CHAPTER 42: CHAPTER 45: THE SWORD CULTIVATOR’S PRIDE

The three-foot sword in hand, it is truth itself!

This sentence brought immense shock to Wang Junze, completely overturning his previous understanding of Luo Qingxuan.

From their first meeting, Luo Qingxuan always gave an impression of warmth, seemingly the opposite extreme to Su Yuwei’s dominance and assertiveness. But at this moment, when Luo Qingxuan spoke these words, the powerful confidence and sharpness conveyed a palpable sense of oppression.

Indeed, no matter how gentle and polite Luo Qingxuan seemed usually, it couldn’t change the fact that she is a Sword Cultivator.

The pride of a Sword Cultivator is ingrained, merely well hidden by Luo Qingxuan in daily life.

Now thinking back, perhaps Luo Qingxuan’s good temperament was merely a form of condescension, essentially a higher level of pride.

After a moment of silence to collect his thoughts, Wang Junze finally spoke again: "So, if I want to investigate who is colluding with the Deserters, the Saintess won’t stop me?"

"Of course not!"

Hearing this, Luo Qingxuan shook her head with a smile and said: "What exactly did Su Yuwei tell you that made you misunderstand me so much?"

Without waiting for Wang Junze to respond, Luo Qingxuan continued: "You must understand, the Profound Moon Sword Sect is a Sect of the Northern Domain, while the Deserters are its greatest enemy. We despise these traitors colluding with the Deserters more than the Judgment Department does. It’s just that the relationships between local Sects and families are complicated, making these matters very troublesome to handle."

"If you really can find out who is colluding with the Deserters, it’s Qingxuan who should thank you."

Luo Qingxuan’s words were spoken with such candor that one couldn’t help but believe her.

"I understand now, thank you, Saintess, for clearing up my confusion. I was presumptuous earlier." Wang Junze apologized softly with a slight bow.

"It’s good to ask questions. Keeping them inside is what’s troublesome." After a light laugh, Luo Qingxuan took another sip from her teacup before continuing: "As I said before, there’s no rush. You’ve just begun your cultivation journey. Think carefully about what you truly want, then decide."

As they spoke, the Defender of the North also came forward from a distance, his laughter preceding him.

"I just heard from my servants that you were here. I didn’t expect you to come to meet the Saintess. So, did you have a pleasant chat?"

"Greetings, City Lord!"

Wang Junze immediately stood up and greeted respectfully.

"Sit, sit and talk. You, child, becoming distant with me." With a wave of his hand, the Defender of the North laughed: "I’m like an elder watching you grow up. Feel free to visit often, don’t be a stranger."

"Speaking of which, there is indeed something I need to trouble the City Lord with."

Upon hearing this, Wang Junze’s heart stirred, and he spoke again: "Since I haven’t joined the Judgment Department and have been staying with the Commandery Princess and them, it’s not appropriate. Yet now, it’s quite hard to find an inn in the city, so I can only trouble the City Lord to help me find a place to stay."

"Staying in an inn is inconvenient. Why don’t you move here to live instead? Surely there’s room for you." Laughing, the Defender of the North shook his head.

"Thank you, City Lord, but I prefer living on my own for convenience." Shaking his head, Wang Junze politely declined again.

"He doesn’t want to stay too close to Su Yuwei, naturally he wouldn’t want to be too close to me either." With a light laugh, Luo Qingxuan immediately spoke out to help Wang Junze out: "City Lord inviting him here, are you intending to kick me out?"

"Hahaha! Then it’s better to let this kid stay outside." The Defender of the North laughed: "Alright, I’ll have the steward find a small courtyard for you later."

"Thank you, my lord!"

"Let’s talk about serious matters instead." Waving her hand, Luo Qingxuan looked at Wang Junze and asked again: "Let me see if you have made any progress in your Sword Dao."

Originally, Wang Junze came wanting to seek guidance from Luo Qingxuan. Now that she offered, it spared him the embarrassment of asking.

Standing up, Wang Junze bowed slightly to express his gratitude before explaining: "Last night’s storm gave me some insights. I ask for the Saintess’s guidance."

Without further hesitation, Wang Junze pressed one hand on his sword. The Dragon Roar Sword emitted a soft cry. As it suddenly unsheathed, he displayed the Rain Sword Intent he had grasped in the garden.

The same move, Yu Luo, executed once more by Wang Junze, was vastly different from before.

With a single stroke, the sword light fell like rain, the Sword Momentum seemingly endless, as if a rain of swords was descending right there in the garden.

In an instant, both Luo Qingxuan and the Defender of the North couldn’t help but change their expressions slightly.

Observing the rain, achieving Sword Enlightenment!

When Wang Junze mentioned it earlier, they didn’t pay much attention. But as he executed that sword, the Rain Sword Intent within burst forth, delivering an overwhelming impact.

It wasn’t that the sword was particularly powerful, but Wang Junze’s progress was simply too fast.

How many days has it been?

If previously at the City Lord’s Mansion, when fighting Lin Yong, Wang Junze had barely grasped a trace of Rain Sword Intent, now he truly seems to have reached the doorway!

This kind of comprehension... is frankly astonishing.