Zhang Yang hunched over, panting like a decrepit old man in the twilight of life, stricken with a terminal illness.
"So this is what a sword cultivator is—a sword cultivator who can kill himself!"
Bitter laughter welled in his heart, but deep down, Zhang Yang was also sounding the alarm bells.
Sword cultivators' combat power was tremendously strong. There was no doubt about that. They were second only to demon cultivators, who specialized in self-destruction, because sword cultivators fought by burning up all their own potential and attacking without regard for the cost, like madmen.
Now look at the Golden Core Path. Their very foundation was pursuing the Dao through maintaining good health. No matter what they did, the first thing they had to consider was whether their bodies could withstand it.
That was why Zhang Yang had been able to crush the five Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Golden Core Path from Black Mist Village all by himself.
But the price was that his remaining lifespan was now less than two hundred years.
"Relying on a surge of hot blood and a body full of courage isn't enough to last. Everyone says Golden Core Path cultivators value resources above all else, and there's that saying about wealth, companions, techniques, and places. But in my view, sword cultivators need even more resources. With their short-tempered, berserk fighting style, they're doomed to die young without resources!"
"So—Village Building Order, are you there?"
"Friendly reminder: One battlefield remains uncleared and unplundered. Would you like to plunder it immediately?"
"Yes, plunder it."
Zhang Yang hesitated for a second, but ultimately chose to compromise. He had realized that, in this Cultivation World, a lone sword cultivator could at most be a fleeting yet dazzling shooting star.
He didn't want to be a shooting star.