Sword Discussions Forge a Friendship Across Generations! Qian Xunji Takes Action Himself!

The intertwined Silver Threads tightened instantly, and a surge of overwhelming regret welled up in Dust Sword Lord's heart.

Those sword techniques that he had never been able to crack, and the cultivation levels that he had clearly touched but could not cross, all suddenly surfaced in his mind.

"If that sword strike had been a little faster back then..."

The thought had barely formed when a sense of resentment welled up within me.

He knew he shouldn't be distracted, but he couldn't help wondering if things would have turned out differently if he had handled it differently.

The more I thought about it, the more frustrated I became.

The more you try to prove yourself, the harder it is to calm your mind!

The light on the greatsword flickered violently.

The originally condensed sword energy began to dissipate.

Dust Sword Lord forcibly withdrew his true form, hoping to stabilize his Soul Power, but his eyes were already red as soon as he stood still.

Regret, resentment, anger...

It successively overwhelmed his originally clear judgment.

"Again!"

He swung his sword fiercely forward.

Li Qingshan dodged to the side, his brow twitching slightly. He realized that the sword's trajectory had already deviated from his position.

Dust Sword Lord was completely unaware, his mind filled only with the scene of his past defeat to his opponent.

He gripped the Seven Kill Sword tightly, changing his moves again and again, as if he could rewrite the defeat of that year if he could strike even faster this time!

"I could have blocked that sword strike back then!" His breathing became more and more rapid, and he even forgot why he was standing there or who he was fighting.

Seeing this, Li Qingshan immediately withdrew his Threads of Emotion and dispelled his domain, cupping his hands and saying, "Senior, the sparring has ended!"

The voice, imbued with Spiritual Power, sent a jolt through Dust Sword Lord, causing the Seven Kill Sword he had raised to freeze in mid-air.

Only when he saw the person in front of him clearly did he realize that his palms were covered in sweat and his chest was heaving violently.

The anger and regret I felt just now haven't completely dissipated!

He paused for a moment, then slowly lowered his sword. "I've practiced swordsmanship my whole life, and I thought I could be completely focused when facing an enemy..."

At this point, he looked at Li Qingshan, his expression complex, and said, "But you almost made me forget who I am because of that sword strike."

Upon hearing this, Li Qingshan sheathed his Passionate Sword, cupped his hands, and said, "My Soul Skill amplifies the Regret that people already have. I stopped a little late just now, I hope you won't blame me, senior."

Dust Sword Lord shook his head and said, "Since it was agreed that this would be a competition, how can I blame you for attacking me after I've been hit?"

He looked down at the Seven Kill Sword, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly asked, "I clearly severed those Silver Threads just now, so why am I still unable to calm my mind?"

"You can sever the Threads of Emotion, but you can't necessarily forget what you've already remembered," Li Qingshan explained. "The more you try to prove what happened back then, the easier it is for you to get caught up in it."

Dust Sword Lord was slightly taken aback, then gave a wry smile.

He knew it was just a friendly exchange, but later he was so preoccupied with trying to salvage the situation that he forgot who was standing in front of him.

"What a Passionate Sword." He exhaled a long breath, and his eyes brightened again.

"Young friend Li, I would like to spar with you again tomorrow. If you are not in a hurry to travel, why not stay nearby for a few days?"

Li Qingshan glanced at the sky, smiled, and nodded, saying, "Perfect timing. This junior would also like to ask you for some sword techniques."

At the end of the mountain road lies a small town.

The group found an inn in town to stay in. The next morning, just after Li Qingshan finished arranging his disciples' training, Dust Sword Lord came looking for them.

"Let's go, let's have another match."

Li Qingshan looked at him and couldn't help but smile, "Senior, have you had breakfast yet?"

Dust Sword Lord paused in his steps.

"It's not too late to eat when we get back."

As he spoke, he turned and walked out.

For the next few days, the two of them went to practice their swordsmanship outside the town almost every day.

Sometimes they don't use Soul Skill, only comparing sword strikes and variations in moves. Other times they hold back their Soul Power to a similar level, specifically to resolve the problems encountered in the previous day's battle.

A friendly sparring match usually ends after a few moves.

"There's no need to rush back after that sword strike." Dust Sword Lord tapped the ground with the tip of his sword and returned to his previous position.

"If you move your sword outwards a little, and take another half step, it won't be so easy for me to parry your next strike."

Li Qingshan tried it as instructed and indeed saved a lot of effort. As for the Passionate Sword, Dust Sword Lord no longer only thought about severing all the Threads of Emotion.

"I was only focused on calming my emotions, which allowed you to calmly deliver the next blow." He frowned in thought. "By responding this way, I've only been following your lead."

"That's why I dared not let your sword get too close," Li Qingshan said with a smile. "If you force me into a position where I can only parry, I will also find it difficult to concentrate on controlling my Threads of Emotion."

As they spoke, they each raised their swords again.

Yu Xiaogang and the others followed behind, initially only finding the Sword Light beautiful, but after listening for a while, they gradually understood that there were many subtleties hidden in those pauses and wrist turns.

As evening approached, Dust Sword Lord was not in a hurry to return to his room. He would often sit opposite Li Qingshan with a cup of tea and continue the conversation from the day.

Once, engrossed in conversation, he reached out and took the teacup in front of Li Qingshan, only realizing his mistake after drinking from it.

Before Li Qingshan could speak, the old man pushed his cup towards him, saying, "I haven't touched this cup yet, so I'll make it up to you."

The two looked at each other and laughed.

After spending a few days together, the initial politeness gradually faded.

When they encountered differing opinions, neither was willing to give in easily, so they simply drew their swords and went out to try again.

Looking at them, Dugu Bo couldn't help but sigh inwardly:

Despite their significant age difference, these two together seem like longtime friends.

Meanwhile, in Spirit City.

Pope's Palace.

"Level ninety-nine?!" Qian Xunji suddenly stood up, her gaze fixed on Yue Guan and the Gui Mei below, asking incredulously, "Are you sure?"

Yue Guan's face was still somewhat pale. Upon hearing this, he quickly replied, "Your Majesty, this is what he said himself during the fight. This person calls himself the Love Sword Douluo, and his Soul Ring are two purple, six black, and one red."

"The last one was indeed Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring."

Qian Xunji's expression changed several times in succession.

He originally thought that the two of them working together would be enough to bring Li Qingshan back, but he never expected to receive such a reward!

"Where is your Martial Soul Fusion Skill?"

The Gui Mei said in a deep voice, "I was unable to use it. Just as I was about to reunite with Yue Guan, my body suddenly returned to its original position."

"Then, he separated us with a single sword strike, giving us no chance to join forces again."

Yue Guan added in a low voice, "He didn't use his ninth Soul Skill from beginning to end."

The hall fell silent immediately.

Qian Xunji slowly sat back on the high seat, his fingers tightening on the armrests. He naturally understood what level ninety-nine meant.

The Spirit Hall's information is spread throughout the continent, so if there really is such a Peerless Douluo, why was there no news about him in the past?

"This person is quite capable; I believe him."

After a moment, he coldly said, "But simply defeating you doesn't necessarily make me level ninety-nine!"

Yue Guan and Gui Mei exchanged a glance, but neither of them said anything more.

Having just entered the Titled Douluo realm, they couldn't possibly determine the extent of their opponent's strength based solely on that one exchange.

Qian Xunji looked at the two of them, but the doubts in his heart did not disappear.

Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, bizarre mental attacks, and methods to suddenly change the location of Gui Mei.

Even if the level 99 is fake, this person should not be underestimated.

"You all go and recover from your injuries first, then send someone to continue investigating this person's whereabouts."

Yue Guan was slightly taken aback.

"Your Majesty, what's next...?"

Qian Xunji slowly rose, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, and said in a deep voice:

"I will personally lead a group to meet this Li Qingshan. Let's see if he is truly Peerless Douluo has been in seclusion for many years, or if he is just using his limited abilities to create an illusion..."

"You'll know once you meet him."