"Senior Brother Ming Guangzi, do not worry."
Xi Ping'an raised a cup of wine in salute. "I walk the Incense Divine Path. My father left me enough Natural Treasures; I do not lack them. No matter how many more there are, they would be useless."
"What I lack is only the countless masses of living beings."
He sighed.
Incense Gods needed to tend countless living beings. It did not matter whether they were humans, the Demon Race, the Sea Race, or any other intelligent creatures. They survived on the Power of Incense and used it to advance to higher realms.
This was the foundation of an Incense God, and also why he had always tried to find a thigh to cling to.
The best thigh was naturally the Great Sun Sword Son. However, he did not like Xi Ping'an. Even if he did, and they became friends, the Eastern Extreme Demonic Sect's customs would never permit him to use incense to tend living beings. Thus, he had been excluded.
Ming Guangzi was, after all, the previous generation's Great Sun Sword Son. There was no need to speak of his aptitude and talent. Once he encountered wind and clouds, he might well transform into a dragon and soar above the nine heavens.
"Senior Brother Ming Guangzi, should we kill this native? I guarantee that no one will escape."
Xi Ping'an looked at Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch and asked.
Sword cultivators could use the strong as whetstones to sharpen and improve their own strength.
Shuoyang Heavenly Monarch's expression changed drastically.
"There is no need."
Ming Guangzi showed little interest. "Defeated by a stronger opponent, yet turning around to strike at someone weaker—this is not the Sword Dao. I would be ashamed."
"I actually have a sword technique comprehended from an Immortal Technique. It