The Traditional Practice of Sword Cultivators Also Working as Miners!

Before the two colleagues from the Special Investigation Bureau could quickly organize a few words of "gentle discouragement," Chen Ruiping had already undone the Jane leather strap in his hand and drawn the brass longsword completely, gripping it in one hand.

The sword's inner blade was revealed. It did not shine with the brilliant golden luster they had expected, but instead displayed a warm, ancient bronze color. Even the edge did not look particularly sharp.

The other man casually flourished the sword. His movements were smooth and natural. Clearly, it was a heavy, lifeless object, yet in the blink of an eye, it seemed to become a true extension of his arm.

There was a strange feeling to it—seemingly unfamiliar, yet carrying a hint of being "tempered through a thousand trials"----

The sight left the two men unable to tear their eyes away.

Then the young man adjusted his breathing and focused on the mist ahead. The slightly unruly air around him suddenly drew inward, becoming calm and concentrated, with a sharpness that seemed poised to strike.

"Sorry, you two. Please step back a little."

Without turning his head, he said, "I'll try chopping through it once. Just once."

Before he had even finished speaking, and without waiting for a reply, he simply swung his arm forward as though casually.

Buzz—

A deep sword hum suddenly rang out!

Including the "rolling gourds" scattered around them, both Stork and the raven felt their spirits jolt, as if some invisible needlepoint had abruptly pierced between their brows.

It seemed both real and illusory----

At the same time, a pale golden sword aura condensed almost to the point of becoming tangible suddenly broke free from the brass sword's edge!

At first, the sword aura was only a foot or so wide. Once it