Chapter One Hundred: Confrontation
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The two left the cave where they had temporarily stayed and walked out into the open world.
Divine Thunder was not something encountered everywhere, but traces of cultivators were not lacking.
As Gu Cang walked, he suddenly spoke, “Sir...”
“Hm?”
“That guy who took my Divine Thunder—I’ve memorized his appearance. He sealed the Divine Thunder into a magical instrument, making him extremely powerful...” Gu Cang hesitated before continuing, “That magical instrument is somewhat like a spear, but fiercer than a spear—I quite like it...”
“He is called Lu Yü,” Qing Yuan smiled. “When your skills improve in the future, you can go find trouble with him and take back that superior magical instrument. Of course, you must also remember—he has a master, a high-level cultivator of the Fourth Heaven.”
“Sir, I can’t beat him...” Gu Cang fell silent for a moment, then said, “Or, maybe wait until you return?”
Qing Yuan paused briefly, then understood his meaning. He nodded and smiled, saying, “I will do my best to come back.”
As Qing Yuan walked, he suddenly felt a chill. Looking ahead, not far off, on a tree, a patch of frost clung—pure, cold, and not yet melted.
Seeing the frost, his mind suddenly recalled that white figure.
“Is this an encounter... or have I been followed?”
Qing Yuan’s expression tightened slightly. He looked at Gu Cang and said, “Let’s go!”
Gu Cang was puzzled but raised no objection.
They changed direction.
But not far ahead was a small river.
Across its banks, a bridge had been built.
It was a small bridge, formed entirely of ice, crystal clear and beautiful.
“Lu Yüshuang just walked past here?”
Qing Yuan fell silent.
Had he really been caught up with?
Qing Yuan lowered his gaze to the iron rod in his hand, sensing his Third Heaven cultivation, and muttered, “So be it.”
He stepped forward onto the ice bridge.
...
The shade of the trees was cool.
Lu Yüshuang, dressed all in white, walked slowly.
Yuling followed at her side, eyes wide with curiosity. Her cultivation was insufficient, and she had always lived in one place. Though born in Mount Fuzhong, she had never seen many places.
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Lu Yüshuang carried the Frost Blossom Sword, her steps light. She knew that person was nearby.
The Huanhua Pavilion’s tracking skills were not something anyone could easily evade.
“This person must have entered the mountain seeking opportunity, aiming to take the Divine Thunder,” Lu Yüshuang glanced at Yuling and spoke softly, “Encountering you is just his bad luck.”
Yuling puffed out her cheeks and giggled.
Lu Yüshuang said, “Senior Sister asked me to accompany you in mischief until the matter of Mount Fuzhong is settled. So, I’ll go along with your wishes.”
After speaking, she suddenly paused, furrowing her brow slightly.
“I have found him.”
...
The ice bridge had been constructed through Lu Yüshuang’s Dao Technique and was exquisitely crafted.
To control such a finely detailed Dao Technique, typically only a high-level cultivator of the Fourth Heaven could manage it. However, a true disciple of the Huanhua Pavilion was exceptional.
Qing Yuan and Gu Cang crossed the ice bridge. Then Qing Yuan stepped down firmly, shattering the ice bridge.
The ice bridge broke apart and fell into the water.
Lu Yüshuang on the other side likely knew this.
Qing Yuan gripped his iron rod.
This time, if the other did not use external weapons, Qing Yuan would not rely on any either.
...
After waiting for about half an incense stick’s time,
Two figures appeared ahead.
The white figure was Lu Yüshuang, and the young girl in blue and white robes beside her was Yuling.
Lu Yüshuang walked slowly, her expression cold, her gaze sweeping over Qing Yuan with some surprise.
No wonder this man dared to reveal his whereabouts—he had reached the nascent Dao Intent and stepped into the Third Heaven. Yet even among those of the same realm, there were differences in rank. As a true disciple of the Huanhua Pavilion, inheriting the heavenly Dao Patriarch’s legacy, her cultivation was profound.
Lu Yüshuang flicked her sword out of its sheath and said, “What is your name, fellow Daoist?”
In the last fight, she had only stated her own life; this time, she took the initiative to ask Qing Yuan’s name.
Qing Yuan smiled and said, “It seems this time, you, a true disciple of the Huanhua Pavilion, have begun to take me seriously?”
Lu Yüshuang did not deny it but nodded slightly.
“My name is Qing Yuan,” he said slowly. “Since you are pursuing me relentlessly, let’s settle this.”
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“No need for any settling,” Lu Yüshuang said. “Cultivation is difficult. I will not take your life, and Yuling is pure-hearted and has no intention to kill either. As long as you surrender... at least you can keep your life.”
“No thanks,” Qing Yuan smiled. “I never bind my hands.”
He pointed his iron rod directly, red light flickering.
Lu Yüshuang showed some surprise—she had not expected this person to have acquired Thunder Dao divine abilities during this time. It was indeed a stroke of fortune. She gently shook her head and said, “You have only just formed your Dao Intent; you are no match for me.”
She was a true disciple of the Huanhua Pavilion and had already reached the peak of the Third Heaven. In a fight, not only would a cultivator with nascent Dao Intent be no match, but even among those at the peak of the Third Heaven, how many could surpass a true disciple of the Huanhua Pavilion, who bore the one-of-a-kind heavenly legacy?
“Miss Lu is truly modest. I have just formed my Dao Intent, while you stand at the pinnacle of this realm, your cultivation far surpassing mine,” Qing Yuan said. “But you must understand, cultivation is fundamental, while combat skill... is different!”
As his words fell, thunder patterns appeared on his forearm, true energy flowing through to the iron rod.
In an instant, a bolt of lightning burst forth from the iron rod.
Lu Yüshuang waved her sword, drawing a sword flower that instantly transformed into a snow lotus.
The lightning struck the snow lotus, shattering it into countless ice shards that melted away before scattering.
Yet the lightning still had residual power and surged toward Lu Yüshuang.
She struck the sword forward, dispersing the lightning with force, the sword itself blocking the attack.
Yuling pursed her lips. Though she had only been initiated for a few days, her senior sisters had already taught her much. She thought, “Cultivation is like the strength of tigers and wolves—the higher the cultivation, the greater the power. But in a real fight, victory isn’t just about strength; hunting skills and the environment also matter. Moreover, not only does Senior Sister have higher cultivation than him, but she also carries the top legacy of the heavens, making her undefeatable by him.”
While still thinking this, she saw the black figure ahead move deliberately. She gripped her Linghua Sword and stood in front of Gu Cang.
Qing Yuan held the iron rod in his right hand and waved his left hand, sending a ball of fire flying forward.
White sword energy burst from Lu Yüshuang’s sword, extinguishing the flames.
Taking advantage of this moment, Qing Yuan closed in and struck with his iron rod.
Lu Yüshuang’s expression remained cold and unchanged; the Frost Blossom Sword resisted the iron rod.
Qing Yuan’s cultivation had reached the Third Heaven, and his strength was immense, but Lu Yüshuang’s cultivation was a step higher. Coupled with the extraordinary techniques of the Huanhua Pavilion, she was able to withstand Qing Yuan’s strike.
The ground beneath her feet suddenly emitted a radiant, crystalline ice light.
Large ice crystals spread continuously from her feet.
Qing Yuan’s expression changed slightly as he took a step back.