Chapter 533: Chapter 39: The Period of March
The scene fell silent for a moment.
“Exactly. Our Sword Sect disciples are not to be questioned by others so casually,” Kong Shan, with a cold look, retorted as he faced the Marquis Luotang, “With the Marquis pushing us aggressively, you demand our Sword Sect to give an explanation to Great Xia.
When the dust settles and the tables are turned, shouldn’t you, Marquis, also provide an explanation to our Sword Sect?”
“Otherwise, on what grounds should our Sword Sect cooperate with you?” Kong Shan sneered continuously. “We will not tolerate such insults to our disciples, not even from Great Xia!”
The face of the Marquis Luotang turned from pale to green, and finally, it flushed red.
Kong Shan spoke the truth; even Great Xia could not afford to be too presumptuous in front of the Sword Sect.
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After all, the Sword Sect was one of the Seven Great Taoist Sects, the dominating power in the Eastern Domain.
Even if Great Xia’s overall strength surpassed that of the Sword Sect, it would not be by much.
Not to mention, the Sect Master of the Sword Sect, Qingyun Sword Immortal, was an individual who alone could deter the Abyss clans. He was one of the most formidable cultivators of the current era.
Without the Ancestral Taoist making a move, no one in all of Great Xia dared to claim they could best the Qingyun Sword Immortal.
Moreover, he was only part of one faction within Great Xia and had no authority to speak for all of Great Xia.
The Marquis Luotang was certain that his backers would also definitely not want to offend the Sword Sect.
In truth, his mission here was merely to create trouble for Xia Daoyun; he dared not offend the Sword Sect at all.
The Marquis Luotang glared fiercely at Lu Qingshan, his eye muscles twitching continuously.
However, he remembered the commands of the person behind him.
He gritted his teeth; since he was already riding the tiger, he might as well be brazen and asked, “According to your view, what should be done?”
“My request is simple, responding to a challenge will cost me a lot of energy and involves many tactics; surely there should be some compensation,” Lu Qingshan said calmly.
“Fine, one hundred Spirit Crystals as compensation, will that suffice?” the Marquis Luotang scoffed: “However, you only qualify for this compensation if you can defeat Luo Yi.”
Luo Yi was the direct son of the Marquis Luotang.
Lu Qingshan nodded without objections.
With the backing of the Sword Sect, he reckoned the Marquis Luotang dared not go back on his word.
“As for the second matter, in order to clear the suspicion of conspiring to kill Gui Yuan True Venerable, I must face your direct son in battle,” Lu Qingshan revealed a chilling smile towards the Marquis, “Your direct lineage attempted to assassinate me; how do you propose to clear your suspicion, and how do you plan to apologize to me? Please provide a resolution that satisfies me, otherwise, I will not accept this fight.”
The Marquis Luotang remained silent.
He and Lu Qingshan exchanged a calm yet menacing gaze, both men saying nothing.
The two had reached a standoff.
Lu Qingshan’s implication was crystal clear; the Marquis had to offer a resolution that satisfied him, only then would he agree to fight.
Gradually, a twisted, almost deranged madness flickered in the Marquis Luotang’s eyes.
If he could prove that Lu Qingshan arranged to kill the Gui Yuan True Venerable, even if Lu Qingshan was a Sword Sect disciple, his fate was sealed, and he might even implicate Xia Daoyun.
Of course, just this incident alone was not enough to destroy Xia Daoyun entirely.
But as long as he could disgrace her chief disciple and tarnish her reputation, the person behind him would be satisfied.
Most importantly, Xia Daoyun was currently too powerful and needed to be suppressed…
He knew his own son’s combat power; it was incomparable to that of Gui Yuan True Venerable.
Moreover, in his eyes, Lu Qingshan’s ability to kill Gui Yuan True Venerable must have involved some external aid.
After all, as Xia Daoyun’s chief disciple, he didn’t believe Xia Daoyun wouldn’t have prepared some protective treasures for Lu Qingshan.
Considering this, could a Nascent Soul Late Stage Lu Qingshan defeat his own son under normal conditions?
He didn’t believe it!
“Agreed,” the Marquis Luotang nodded, a sly smile appearing on his handsome face, “If you truly can defeat my son, then I will give half of my Luo Family’s fortune to your Sword Sect as an apology. Are you satisfied with that?”
Fifty percent of a Seventh Realm Cultivator’s fortune was a significant sacrifice.
“Ninety percent,” Lu Qingshan stated blandly.
If the Marquis Luotang wanted his death, why would he let the Marquis have an easy time?
The face of the Marquis Luotang stiffened.
After a prolonged standoff, he finally slowly spat out one word, “Fine.”
Ninety percent it is. What more could you ask for if you can’t even claim it?
The Marquis thought to himself.
“Good, then I, Lu Qingshan, accept this fight,” Lu Qingshan said, content.
“Three months from now, at the Martial Debate Hall in the Martial Hall of the Central Heavenly Realm, shall we begin this battle, any objections?” the Marquis’s mind slightly stirred as he spoke coldly.
He had set the date of the duel three months later because he wanted to give the matter some time to ferment and let news of this battle spread through the Seven Domains of the Human Race.
The broader the involvement, the greater the impact on Xia Daoyun’s reputation at the time.
Secondly, because he also felt some pressure.
Lu Qingshan’s willingness to accept the battle so boldly and propose many harsh conditions, he naturally did not think Lu Qingshan was foolish.
Could Xia Daoyun’s chief disciple be a fool?
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Lu Qingshan must have had some level of strength to have such confidence.
And his own son, Luo Yi, was at a critical juncture in his cultivation. Overcoming this bottleneck would mean a significant upgrade in his power.
He decided to use these three months to help his son advance further at any cost.
“No objections,” Lu Qingshan slowly nodded his head.
With nothing more to say, the Marquis Luotang simply snorted coldly and swept away in a swirl of his robe.