Starting as a Son-in-law to Establish an immortal Family - Chapter 1585 - 538: A Coffin as a Gift

Chapter 1585: Chapter 538: A Coffin as a Gift

Lu Qingshan instinctively wanted to say, “Those who flaunt themselves for sale are not worth mentioning.”

But thinking of the Sect Leader, he decided to be more composed and modest.

After a brief pause, he seriously said, “Fifty to sixty… seventy to eighty percent maybe.”

“Fifty to sixty, seventy to eighty percent?”

The Jinyang Sect Leader’s eye twitched, wondering what kind of assurance this was.

However, seeing the other party’s confidence, he was very satisfied and patted Lu Qingshan’s shoulder amicably, saying, “Good, I’ll await your performance.”

“Please don’t worry, Sect Leader.”

Lu Qingshan cupped his fists in salute, preparing to enter the ring.

But seeing another member of his sect defeated on the platform, heavily injured and coughing blood, he stopped in his tracks, frowned, and asked his sister Lu Qingzhu, “Little Bamboo, do you still have a coffin with you?”

In their previous travels through the Mortal World, they had encountered many life and death situations.

Lu Qingzhu, holding the belief of resting in peace, would bury the deceased in such cases.

She even crafted many coffins for people.

“Huh?”

Lu Qingzhu was taken aback, her cherry lips slightly parted.

Tianyuan True Immortal: “???”

Jinyang Sect Leader: “???”

Tianyuan True Immortal knew her disciple well and vaguely guessed his intentions.

But seriously, why would these siblings carry coffins around?

Moreover, given Lu Qingzhu’s personality, why would she carry such things?

She looked at Lu Qingzhu in bewilderment.

The Jinyang Sect Leader wasn’t very familiar with Lu Qingshan’s personality.

He mused, is Lu Qingshan really that intense?

Is he planning to carry a coffin into battle to defend his dignity after witnessing fellow disciples’ defeats?

“Qingshan?”

Tianyuan True Immortal looked at Lu Qingshan.

“Guests from afar come so arrogant, how can we not offer them a gift? Present them with a coffin to bury their battered bodies.”

In his green robe, Lu Qingshan stood tall and straight, exuding a sharp and indescribable aura.

Since the entire sect regards him, Lu Qingshan, as arrogant, he would show them arrogance—arrogant enough for all of Yue Country to know!

And to tell the world, he, Lu Qingshan, has this capital!

Today in the Foundation Establishment Stage, no one in the same realm can rival him!

In the future, when he breaks through Core Formation and Nascent Soul, still no one in the same realm will rival him!

“Indeed…”

Tianyuan True Immortal was speechless.

Just a moment ago, the latter asked her about the consequences of accidentally killing someone.

And now, he’s directly delivering a coffin.

Aren’t you afraid you can’t retract your words or control the aftermath?

And with so many matches already on the platform, can you not see the situation?

Though she had long known her disciple’s personality, seeing everyone as just boasters, she was still a bit speechless.

She wanted to ask, after three years of trials in the mortal world, what did you actually hone in your Sword Heart?

“…”

The Jinyang Sect Leader beside them was also dumbfounded.

He thought Lu Qingshan would carry a coffin into battle to display his determination.

Who would have thought he was gifting a coffin instead?

Without even starting the fight and with only a fifty to sixty… seventy to eighty percent chance of winning, preparing a coffin speaks of arrogance and unmatched confidence.

He had heard about Tian Yuan Peak’s Lu Qingshan early on as talented and arrogant, but didn’t think much of it.

After all, which genius is not arrogant and prideful?

He had been the same.

But now, he finally understood.

“Lu Qingshan, are you sure about this? If you lose, you’ll face the condemnation of countless people!”

The Jinyang Sect Leader didn’t stop him but said sternly.

Though this was Lu Qingshan’s personal act, if he lost, not only would the Jinyang Sect be ridiculed, many Jinyang Sect disciples would think Lu Qingshan shamed them.

“If killing is of no consequence, gifting them a coffin is nothing.”

Lu Qingshan said.

He was calm, indifferent, and spoke in a relaxed tone, exuding an aura that pierced the Heavenly Dome.

“Go ahead.”

Beside him, Tianyuan True Immortal’s beautiful eyes narrowed, her demeanor sharpened as she spoke solemnly.

This disciple of hers was arrogant but not brainless.

In all these years, he hadn’t faltered even once.

Since he had such courage, she wanted to see if he could conjure another miracle for her.

If he lost and faced public condemnation, if he could rise from the valley, break and stand, he would surely advance further in the future.

If he were to utterly fail and remain down… then down he should remain.

Otherwise, with such a personality, it’s only a matter of time before something goes wrong.

“There are two left…”

Seeing this, Lu Qingzhu whispered.

As a disciple of the Jinyang Sect, she was also annoyed seeing her fellow senior brothers and sisters severely injured.

Though her brother’s actions were somewhat inappropriate.

Knowing him well over the years, she vaguely guessed his purpose.

“One will suffice.”

Lu Qingshan said with a light laugh.

“Bang—”

Lu Qingzhu released an ordinary wooden coffin from the Storage Bag.

Lu Qingshan affectionately ruffled his sister’s hair and then his green robe transformed into the disciple’s Magical Robe of the Jinyang Sect.

Raising his hand gently, he lifted the coffin and strode towards the central platform.

This action immediately drew the attention of many.

“Hmm, what’s going on?”

“It’s Senior Brother Lu Qingshan!”

“Why is Junior Brother Lu carrying a coffin?”

“Could it be that Senior Brother Qingshan is preparing to carry the coffin into battle, to settle things once and for all?”

The central platform was surrounded by disciples of the Jinyang Sect, and even many Elders and Executors were watching.

Lu Qingshan, as a True Inheritor of the Jinyang Sect and a Nascent Soul Seed, was very well-known, recognized by many, instantly causing a stir, and much discussion.

“Lu Qingshan, what are you doing?”

Beside the platform, an Elder of the Jinyang Sect appeared with a flash, blocking Lu Qingshan’s path, his expression solemn.

Though duels concern reputation.

He didn’t wish to see their prodigy die on the platform.

“Once my sword is unsheathed, there’s no return from death.”

“Now that guests from afar have arrived, I present them with a coffin in advance, as a gesture.”

Lu Qingshan’s sword-like brows and star-like eyes were gentle and refined, calm and indifferent, with no sharpness typical of a Sword Cultivator.