Mortal: Fifteenth Realm Sword Cultivator

Chapter 240 What a load of rubbish!

The Old Demon of Hehuan's lips curled into a half-smile: "Brother Zhiyang, when did you become so cautious? The path of cultivation is inherently about defying fate. If we only seek stability, how could we have reached our current level?"

"It's not about being cautious, but about weighing the options. The matter of the Seven Islands is about to be settled. The initiative of the ancient teleportation array remains in our hands, so there's no point in thinking about it too much."

Master Zhiyang gently shook his head.

Some things make you happy just by thinking about them, and once you're happy, that's enough.

He also wanted to break through the barrier, but what could he do if he had a treasure trove but no way to access it?

Ultimately, it's all just a mirage, something you can see but can't touch.

Instead of wasting energy on the vague and uncontrollable, it's more realistic to focus on the tangible distribution of benefits among these few spiritual islands.

A giant ship bearing the insignia of the Falling Cloud Sect slowly emerged from the sea of ​​clouds.

If the ship travels at this speed and heads directly north to the Boundless Sea without making any stops along the way, it will take approximately twenty days to reach the destination.

This enormous aerial cloud-crossing ship has three levels. The highest level is the retreat of the Supreme Elder Lü Luo, and the lower level is the residence of the Core Formation Elders.

The lowest level, connected to the hull, is where the disciples of the Six Peaks reside.

One of the slightly more spacious cabins did not have a viewing terrace, and the ship was gradually rising, breaking through a layer of clouds.

Lu Jianghe pushed open the porthole, and his view suddenly opened up. The sun hung in the sky above, casting down its golden rays, and the clouds surged like a golden dragon, winding between the empty mountains.

Since leaving Luoyun Sect, the journey has included stormy nights with thunder and lightning, the magnificent sight of the sunrise with its dazzling rosy clouds, and the desolate moments of a cloudless sky.

As the ship continued to ascend, some impatient Foundation Establishment disciples flew out on their swords, weaving through the thick clouds surrounding the giant ship.

Swords flashed, piercing through clouds and chasing mist, their power impressive. These young cultivators were clearly very interested in it and had a great time.

After all, such a long journey on a sword, with the opportunity to roam freely among the clouds and sea, is truly rare.

Those who boarded this ship were all disciples who ranked in the top ten of the Six Peaks Competition. Their aptitude and foundation were excellent, and at the very least, they possessed three spiritual roots. Each of them was radiant and full of vigor.

Lu Jianghe gazed out the window and saw several sword lights appearing and disappearing in the clouds like swimming fish. Occasionally, a disciple would deliberately lower his sword and swiftly pass by the side of the ship, the air currents he created scattering the clouds in front of the window.

Further away, two or three disciples seemed to be competing with each other, their weapons suddenly accelerating and drawing bright arcs in the air, drawing cheers from their fellow disciples.

A whooshing sound came from afar, then came to a steady stop outside the porthole where Lu Jianghe was.

Zhou Yan stood on the flying magical artifact with his hands behind his back. The wind blew his sideburns back, making him look quite dashing.

"Junior Brother Lu, aren't you getting bored staying here all the time? We've been traveling together, enjoying the scenery and watching the clouds. Aren't you a bit too mature for your age?"

Lu Jianghe leaned against the porthole, one hand casually resting on the windowsill, a serious expression on his face.

"There's nothing I can do. I'm old, and everyone in the Luoyun Sect knows that. So, if you call me 'Grandpa,' I wouldn't be so bad as to refuse."

Zhou Yan spat and laughed, "Just because you're older doesn't mean you can take advantage of me!"

Lu Jianghe smiled slightly and replied slowly, "If you really called me that, I might not even acknowledge it. Having an extra grandson would just be a hassle."

Zhou Yan retorted without any politeness, "Come on, I've heard everything. Your senior and junior sisters have sent you countless communication talismans along the way. You've been holed up in your cabin all day, who knows if you've been secretly replying or doing something shady?"

Lu Jianghe twitched the corner of his mouth and said helplessly, "Nonsense."

Seeing this, Zhou Yan clicked his tongue twice, looking heartbroken: "See, I was right! You, you seem so serious on the surface, but you're like an old house on fire."

Lu Jianghe, who was originally in a peaceful state of mind, became quite cheerful.

In fact, this wasn't just along the way, but also within the Luoyun Sect.

He did receive quite a few communication talismans, mostly from female disciples in the sect.

The topics varied widely; some were just polite greetings, expressing a desire to get to know each other.

Some subtly invited him to discuss philosophy and appreciate the scenery, while others were quite direct and bold, expressing their admiration for his demeanor and asking if he would consider finding a Taoist companion.

The Luoyun Sect has always been open-minded and does not shy away from disciples forming Daoist couples.

After all, the path to immortality is long, and it would be a good thing to find someone with a similar mindset to walk hand in hand with. The sect has always been happy to see this happen and has never interfered much.

Seeing his expression, Zhou Yan became even more enthusiastic, leaned closer to the porthole, and lowered his voice: "Tell me, which senior and junior sisters are they? Is there anyone you particularly like? I can help you with some advice; I'm good at matchmaking!"

Lu Jianghe said, "I think you're just bored out of your mind. Instead of wasting your time, you should meditate for a while to solidify your cultivation. Although going to attend the ceremony is supposed to broaden your horizons, if your own cultivation is not strong enough, you'll just be watching the show from the outside."

Zhou Yan spoke with the air of someone who had been through it all: "The Great Dao is important, but a Daoist partner can also be sought. Junior Brother, your swordsmanship is superb, and you have a handsome appearance. Now that your reputation is rising within the sect, it's perfectly normal for you to attract the admiration of beautiful women. If you ask me, you should make an effort to get to know someone suitable; it's better than being alone and lonely."

Lu Jianghe ignored his question and asked with a smile, "So enthusiastic, could it be that you yourself are smitten and using me as a pretext?"

Zhou Yan coughed twice, his face slightly flushed, but he forced himself to remain calm and said, "You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want."

Lu Jianghe sighed softly, feigning regret, and said, "I was originally planning to introduce you to a few people, but since you're not interested, then forget it."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yan hurriedly waved his hands, saying, "No, no, no!"

As soon as he spoke, he caught a glimpse of the ambiguous smile on Lu Jianghe's face and immediately realized what was going on.

"You little rascal, Junior Brother Lu, you're making fun of me!"

Lu Jianghe smiled faintly: "You were the one who pretended to be ignorant first, and now you're blaming me."

Zhou Yan added, "Over the years, I've been focused on cultivation and haven't cared much about it. If I put my mind to it, things like touching faces and hands, hugging and cuddling, would be easy for me."

Lu Jianghe said, "If you were slapped in the face, wouldn't that count as you touching someone's hand with your face?"

Zhou Yan quickly changed the subject, "Seriously, many of our fellow disciples outside are using their swords to soar through the clouds, testing their agility. It's quite a spectacle. With your swordsmanship, wouldn't it be a waste not to show off a bit?"

Lu Jianghe casually said, "I'm too old to compete with young people for attention. I'll just watch."

He had absolutely no interest in this kind of competitive, high-spirited behavior.

In his eyes, these disciples of the Falling Cloud Sect were like two chicks just released from their coop, pecking at each other, flapping their wings, and shaking their necks, behaving recklessly in front of the women they admired, trying to get some attention.

Just as Zhou Yan was about to say something more, a huge shadow fell, covering most of the sky.

Everyone looked up and saw a giant treasure ship, two or three times larger than the Luoyun Sect's ferry, passing right over their heads.

The magic array formed by interwoven runes suspended in the air at the bottom of the ship was surging.

Although it appears to be moving slowly, compared to ordinary ferries, it can be said to be cutting through the waves in the sea of ​​clouds.

The resulting sea of ​​clouds and air surged and rolled, causing their ferry to rock violently.

"Good heavens! Whose ship is this? It's so magnificent!"

Zhou Yan steadied himself, looked up, and couldn't help but gasp in amazement.

He hadn't finished speaking.

Following closely behind the enormous ship, a long "ribbon" trailed behind.

Under the influence of divine consciousness.

It was clearly a group of cultivators riding swords through the air, marching in formation, forming a continuous line that reflected the sea of ​​clouds.

With the eyesight of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, one can naturally see the other person's clothing and the indifferent, condescending gazes directed at them, cold and disdainful, as if they were tangible.

Zhou Yan withdrew his gaze, no longer looking up, and said in a low voice, "They are from the Ancient Sword Sect."

Just then, a clear, cold sound, like jade striking against jade, reached everyone's ears.

"Disciples of Luoyun Sect, do not disturb them. Return to your cabins and cultivate in peace. Ahead is the Ancient Sword Sect's Rift Cloud Boat." Zhou Yan's smile had long since vanished. He curled his lip and said, "See? This is the Ancient Sword Sect's pomp and circumstance."

Lu Jianghe remained calm.

The Ancient Sword Sect specializes in swordsmanship, and its disciples are known for their sharp and unassuming nature, so their behavior is not surprising.

"They're here."

"What's here?"

A fiery rainbow descended from the sky.

It landed straight on the ferry.

In just a moment, the sword energy was chilling, and the world was filled with a chilling atmosphere.

It's quite noticeable that the altitude has decreased significantly.

The flying sword beneath Zhou Yan's feet wobbled and trembled uncontrollably. He quickly made a hand seal to stabilize the sword.

"Old Lu! What are you doing? What are you doing? Distinguished guests have arrived, why aren't you coming out to greet them?"

A clear, youthful voice instantly filled the entire ferry.

Before the words were finished, layers of emerald green waves appeared from the void, enveloping the ferry. The water vapor was thick, and the speed suddenly increased.

The disciples of Luoyun Sect felt a lightness all over their bodies as the omnipresent, murderous sword intent receded like a tide.

Lu Luo stepped out of his room and onto the ferry deck. Looking at the Fire Dragon Boy before him, he shook his head and chuckled.

"Brother Lan, with such a grand display of power, the chilling aura of swords and the imposing presence of a treasure ship, you don't seem like a distinguished guest at our door."

As he spoke, the Fire Dragon Boy raised his hand and stroked it, and a square tea table and several chairs appeared out of thin air in front of him. He then sat down casually.

"It's boring, really boring."

Lu Luo pulled out a chair and sat down, laughing, "It's rare to find something that Brother Lan finds boring."

Fire Dragon Boy curled up, one foot on the chair, "I'm going to fight in this arena."

Lu Luo was not surprised at all when he heard this. "This is a good thing! As we all know, sword cultivators are the most powerful among their peers. If Brother Lan makes a move, he will definitely be able to win a spirit island for the Heavenly Dao Alliance."

Fire Dragon Boy scoffed, "Good my foot! There are only two spirit islands in total. After they're divided up by the entire Heavenly Dao Alliance, what chance do you think the Three Sects of Yunmeng will have?"