Kapitel 9: Chapter 9: Lin Qingxue’s Tears

Lin Qingxue hurriedly came out of the bedroom and stood in front of Lu Chuan, afraid of appearing too enthusiastic.

Forcing herself to calm down, she put on a cold tone and said, "Lu Chuan, why are you here?"

Hearing her words, Luo Li, who was practicing swordsmanship nearby, felt a headache.

The tone of Lin Qingxue's speech was like that of a woman in a quarrel with her lover.

There was something behind her words, actually blaming Lu Chuan for not coming after so many days.

Deep down, she really wanted to see her Senior Brother Lu Chuan.

So what exactly is their relationship, fellow disciples?

It doesn't seem like it, why does it feel like the master is pursuing Lu Chuan?

This is a stark contrast to the image of the proud and unyielding female sword cultivator she had imagined.

Luo Li tried to calm down by practicing the basic sword techniques of the Immortal Gate a few times.

"Master asked me to pass on a message."

Lu Chuan thought he had disturbed Lin Qingxue's cultivation, which was why she was in a bad mood.

He briefly conveyed the message that the Sect Master wanted him to deliver, and then prepared to leave without disturbing her further.

"You're leaving?" Lin Qingxue's tone lost its emotion and became cold.

If Lin Qingxue's tone just now was like a hint of autumn chill, then she was like a bone-chilling cold wind in the twelfth lunar month.

Lu Chuan came to her on his own initiative for the first time in so many days, and it turned out to be just to deliver a message.

She had been thinking about him for so many days, and he came to say a few words and was ready to leave.

Thinking of this, Lin Qingxue couldn't suppress her emotions and got angry for the first time.

Luo Li sensed that something was wrong and turned around, winking at Lu Chuan to indicate that he should say something nice.

Seeing Luoli looking at him, Lu Chuan remembered the matter of the Ice Soul Sword Sword.

{T/N: I'm speechless..}

"To be honest, Martial Aunt," Lu Chuan said, facing the coldness emanating from Lin Qingxue, "I also want to spar with Luoli in swordsmanship."

"Spar? Don't you have anything else to say?"

"Disciple apologizes to Martial Aunt here for disturbing you. You don't need to watch us spar, you can go about your own business."

"So you're leaving because of me?" Lin Qingxue's tone was devoid of emotion.

Lu Chuan, you're bothered by me!

Lu Chuan, you've forgotten about the good Martial Aunt who faced the Red Dragon for you, took care of you when you were unconscious, and rushed to check on you right after the Inner Sect competition ended!

"Then you can spar by yourselves, I won't be in the way." Lin Qingxue finished speaking and left the mountain gate on her flying sword.

Luo Li heard a hint of sadness in Lin Qingxue's tone. Her strong-willed master actually shed tears for Lu Chuan.

While feeling surprised, she also felt pity for her master, as well as anger towards Lu Chuan.

He had looked quite handsome when he stood up on the martial arts stage before, so why is he so clueless in this situation?

Luo Li, today, will stand up for her master.

It's just a sword fight, she is confident in her swordsmanship and won't lose to Lu Chuan.

Half an incense stick later, Luo Li was covered in sweat, while Lu Chuan calmly held the Ice Soul Sword.

"Senior Brother, I admit defeat."

"That's it? Junior Sister, you definitely didn't fight seriously."

Lu Chuan's words were so grating to her ears. She was a cultivator specializing in swordsmanship, and swordsmanship was her path.

But she had to admit that Lu Chuan's proficiency in swordsmanship was not something she could match at her current level.

Throughout the entire sword fight, it was always Luoli attacking and Lu Chuan defending.

Afterwards, it was like looking in a mirror, Lu Chuan would replicate the sword techniques Luo Li had just used.

Some sword techniques were originally meant for defense, but Lu Chuan used them in an offensive manner.

Luo Li deeply admired him. What was even more surprising was that she had heard from Lin Qingxue before that Lu Chuan was not a sword cultivator and that swordsmanship was not his strong suit, he specialized in Daoist arts.

"I apologize for not letting Senior Brother fully enjoy himself. I will double my efforts in cultivation. Next time, I will make Senior Brother take notice."

When Lu Chuan used the sword, he didn't seem like the user of the sword, but more like the sword itself.

She felt a profound understanding, and as long as she had some time to digest it, her swordsmanship would definitely improve by a level.

During her previous match with Sima Dong, she didn't have any confidence in defeating his strong and domineering offensive swordsmanship.

But after today, she was confident that she could defeat Sima Dong. Not with the same defensive and exhausting tactics as last time, but by directly overwhelming him.

She had never been satisfied with her defeat by Sima Dong, a cunning and deceitful person.

The next time she faced him, she would vent her anger.

"I'm not as powerful as you say, it's just that the sword in my hand is better than yours. The quality of the sword affects the outcome of the match. Take this sword and try it."

Lu Chuan handed the Frost Sword to Luo Li.

Luo Li knew that Senior Brother Lu Chuan was giving her face.

The elders appreciated a talented and low-key junior like Lu Chuan, it was different for the master. She seemed to have some romantic feelings towards Lu Chuan.

Taking the Ice Soul Sword, Luo Li immediately felt its extraordinary nature.

During her time in the mortal world, as a princess of a country, she had seen many Spirit Weapons, but none of them could compare to the sword in her hand.

Luo Li wielded the Ice Soul Sword and performed the basic sword techniques of the Immortal Gate.

During the process, Luo Li felt that the sword in her hand was calling out to her, like a long-lost familiar friend.

Her body seemed to merge with the sword, and the basic sword techniques that required some time were completed in the blink of an eye.

Luo Li looked down at the Frost Sword in her hand, expressionless, "This sword is truly an exceptional weapon."

Then she looked up at Lu Chuan and continued, "But a good sword cannot fulfill its purpose without a good owner.

What do you mean?

The intense match just now didn't make Lu Chuan break a sweat, but now cold sweat was dripping down his back.

"Junior Brother Luo Li, do you want this sword?" Lu Chuan asked tentatively.

Unexpectedly, Luo Li suddenly laughed, "What I mean is, only a senior brother like you, a genius, can be worthy of this treasure sword."

Luo Li returned the sword to Lu Chuan.

"After the match with senior brother just now, I gained a lot. Now I want to contemplate and cultivate. Is there anything else senior brother needs?"

"No, your cultivation is important. I happen to need to return to my peak." Lu Chuan took the Ice Soul Sword and quickly flew out of the Lin Qingxue peak using the Flying Sword technique.

"These days have been truly thrilling." Lu Chuan let out a sigh of relief.

Back at his peak, he tried various methods to test the Ice Soul Sword, but it showed no reaction.

The matter of the Sword Spirit could be put aside for now.

Looking towards the foot of the Immortal Gate mountain.

Mist surrounded the area, and the shadows of trees were scattered.

A tall young man in Daoist robes stood at the entrance of the sect.

"Elder Nangong Xi, you're back." The gatekeeper recognized the young man as Nangong Xi, a well-known figure in the sect, and bowed to him.

"Mm, has the internal disciples' grand competition ended?"

"It ended several days ago."

Nangong Xi nodded, "It seems I spent quite some time on the journey."

This time, he received a mission from the sect to go to the South Sea to handle disputes between the sea tribe and the human tribe. It took him half a year to return to the sect.

He wondered what place Sima Dong, his distant cousin, had achieved in the internal competition.

He had spent a large sum of money to obtain a Petrification Stone for his distant cousin. He didn't know if it had been useful.

Instead of going to his own peak at the Elders' Peak, he flew towards the Lin Qingxue peak.

During his trip to the South Sea, he obtained a Seventh Grade Spirit Sword and intended to give it to Lin Qingxue.

He had been pursuing Lin Qingxue for decades, and all the gifts he had given her had been rejected. He had already figured out Lin Qingxue's temperament and knew that she was usually interested in cultivation and sword practice.

A good horse matches a good saddle, and a precious sword matches a beautiful woman.

This time, Lin Qingxue definitely wouldn't be able to refuse him. As long as she accepted the first gift, she would accept the second, the third, and fall in love with him under the bombardment of gifts.

Hahaha, Lin Qingxue, one day I will conquer you and make you willingly call me husband!