This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable-Chapter 683 - 20: Three Steps Open Three Flowers_3

Lu Qingshan wore a slight smile on his face but did not respond verbally.

Wen Miaoyuan was so naïve, clearly a Spiritual Cultivator who had grown up in a sheltered environment. Even though she was a Seven Flower Cultivator, Lu Qingshan was confident enough to win against her.

However, he owed the Shui Yue Pavilion Master a great deal, so unless Wen Miaoyuan crossed his line, he was unwilling to raise his hand against the niece of the Shui Yue Pavilion Master.

One should respect the friend to respect the friend’s connections; that was the most basic principle of interpersonal relationships.

"Could it be you dare not?" Wen Miaoyuan hadn’t thought it through this much. Seeing Lu Qingshan’s behavior, dissatisfaction arose in her heart, "Mr. Lu, if you accept the challenge, even if you lose to me, I could still think it’s merely because your cultivation isn’t as advanced as mine.

But if you don’t even have the courage to accept the challenge, I would really feel that Aunt’s sacrifices are not worth it."

Such a low-level provocation…

Lu Qingshan was inwardly criticizing while thinking of a way to extricate himself.

"Miaoyuan, stop this nonsense!" Just then, a commanding voice came from Lotus Peak, solving Lu Qingshan’s problem, "Do not block Lu Qingshan’s way any longer."

That was the voice of Shui Yue Pavilion Master.

Wen Miaoyuan, who had been arrogant just moments before, upon hearing her aunt’s rebuke, instantly wilted like a frosted eggplant. Though reluctant, she dared not disobey and had to step aside with a disheartened demeanor.

Lu Qingshan smiled, and with hands clasped, he bid farewell to Wen Miaoyuan and Wen Ting standing beside her.

The middle-aged Taoist’s expression revealed nothing unusual.

However, concerning his daughter’s behavior of blocking the path, he had not shown much reaction—had he not given his tacit approval, how could Wen Miaoyuan have dared to confront Lu Qingshan in front of her father?

Lu Qingshan naturally realized that this middle-aged Taoist was the main instigator, but he did not say anything, only exchanged a meaningful glance with him.

Helping the world is the creed of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion, but how exactly to do it varies among individuals and consensus is hard to reach.

Clearly, the middle-aged Taoist did not agree with Shui Yue Pavilion Master’s self-sacrificial approach, hence his indulgence in his daughter blocking the way.

This was a conflict of philosophies and could not be rigidly judged as right or wrong.

However, since he benefitted from the philosophy of Shui Yue Pavilion Master, it was necessary for him to do something.

Of course, doing something definitely did not mean fighting a battle with Wen Miaoyuan.

That would be too barbaric, too vulgar, and might even involve interjecting into another’s family matters.

Thus, Lu Qingshan remained silent, merely letting out a long breath and continuing along the path they cleared, under Wen Miaoyuan’s reluctant gaze and Wen Ting’s undisturbed look, and strode forward.

Then,

Spiritual Power, mysteriously converging towards him, surged forward, stirring the surrounding clouds into a constantly rolling and spectacularly beautiful scene.

Behind Lu Qingshan, a miraculous phenomenon appeared.

It was a vast expanse of the Spiritual Sea, a stretch of azure waves.

In it floated a Spirit Seed, upon which four dark gold patterns lightly flickered.

That was Lu Qingshan’s Dao Seed.

The Primordial Dao Seed formed by the congealment of four types of Primordial Intent.

Above the Spirit Seed, divine glimmers suddenly bloomed, dazzlingly brilliant.

Lu Qingshan took a step in the air.

This step spanned hundreds of yards.

With this step taken, the Spiritual Sea began to ripple, and the patterns on the Dao Seed all flashed at once in a haze.

The aura around Lu Qingshan suddenly climbed.

In just a moment, he had ascended from the initial stage of Void Refining to the middle stage of Void Refining.

A stately dark gold lotus quietly bloomed without any sound at all.

Young Nun Wen Miaoyuan and the yellow-robed Taoist Wen Ting, witnessing this scene, were both momentarily stunned.

And Lu Qingshan had already taken the second step in the air.

Above the Spirit Seed, divine glimmers dazzled again, the light seeming to split into myriads, a display of splendid magnificence.

His cultivation rose from the middle stage of Void Refining to the late stage of Void Refining.

The second golden lotus had already blossomed.

Lu Qingshan took the final step, his figure merging into the mist.

The next moment, all the clouds moved with the wind.

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Streaks of golden light broke through the dense fog, as if illuminating the mountains and rivers.

The third golden lotus had emerged.

One step, one realm.

One step, one flower.

Three steps, three flowers.

Three steps into the perfection of Void Refining.

Outside Lotus Peak, Wen Miaoyuan and Wen Ting’s expressions changed, their pupils contracted sharply, momentarily lost for words.

Inside Lotus Peak, Shui Yue Pavilion Master was slightly shocked before shaking her head and softly sighing, "Lu Qingshan, oh Lu Qingshan..."