Drawing the Sword to Slay a Spirit Transformation Cultivator

True Lord Mie Ri was still the same as ever.

He looked like some blond-haired punk from a roadside salon, yellow streaked with black, his complexion as pale as someone who had spent seven days and seven nights in an internet café. He wore a leather jacket, ripped pants, and a pair of sneakers from who knew what era.

"You people are..."

Li Ri Tian stared blankly at the yellow hair of True Lord Sea-Stabilizer and the others, his thoughts instantly thrown into chaos.

No, wait.

In less than a hundred years, had the Immortal Sect's fashion trends been swept this far astray by demonic winds?

"Senior Mie Ri!"

"Your aesthetic truly transcends the ages. Looking across the River of Time, none can compare!"

Lord Lu Ling flicked his yellow hair and said fawningly, "Just look at these curled golden locks—how beautiful, how handsome! If I'd possessed your aesthetic sense back then, marrying a fairy maiden would have been easy as turning my hand. Just crook a finger, and she'd come running."

"You are the guiding beacon upon my path through life!"

He sighed as if reciting poetry.

"Stop!"

"Don't disgust me."

Li Ri Tian shuddered, running a hand through his hair without appreciating the compliment. "With that ferocious one-eyed look of yours, you don't match fashion trends no matter how you look at it."

"This is an insult to my art!"

"It's true! I suddenly awakened to aesthetic awareness..."

Lord Lu Ling tried to defend himself.

"Enough, stop talking nonsense!"

"Tell me."

Li Ri Tian said helplessly, "Stop disgusting me. What do you want?"

"Let me make this clear first. I just advanced, and my pockets are poor enough for rats to starve. I don't have a single cent. Don't expect me to reward you with anything—I don't even