The Cold and Aloof Palace Master's Daily Demon-Slaying Life

Chapter 122 Let's Change Qingping (First Update)

"I, Li Baitian, have cultivated the sword path for over seven hundred years," he declared loudly, his voice echoing throughout the square, filled with undeniable pride and unwavering determination. "Blessed by the sword path, and fortunate enough to comprehend swordsmanship within the realm of ink painting, I created the Qingping Sword Technique." His sword intent is ever-changing; he is certain that he is second to none in the way of the sword.

"Today, I will ask the Sword Master."

"With my two swords, Qingping and Taozhi, I will test the True Lord's sword to see if it is sharp enough."

After speaking, he made a grasping motion with his right hand, and a long sword with an ancient design and a bluish-green scabbard, hanging at his waist, automatically emerged half an inch from its sheath, emitting a clear and melodious sword cry.

At the same time, with a wave of his left hand, another strange longsword, its entire body the color of withered wood, flew out from the sword box on his back and hovered beside him.

Qingping.

Peach branches.

Both of their natal swords were drawn simultaneously.

The sword intent soared to the sky, subtly creating a balance of power with the oppressive aura of the thunderous dragon above.

"He's gone mad—completely gone mad—"

An old monster muttered, his eyes filled with disbelief, "Did Sword Profound Immortal forget his brain today? Doesn't he know the vast difference between a Purple Mansion cultivator and a True Monarch? To take three sword strikes from a True Monarch? Isn't that courting death?"

"Perhaps—what he sought was an ultimate, dazzling sword trial, a trial of life and death?" Another old cultivator mused, a deep regret hidden in his eyes.

Such a brilliant swordsman is likely to perish here today.

On the dragon's head, Zuo Qingqiu's eyes flickered slightly.

She saw the almost obsessive purity in Li Baitian's eyes regarding the way of the sword.

It was a blazing light that transcended life, death, honor, and disgrace, seeking only to prove the ultimate in swordsmanship.

This kind of light is something that a cultivator like her, who proves her Dao through thunder, cannot quite understand.

But that doesn’t prevent her from making a judgment.

"As you wish."

The cold voice fell, like a verdict.

A battle between experts at the Purple Mansion level or above would have earth-shattering destructive power, so it would be impossible for it to take place in the core area of ​​the Taihua Sect.

With a slight thought, Zuo Qingqiu unleashed a deep roar from the thousands of feet of purple-black lightning dragon beneath his feet. Its massive body loosened its grip on Taihua Peak, soared into the air, and transformed into a winding streak of purple-black lightning, instantly tearing through the sky and hurtling eastward.

Without hesitation, Li Baitian transformed into a blue sword rainbow and followed closely behind.

Seeing this, the guests in the square and the senior officials of Taihua Gate were not about to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to watch the battle.

Streaks of light of various colors shot into the sky, like shooting stars chasing the moon, closely following the terrifying lightning and the resolute sword rainbow ahead.

For these old monsters, who were at least at the peak of the early stage of the Purple Mansion Realm, the distance of thousands of miles was only a short while.

A vast plain came into view.

This place is called Yifan Plain. Because the land is barren and spiritual energy is scarce, it is barren for thousands of miles all year round and there are few traces of living beings.

It was the dead of winter, and the heavy snow had covered the desolate landscape, leaving only a vast expanse of white as far as the eye could see. This contrasted sharply with the distant, continuous black mountains, making the scene appear even more empty and lonely.

The purple-black lightning struck first, and the dragon's body coiled and shrank, eventually transforming into a solid halo of lightning that hovered behind Zuo Qingqiu, making her appear as if the Thunder God had descended to earth.

She stood in mid-air, her black Taoist robe motionless in the biting wind, her gaze calmly fixed on the azure sword rainbow that followed.

Li Baitian pressed down on his sword light, but instead of standing in mid-air like Zuo Qingqiu, he chose to lower his rank and land on the snow, facing Zuo Qingqiu from a distance of a hundred feet.

Behind him, the twin swords Qingping and Taozhi floated, their blades pointing outwards, exuding a chilling sword intent that silently shredded the startled snowflakes.

In the distance, countless streaks of light stopped and stood watching from dozens of miles away.

No one dared to get too close, for even a single strike from the True Lord could severely injure them from the aftershocks.

The top-tier Grand Perfection experts, such as Qingwei Zhenren and Leihuang Zhenren, stood at the forefront, watching the scene with solemn expressions.

The atmosphere was tense; a major battle was imminent.

Zuo Qingqiu did not make a move immediately.

Her gaze swept over the two natal swords behind Li Baitian, each with a different aura yet equally extraordinary. Qingping was incomparably sharp, while Taozhi was ancient and mysterious.

She hesitated for a moment, then made a gesture with her delicate hand in the air.

It wasn't the radiance of some divine weapon being born, but rather a faint flash of spiritual light, and a sword appeared in her hand.

That sword was nothing special.

The sword is three feet long, with a narrow blade that has a bluish-black sheen, and some areas on the blade show fine signs of wear.

The hilt of the sword was wrapped with rough hemp rope to prevent slipping.

The entire sword exudes an air of cheapness, or even "crudeness".

"The Blue Steel Sword?"

"This—this must be the standard steel sword used by the lowest-ranking disciples, right?"

"True Lord Zixu—does he actually intend to use such ordinary iron to duel with Sword Immortal Qingping?"

The crowd watching from afar appeared silent on the surface, but in reality, their mental communication had already exploded.

Using such a low-level, trash weapon that even disciples above the fifth level of Qi Refining would despise to fight against a peerless sword immortal at the Great Perfection of the Purple Mansion realm, wielding two top-tier immortal swords.

What utter contempt this is!

How arrogant!

However, upon closer reflection, everyone felt relieved, and even a chill ran down their spines.

When facing an opponent who is a whole realm lower than oneself, even if the opponent is a sword genius, is it necessary to use divine weapons?

Perhaps in the eyes of the True Lord, whether one uses the Green Steel Sword or the Peerless Divine Sword, the result is the same.

This precisely demonstrates the absolute strength and confidence of True Lord Zixu—even if I use the most ordinary sword, you cannot withstand it.

However, this "confidence" is undoubtedly the greatest humiliation in the eyes of the challenged party.

This is especially true for a sword immortal who regards swordsmanship as life, swords as companions, and swords as honor.

Sure enough, the moment Li Baitian saw the steel sword in Zuo Qingqiu's hand, his usually calm and composed face, which seemed to have everything under control, showed a violent emotional fluctuation for the first time.

It wasn't fear, but a fit of rage.

A furious outburst of anger, a feeling of being deeply wounded and having one's lifelong beliefs and dignity utterly trampled upon.

"You—" He disregarded the difference in status and did not use honorifics. He took a step forward, and the snow under his feet exploded, revealing black frozen soil.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the unremarkable steel sword, his chest heaving violently, and the veins on his hand gripping the sword bulging.

"If you truly intend to use such ordinary, mundane weapons in a sword duel—" His voice trembled with extreme rage, yet each word was as sharp as iron, striking the snow, "it would be the greatest insult to the very word 'sword.'"

Before he finished speaking, he did something that left all the spectators speechless and almost thought he had gone completely mad. He pointed his fingers like a sword and pointed at the Qingping Sword that was floating beside him.

"Zheng"

The Qingping Sword emitted a clear and resounding sword cry, seemingly carrying a hint of confusion and indignation, yet still obeying its master's will, transforming into a streak of azure light and flying towards Zuo Qingqiu, who was a hundred feet away.

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The Qingping Sword accurately pierced the snow ten feet in front of Zuo Qingqiu. The sword trembled on its own, and the blue tassel fluttered fiercely in the cold wind, like an unyielding flag.

Li Baitian straightened his back, his voice hoarse with excitement, yet carrying an undeniable resolve: "If True Lord Zixu, a dignified True Lord, cannot even find a decent sword—"

He stared directly at Zuo Qingqiu, his eyes burning with an almost obsessive flame.

"Then I'll use my 'Green Duckweed'."

"This sword has accompanied me in my conquests, drinking the blood of demons and slaying evil spirits."

"Though not a rare treasure, it still deserves the title of a famous sword."

"Only by using this sword to duel can we live up to the way of the sword."