This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable

It was only the era name that changed from Immortal Martial to Tianyuan, a seemingly trivial alteration in name that appeared to be no big deal.

But one must understand, the range of impact that comes with a change in the era name encompasses the entire Human Race.

Given such a broad scope of influence, even the smallest change is enough to stir up a storm, let alone the change of something as deeply significant as the era name.

How could such a phenomenon be merely summed up by the so-called 'butterfly effect'?

After receiving confirmation, Lu Qingshan was quite astonished as he sat back down on the wooden chair.

This interlude did not interrupt the leisurely mood of the patrons, nor did they take seriously the storyteller's claim that the world would fall into chaos.

Setting aside whether it was true or false, simply the daily concerns of firewood, rice, oil, and salt were already enough for the common folk to worry about; the turmoil of the world seemed too distant, seemingly of little relevance to them.

The storyteller continued to delve into his repertoire, speaking until his mouth was dry and his tongue parched, but he persisted in his enthusiastic narration. During this, he occasionally cast furtive glances at Lu Qingshan.

He was still hoping to receive another tip or two from Lu Qingshan.

But to his disappointment, that handsome young lord had been motionless ever since sitting down, as if deep in thought.

Lu Qingshan's emotions were somewhat complex, containing both surprise and worry.

The joy stemmed from the fact that if history could undergo such a major shift, it indicated that his desire to alter the predetermined course of the storyline was entirely feasible.

The so-called predestined force that would correct history back to its original track was nothing but baseless talk, a non-existent notion.

The worry was because he had only been in this world for half a year, and his own strength was still very weak, which meant he was unable to stop the destruction of Zhenjiang City or the revival of Luohu, despite numerous attempts during the Corpse Puppet Chaos.

The only thing worth mentioning was that the number of survivors from Zhenjiang City was over eight hundred thousand more than in the original history.

Yet such an insignificant change had already caused history to veer so greatly off course.

Continuing like this, unless he did nothing at all, the course of history would inevitably develop into a situation completely different from his previous life.

This meant that he would lose his most important reliance.

Indeed, in Lu Qingshan's heart, his greatest Golden Finger had always been his thorough familiarity with the storyline.

After a long period of contemplation, Lu Qingshan finally snapped back to reality, picked up the teacup, and drank all the tea in a single gulp.

Why bother with so much fuss? Just get it done first. Isn't what he wanted just to change the predestined development of the storyline?

Having thought it through, Lu Qingshan was no longer troubled. He called out to West Rat King, who was using Illusion Technique to obscure mortal vision, and unabashedly eating and drinking at the table, and stood up to leave.

...

Upon exiting the teahouse, what greeted him was a street far wider and brighter than those of Zhenjiang City, with the salty scent of the sea wafting through the air.

This was Bibo City, the Prefectural City of Jian State's Jianan Prefecture, and also the largest seaport city in the Southern Territory. It served as the transport hub connecting the Southern Territory with the islands of the South Sea, and its prosperity ranked first among all the prefectural cities in the entire Southern Territory.

"Lu Qingshan, what sword are you really looking for?" West Rat King asked from its perch on Lu Qingshan's shoulder, tirelessly repeating the question it had asked for the past three months.

"Didn't you hear just now in the teahouse?" For once, Lu Qingshan didn't keep West Rat King in suspense and answered frankly.

"What?" The Western Mouse King was taken aback and hurriedly began to search through his memories. He quickly came to a realization, "Are you talking about the Three-feet Edge?!"

"Yes." Lu Qingshan nodded.

"Wasn't it said that the Mo Family was annihilated twenty years ago?" The Western Mouse King was very puzzled.

"The Mo Family was indeed annihilated, but the Mo Family Head survived, and he has the Three-feet Edge in his hands," Lu Qingshan's eyes flashed with a strange light.

This was the purpose of his journey all the way to the South Sea.

For a Sword Cultivator to choose a Life-bound Sword, it is often more cautious than choosing a Dao Companion.

After all, a Dao Companion may not accompany you for a lifetime, but a Life-bound Sword can.

With Lu Qingshan's discernment, he naturally wouldn't settle for an ordinary Sword Artifact.

But the mystery of the Three-feet Edge had even him, deeply moved, because the Three-feet Edge was a Heaven Rank Sword Artifact!

"Do you know where the Mo Family Head is staying now?!" The Western Mouse King was quite astute, immediately making the most reasonable guess.

Lu Qingshan slightly shook his head, "He's disguised and his whereabouts are elusive, how would I know where he is?"

The Western Mouse King's voice rose a few notches, "You don't know where he is? Then how are you going to find the sword? You can't possibly be searching for a needle in a haystack, can you?!"

Hearing this, Lu Qingshan laughed and nodded earnestly, "You guessed right. I'm indeed looking for a needle in a haystack."

"..."

"We've arrived," Lu Qingshan said softly as he looked at the enormous port in front of him.

The port of Bibo City, Bibow Port.

Huge merchant ships, cargo ships, and passenger ships crammed the port space, bustling with people.

The daily throughput of ships at Bibow Port was an astonishing number, virtually every hour there were numerous fleets either setting sail from Bibow Port or returning.

In a world where Cultivators existed, the shipbuilding industry was far more advanced than in ancient Huaxia, as evidenced by the fact that the largest merchant ship in the port could reach up to one or two thousand zhang in size. Of course, such merchant ships couldn't possibly have been built by mere mortals alone; they must contain more or less Cultivation techniques.

Over the South Sea, islands were scattered like stars across the sky. Except for truly powerful Cultivators or those whose minds had gone astray, no one would choose flying as a means of travel.

Because the distance between each island in the South Sea was vast, and unlike on land where one could land at any time to replenish Spiritual Power, once a Cultivator's Spiritual Power was exhausted mid-flight, it would mean falling into the sea.

And even for Cultivators, it was impossible to stay soaked in the sea for too long, not to mention that there were often bloodthirsty Water Demons lurking, presenting immense danger.

Therefore, Lu Qingshan, preparing to go to sea to find the sword, had to travel by ship.

Lu Qingshan roamed around Bibow Port and found a medium-sized fleet that was about to set out to the Poseidon Archipelago among the fleets planning to head there.

It was originally a merchant fleet and didn't take passengers. But as the saying goes, 'Money makes the mare go.' As long as the price is right, these merchants would haul a ship of monkeys if asked to, let alone people.

Lu Qingshan offered a good price, negotiated the time with the ship's captain, and thus set his schedule.

The Poseidon Archipelago was a good eight or nine thousand kilometers away from Bibo City, the largest archipelago within ten thousand kilometers outside the city.