu Qingshan, clad in a black robe, stood at the ship’s bow, holding the hands of two disciples.

He was pouring spiritual power into them to ward off the cold while smiling, "Lan Cang River is where Water Cloud Platform refines artifacts. Don’t think that this is already extremely cold; only when you get close to the Water Cloud Platform will it be truly frigid."

Premier artifact refining sites are all located in unusual places, either above volcanic magma using earth fire to forge artifacts or within heavenly thunder, borrowing thunder force for tempering...

This Water Cloud Platform is situated above extremely cold waters, using cold waters to temper artifacts.

The two young girls gazed at the ever-emanating cold over the Lan Cang River, and upon thinking about the increasing cold ahead, even with Lu Qingshan’s spiritual power protection, couldn’t help but shiver a little, their faces turning a bit pale, as if they could feel that chill.

Lu Qingshan stood at the bow, patiently explaining to his two young disciples the geographical features of Lan Cang Jiang.

After leaving Tai’an City, they transferred through several teleportation arrays, entering from the lake to the river, amidst hazy waves, soon reaching the Lan Cang Great River where the Water Cloud Platform resides.

The cold of Lan Cang Great River was biting; only the cold was in the air, not air itself, beyond what ordinary people could endure.

Since Lin Chuyi and Lin Shiwu, two sisters, were accompanying them, they had to make the journey by the grand ship upon reaching here.

At this point, the river narrowed even further, with cliffs on both sides as neat as knife cuts, allowing only one ship to pass in a line of sky.

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