This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable-Chapter 934 - 11: Detesting the Ancients, for They Have Not Seen My Madness!_2

Chapter 934: Chapter 11: Detesting the Ancients, for They Have Not Seen My Madness!_2

On the mountainside, the three large characters "Watercloud Platform" were engraved, surrounded by extremely complex patterns, glowing softly.

This narrow passage was the gateway to the Watercloud Platform; without permission, anyone entering this path would trigger a mystical formation, causing the ground to collapse and the mountains to crumble, with stone bridges and ladders connecting in perilous ways.

Yet today, for some unknown reason, the narrow passage was wide open, completely undefended.

Li Qiubai drifted out from the cabin, took a distant look at the rock walls on both sides, and muttered "fancy show," which Lu Qingshan’s sharp ears caught clearly.

It’s like how science majors disdain engineering majors, and engineering majors disdain agriculture majors.

Although there’s no hierarchy, in the eyes of a Sword Cultivator, formations are just side doors, complex and profound like misty clouds, but ultimately beaten by a single sword.

Just toys, not worth looking at!

Lu Qingshan couldn’t help but smile wryly.

But he thought this kind of scorn should only exist among small-time Sword Cultivators, not expecting that a Sword Immortal, who had reached the pinnacle, also shared this side.

Even the great ones have their little quirks.

....

Without any obstruction, nor anyone stepping up to stop them, they quickly exited the narrow passage.

The view abruptly widened.

The river water slowed from rapid to gentle, and the river’s width expanded from narrow to wide, as if having come from the Ghost Gate Pass to the world of the living, making the mood much more pleasant.

Yet the chill became more intense, weaving into clusters of mist, ethereal and elusive.

From afar, one could see numerous iron chains, as thick as arms, surfacing on the river and stretching into the distance.

On these iron chains, a layer of ice spikes formed, adding to the coldness of the place.

The iron chains crossed the river.

And beneath, the river water was as icy cold as solid, flowing slowly and very sluggishly.

This couldn’t be considered ordinary river water; it was mystical water, with every drop containing endless chill, as heavy as a hundred pounds.

Mystical water is used to temper artifacts, significantly improving the quality of the magic artifact’s final product.

Usually, an Artifact Refiner would only use mystical water when crafting exceptionally important magic artifacts.

But in a place like this, everywhere the eye could see was mystical water, enough for the Watercloud Platform’s Artifact Refiners to squander at will.

This was a terrifying feat.

For any Artifact Refiner, such a place was a dreamland Holy Land.

Only the Watercloud Platform, being a part of the Great Xia’s Artifact Refining Department, could monopolize such a treasured land.

At this moment, in the chill-formed mist, a black line surged forward.

Lu Qingshan’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Dozens of dragon boats burst through the mist riding the waves. fгeewebnovёl.com

On the dragon boats stood armored cultivators wearing black divine armor, creating a tense atmosphere.

Numbering in the hundreds or even thousands, their presence was as formidable as tides reaching the heavens.

A single Divine Armor Cultivator was enough to make Lu Qingshan consider using a sword token.

At this very place and time, a thousand Divine Armor Cultivators formed a black line, their aura vast beyond words.

Moreover, Lu Qingshan could clearly feel that the divine armor worn by the armored cultivators on the dragon boats, whether in mystical quality or material, far surpassed that of the black-armored person he encountered in Tai’an City.

This was definitely the strongest combat power of the Watercloud Platform.

Leading this army of armored cultivators was a burly middle-aged man.

He was also armored, but unlike the others, he didn’t wear a faceplate, and his dignified appearance was evident.

Lu Qingshan frowned slightly.

"The visitors aren’t friendly, they’ve been prepared," he thought to himself.

Previously, when they first entered the narrow passage and the Ghost Gate Pass, no one stopped them. But now, stepping into the Watercloud Platform area without any notification, the multitude of cultivators blocking the way clearly indicated they had been waiting for a long time.

The implication was obvious.

The middle-aged man took a step forward at the prow of the dragon boat and loudly asked, "Who goes there?"

"Li Qiubai," responded the Chang’an Sword Immortal, dressed in a gray robe, calmly stepping forward.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man hurriedly cupped his fists and greeted, "Lu Ming Liang, deputy sect leader of Watercloud Platform, greets Sword Immortal Li. I was unaware of your arrival, and I apologize for not welcoming you from afar."

"I’m here to see your sect leader," Li Qiubai said indifferently.

"Isn’t it just a coincidence? If it were any other time, with Sword Immortal Li visiting, Watercloud Platform would naturally sweep the halls to welcome you properly. However, recently, due to certain reasons, Watercloud Platform has sealed the river and isn’t receiving guests..." Lu Ming Liang replied, hesitantly showing on his face.

"But what if I insist on meeting?" Li Qiubai asked again, unfazed.

"Watercloud Platform dares not disrespect a Sword Immortal, but this is Watercloud Platform, and we cannot allow others to storm in recklessly," Lu Ming Liang’s eyes gleamed sharply, but his heart was far less calm than his face or tone.

The name of Chang’an Sword Immortal was known far and wide.

This was someone who had once left sword marks on the Xuanwu Gate of Chang’an.

Even as only a deputy sect leader of Watercloud Platform, the sect leader himself wouldn’t dare to muster the courage to bar his way.

If not for the behest from those behind them in the imperial dynasty...

If not for knowing in advance that Li Qiubai had fallen from the Sword Immortal realm, and even the head had been folded like a bull’s horn...

If not for understanding that, considering that person’s regard, Li Qiubai would probably not go fully against Watercloud Platform of the Great Xia’s Artifact Refining Department...

Then, even with a hundred-fold courage, he wouldn’t dare stand in front of this Sword Immortal.

But names carry weight and shadows cast by trees.

Even with these factors in play, Lu Ming Liang still felt fear creeping into his heart, unwilling to act rashly.

This Chang’an Sword Immortal, even at the weakest, was still a tiger, not a kitten.

He had no bottom line in his heart and could only continuously comfort himself.

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