Chapter 276 – Clashing with Wei Zhongyuan (1/2)

At the end of the day, Hua Chenglu still had the mind of a child. She was amazed by the sight of the otherfolk, Mu Kui.

“Nice sword. What’s it called?” Hua Chengzan had seen plenty of high grade spiritual artifacts before, but he also understood their value. Regular Qi Practitioners would be doing quite well if they possessed one at the eighth or ninth layers.

Li Qingshan said, “I obtained this out of pure luck. I don’t know it’s name. Oh right, what do you think about Small Stream as its name?”

“There aren’t any decent names for it. It’s just a clear stream.”

Li Qingshan said, “Alright, then I’ll name it the Clear Stream sword.”

High grade spiritual artifacts were nice, but they were nothing in his eyes. Right now, he could even produce the money to buy a supreme grade spiritual artifact. However, there was no need for him to be so wasteful. Starting off with the Clear Stream sword was already extremely impressive.

It was just a clear stream right now, but it would definitely become a great river.

Hua Chengzan asked, “Where’s Xiao An?”

Li Qingshan said, “She’s still sleeping!” In reality, Xiao An had originally been beside them, but upon sensing their arrival, she had fled back into the building.

Hua Chengzan knew that Li Qingshan had already made up his mind. He would not be sending Xiao An to the Sect of Clouds and Rain, so he said nothing more, “Have you decided on which school you’re going to join?”

“Don’t you want me to join the school of Legalism?”

“If you want to, I’ll obviously be very happy for you to join, but if you don’t want to, I won’t force you.”

“The matters of tomorrow are for tomorrow to decide!”

“Tomorrow” arrived very soon. A very light, spring drizzle fell from the sky, which made the air moist and cool. Everything in the surroundings seemed so fresh. Perhaps due to practising Gui Water True Qi, Li Qingshan liked this weather very much now.

The climate of the Clear River prefecture was similar to the Jiangnan1 in his former life. Looking down from below the clouds, the streams of water merged together on the ground. Many farmers were currently planting seedlings in the rice fields. It gave off a watery charm.

Seeing the tiny, low-hanging cloud fly through the sky, the farmers were not surprised at all. The existence of cultivators was not a secret in this world.

As people who lived near Clear River city, their insight was much broader than others who lived in Qingyang or Jiaping city. They had grown accustomed to it all. Compared to this, planting the seedlings was more important, as it would determine their harvest for the year.

Only the children would raise their heads and point at the cloud. Some of them even ran along with the cloud for a while. Dreams shone in their eyes.

The Academy of the Hundred Schools was located around fifty kilometers from the prefectural city. It was not far, nor was it close. It would take him under two hours to reach by flying.

Li Qingshan was in no hurry. He travelled a part of the journey slowly. Suddenly, he sensed a sharp, murderous aura press over from the ground.

On the ground was a small mountain range. There were no traces of human activity within a range of several dozen kilometers. It was a good place for an ambush.

A man with peppered hair in fancy violet robes stood proudly on top of one of those mountains. His cultivation was at the startling tenth layer. He was the vice sect master of the Sect of Clouds and Rain, Wei Zhongyuan.

He was dissatisfied with Qiu Haitang’s decision. He had to avenge his son. Without much effort, he found out that Li Qingshan was staying in the Hua family and was about to go to the Academy of the Hundred Schools. He was not bold enough to demand for the Hua family to hand him over, and there was nothing he could do to Li Qingshan once he joined the academy.