This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable-Chapter 462 - 9 The Vulture Old Man

Chapter 462: Chapter 9 The Vulture Old Man

Despite the twists and turns in his life, Lu Qingshan had ultimately embarked on the road to Giant Bear City once again.

“Just a few dozen miles ahead, there should be a small Human Race tribe called the ‘Bei’,” Lu Qingshan muttered as he checked the map, “Once we reach the Bei tribe, Giant Bear City will be near.”

He continued on his way, but as he was about to approach the small village of the Bei tribe, Lu Qingshan’s expression suddenly changed.

He smelled a pungent odor of blood.

Hurriedly, Lu Qingshan increased his speed, streaking through the sky as a radiance, heading straight for the small tribe.

Looking down, he saw a small oasis that could probably support a few hundred households, maybe a few thousand people.

But at that moment, the usually bustling oasis was deadly silent.

The earthen houses had collapsed, debris scattered everywhere, with startling dried bloodstains everywhere, and what met the eyes was too dreadful to behold.

One corpse after another lay in coagulated pools of blood, including white-haired old men, fragile women, and even babies in swaddling clothes had not escaped this calamity.

Among the bodies strewn on the ground, Lu Qingshan spotted a “familiar face.”

Previously in Dongque City, he had noticed a young monk with a long aura.

The young monk was frowning, his hands clasped together, standing in front of the ruins and reciting something to the corpses of the village people.

“…. Thus have I heard…. At that time, Tathagata smiled and released billions of great radiant clouds, the so-called Clouds of Great Perfection Light, Clouds of Great Compassion Light, Clouds of Great Wisdom Light, Clouds of Great Prajna Light….”

It was a Buddhist scripture for the transmigration of souls.

The young monk was conducting rites for the souls of the dead Bei tribe people.

He also sensed Lu Qingshan’s arrival but did not interrupt his scripture recital.

Instead, a little yellow sparrow hidden in the sleeve of the little monk’s robe popped out its head at this moment, its lustrous eyes curiously observing Lu Qingshan.

Lu Qingshan’s expression was somewhat somber—being of the Human Race, anyone with empathy would feel uneasy seeing such horror.

He silently released his Divine Sense, roaming around the village to search, when suddenly his expression shifted.

Among the numerous corpses, he detected a faint breath.

It was a very young boy, around eleven or twelve years old, with a massive wound on his stomach through which his internal organs were clearly visible, yet he was stubbornly hanging onto life and had not yet died.

Lu Qingshan approached, crouched down to examine the boy’s injuries, and discovered that the boy’s face was deathly pale, already unconscious, merely hanging on by a thread of breath.

At that moment, the young monk also noticed Lu Qingshan’s actions and came over. After examining the boy’s injuries, he sighed, “Such severe injuries, it’s impossible for him to survive.”

“That’s not necessarily true,” Lu Qingshan thought for a moment and then said softly.

Then, a pale blue sword, like a crystal of ice, appeared in his hand.

He waved the long sword towards the boy.

“Whoosh… benefactor you!” The young monk unconsciously cried out in alarm, his hand flashing a golden Dharma Seal, attempting to stop Lu Qingshan’s motion.

But just as the Dharma Seal was released, the young monk suddenly felt something, his face flickered with uncertainty, and he stopped his movements.

A flash of snowy Sword Light enveloped the boy’s body.

After the Sword Light passed, Lu Qingshan sheathed his sword.

And the boy, who had lost consciousness and was on his last breath, slowly opened his eyes at that moment.

The huge gash on his abdomen had somehow healed completely as if it had never existed.

Azure Fall: Oblivion.

The young monk, seeing the boy wake up, looked at the Sword of Oblivion in Lu Qingshan’s hand in utter shock.

Sword Cultivators were best known for their killing prowess, a fact known throughout the world.

But this was the first time he had heard that a Sword Cultivator’s sword could also save lives.

Yet, the young monk was innocent-minded and did not think too much about it, his face showing a hint of joy, and he quickly went forward to help the just-awakened boy up.

Lu Qingshan glanced at his panel.

The boy was merely a mortal with just physical injuries; even though the injuries looked terrifying, the actual healing was not as difficult as imagined.

Hence, this sword strike had only used ten percent of the currently stored Spirit energy of Oblivion.

However, it had cost him a full thirty thousand Experience Points.

This usage cost was indeed not cheap.

When the boy opened his eyes, his expression was firstly confused, then as if he remembered what had happened before, his face immediately showed terror.

He glanced at Lu Qingshan and the young monk, then saw the bodies of his parents lying next to him, and couldn’t help but burst into tears, throwing himself on his parents’ corpses, crying, “Dad, mom…..”

“What happened?” asked Lu Qingshan.

“It was the Sand Bandits,” the boy sobbed, “The ‘Evil Monks of Sand Sea,’ they came to our village with their followers, demanding Spirit Stones.

We are just a small tribe, already not wealthy. In the past years, relying on the savings of the Cultivator elders, we could barely hand over the Spirit Stones.

But later, all the savings of the Cultivator elders in our tribe were drained, and this time we couldn’t meet the demand for Spirit Stones.

We pleaded with the Sand Bandits for more time, but they showed no mercy and ruthlessly massacred our village.”

As the boy spoke, he continued to cry, his face covered in dried blood, stirring up anger in anyone who saw it.

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