This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

However, they did not immediately pursue, but instead turned their gaze towards Lu Qingshan, awaiting his decision.

At this moment, Lu Qingshan was suspended at the center of the entire battlefield.

He was dressed in black, with black hair, holding the Dragon Sparrow, while Oblivion and Peach Blossom drifted around him.

His lean figure gave the impression of a mountain, just standing there made him seem exceedingly reliable.

Lu Qingshan glanced around at the weary Northern River Border cultivators, and after a moment's silence, slowly shook his head.

Of course, he did not want to give up the chance to beat a retreating dog, but given the current situation, it was unwise to chase a desperate foe.

The cultivators at Northern River Border had been defending the city for two days, and their condition was already very concerning.

Including Lu Qingshan himself, their Element Force was less than ten percent, their once forceful dantian now left with only a shallow pool of Element Force.

The demonic cultivators, now scattered and fleeing, were actually in a better situation, just demoralized and unwilling to fight further.

If they were truly chased down, facing a life-and-death crisis, the demonic cultivators would definitely resist desperately, and the outcome would be uncertain.

The Northern River Border cultivators, though unwilling, understood their current situation and, given Lu Qingshan's words, finally allowed the demonic cultivators to escape.

In just a brief moment, the once noisy battlefield was left with only the Human Race cultivators.

Everyone's gaze, involuntarily, focused on Lu Qingshan, their hearts filled with indescribable excitement.

Only now did they suddenly realize.

Northern River Border... was held?!

Yes, truly held.

And all of this, without exaggeration, ninety-nine percent of the credit must be attributed to Lu Qingshan.

"Lu Qingshan, Lu Qingshan... after this battle, no one will ever question Lu Qingshan's identity and status as the Young Sect Master of the Sword Sect!"

The Northern River Border cultivators recalled the past two days' experiences, their minds buzzing.

They had long been shaken, inside and out, by Lu Qingshan's repeatedly astonishing performances, unforgettable for a lifetime.

Among the crowd, the sword cultivator Xu Xi, whose eyesight had just recently healed, felt the strongest surge of emotion, and without knowing why, suddenly used the last of his strength to shout out with intense emotion:

"Young Sect Master Lu!"

The simplest three words, yet they conveyed the deepest meaning, best expressing the emotions in his heart.

From the bottom of his heart, he wanted to shout the name Young Sect Master Lu!

Xu Xi's involuntary shout of Young Sect Master Lu caused all the Northern River Border cultivators present to pause for a moment.

It was like the calm before a storm.

The next moment, cheers erupted one after another.

"Young Sect Master Lu!"

"Young Sect Master Lu!"

"Young Sect Master Lu!!"

Not only were the eight hundred Seventh Realm Cultivators who rushed out of Northern River Border shouting, but all the cultivators within the Northern River Border echoed the call with fervor.

Today, the three words Young Sect Master Lu echoed across the skies of Northern River Border, resounding for a long time.

....

Five hundred miles away from Northern River Border.

Lights of Escaping Light roared across the sky.

The reinforcements from Yumen Pass had finally arrived.

"Ahead is Northern River Border, next we might likely encounter the Demon Race, everyone be careful," the leading Sword Sect cultivator Li Xixing shouted loudly.

If events unfolded as he feared, Northern River Border would have already fallen, becoming the domain of the Demon Race, so they needed to be extremely cautious.

"Understood!" Others responded one after another.

"What exactly is going on?" Li Xixing frowned slightly, glancing once more at the ground below, a hint of unease rising in his heart.

Ever since they neared the thousand-mile region of Northern River Border, they noticed that the land here, for some reason, had become eerily dry and cracked, the fissures spreading like a spider's web, resembling a ghostly specter.

More horrifying was that the cracked land seemed void of life, devoid of all vitality, as if ravaged by some evil magic.

This was too terrifying.

"Could this be the work of the Demon Race?"

As he pondered, his ears twitched slightly, catching some peculiar sounds.

They sounded like cheers.

"What is that noise?"

"It seems to come from the direction of Northern River Border..."

Li Xixing heightened his vigilance to the utmost.

At this moment, as they drew closer to Northern River Border, the strange sounds gradually became clearer.

"Lu..."

"Lu... Young..."

"Young Sect Master Lu!"

Finally, Li Xixing completely discerned the cheers.

"This is...?!" Li Xixing was stunned, then suddenly alarmed, as if realizing something.

His pupils contracted slightly, and with the cultivators he abruptly accelerated, heading straight for Northern River Border.

A moment later.

Northern River Border finally came into view.

In the next moment, Li Xixing, along with all the Seventh Realm Cultivators he had brought, were all gasping, and at that instant, a wave of incredulous exclamations burst forth.

In the sky above the battlefield of Northern River Border stood a figure, his expression calm, his whole aura sharp as a sword, with a trace of fatigue faintly showing on his handsome face.

And surrounding that figure was a continuous sea of people.

On each face within the crowd were expressions of fervor and excitement, each one gazing at that figure with utmost reverence.

"Young Sect Master Lu!"

Like thunder, the voices echoed from their mouths, reverberating through the heavens and earth, even reaching a hundred miles away.

Li Xixing, as a Sword Sect cultivator, naturally recognized the source of that figure at a glance.