This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable Chapter 1712 57: Before the Metal Wind Stirs, Cicadas Sense First, Dragons Raise Their Heads

The creamy white fish soup rolled in the bronze cauldron, with crystalline oil floating, reflecting the sunlight and forming a tiny golden dragon.

Plop.

A pair of wooden chopsticks reached into the cauldron, shredding the golden dragon, then picked up a piece of tender fish and sent it into the mouth. The person wielding the chopsticks leaned against the chair back, looking quite relaxed.

"Why are you here?" he asked.

"Weren't you the one who called me?" Lu Qingshan naturally sat down opposite Chu Muxin, casually drawing a pair of chopsticks from the wooden tube on the table, then reached into the cauldron to also pick up a piece of fish, placing it into his mouth.

The fish melted in the mouth, carried a warmth, and spread throughout the body.

Lu Qingshan squinted slightly, revealing the same relaxed posture as Chu Muxin.

It was clearly just a piece of fish, yet within it encompassed everything, as if there were flowers, fish, birds, wind, frost, rain, snow, the slurping sounds in the noodle shop, the sizzling steam rising from the bun stall.

These are the scents of life.

It is not simple, nor does it have so-called immortal aura, but precisely because of this grounding, it appears exceptionally vivid.

People need this kind of vibrancy.

The name of the fish in the cauldron, "living fish," is vivid and lively.

"When did I..." Chu Muxin watched Lu Qingshan extend his chopsticks into the cauldron again, spoke subconsciously, but his words stopped halfway.

He finally remembered something.

Thus he released his divine sense, probing towards Lu Qingshan.

Lu Qingshan did not conceal his aura.

So, his cultivation was unmistakably revealed.

"Eight Tribulation Realm?"

When Lu Qingshan left Heavenly River City, he had specifically instructed Lu Qingshan to come to Heavenly River City to pass the Ninety-Nine Heavenly Tribulations when preparing to ascend to the Ninth Tribulation Realm.

But Chu Muxin never expected Lu Qingshan to come so soon.

If he remembered correctly, this guy seemed to be just at the Fifth Tribulation Realm when he left?

"This guy..." Chu Muxin couldn't help muttering.

Even someone like him who is already an unparalleled genius feels a sense of unreality in his heart when thinking of Lu Qingshan's cultivation progress, let alone others?

"I'm already here, what's next?" Lu Qingshan asked.

"Wait." Chu Muxin replied.

"Wait for what?" Lu Qingshan asked again.

"Wait for someone." Chu Muxin answered again.

"Wait for who?" Lu Qingshan asked once more.

"Who else?" After saying this, Chu Muxin finally put down his chopsticks, his gaze directed towards Lu Qingshan's back.

"It's me." A tall shadow quietly approached.

Lu Qingshan turned his head to look.

The current Pavilion Master of Heavenly Secret Pavilion, Qi Butian.

Qi Butian also looked at Lu Qingshan, with a hint of worry, said, "No wonder you're called the unparalleled Sect Master Lu in cultivation talent, your cultivation progress is astonishing, even your white hair surpasses that of this old man."

"Greetings, Pavilion Master Qi," Lu Qingshan merely smiled at Qi Butian's banter, "As the saying goes, 'As long as Qingshan stays, there'll be wood to burn.'"

"That's right." Qi Butian praised with a thumbs-up.

His eyes silently emitted gold light, with starry radiance within.

Now, the Lu Qingshan in Qi Butian's eyes was vastly different from how others saw him.

At this moment, in his eyes, Lu Qingshan was flowing with purple-gold aura, a flood dragon suspended over his head, his eyes seemingly open yet closed, as if in a nap, not awakened.

This was clearly the manifestation of one's luck reaching a very high level.

"Excellent."

"Everything is ready, except for the eastern wind." Qi Butian nodded at Chu Muxin.

Lu Qingshan put down his chopsticks, spread his hands, and helplessly said, "You two great figures, how come you have the bad habit of speaking in riddles with the person involved?"

"It's young people like you who are too impatient. We old ones who've lived for tens of thousands of years naturally speak more slowly." Qi Butian said leisurely.

"My hair is whiter than yours for sure." Lu Qingshan asserted.

Ever since the War Demon Clan launched a massive invasion, he had been in a state of extreme tension and anxiety.

It wasn't until he saw Chu Muxin and Qi Butian, the two most miraculous cultivators of this era, that Lu Qingshan finally felt relaxed and safe, even having the leisure to "go head-to-head" with Qi Butian.

Even though whether it was the explanation from Deep Blue, or Chu Muxin's instructions, or his intuition, all were reminding him that the unprecedented Ninety-Nine Heavenly Tribulations he was about to face was extraordinary.

"Yes, if this continues, you might even walk ahead of this old man." Qi Butian said seriously.

Lu Qingshan surrendered helplessly.

Only then did Qi Butian seriously say, "The Ninety-Nine Heavenly Tribulations is unlike any other tribulations."

"I know."

"No, you don't." Qi Butian asserted.

"What's called tribulation thunder is just one form of tribulation, it's usually the form tribulation takes."

"But in fact, there are many forms of tribulation, only for it," Qi Butian gazed at the sky overhead, "This is the easiest, most cost-effective method."

"But you are different, the Ninety-Nine Heavenly Tribulations is also different, so this time, it will stop at nothing to prevent you."

"It will use all methods," Qi Butian pointed at the boiling fish soup in the cauldron, "It will see you as a fish, using any method it can to prepare you, in exchange for the best taste."

"It could be external enemies, internal enemies, or even enemies you can't imagine."

Lu Qingshan watched the bubbling, gelatinous fish soup, as if he saw the dying struggle of a fish.