Sword cultivators from across the world had gathered in the Sword Sect's Sword-Forging City. For such a grand occasion, only two Core Formation Realm disciples of the Sword Sect stood at the gates.
Yet even though they were merely two Core Formation Realm disciples, rogue cultivators at the Nascent Soul Realm and above had to address them as senior brothers when passing.
Such was the standing of the Sword Sect, one of the Nine Great Sacred Lands, in the hearts of sword cultivators.
Who didn't know that the Sword Sect was the hardest of the Nine Great Sacred Lands to enter? And every member was a sword cultivator. Every disciple who emerged from the Sword Sect would become a towering figure of the Sword Dao in their own right.
The two Core Formation Realm sword disciples practically had their noses pointed at the sky. Even when great cultivators at Soul Departure greeted them, they wouldn't spare them a glance.
Sword cultivators all had faces that begged for a beating, so whenever a brawl broke out in the cultivation world, they were the first to get hit.
Suddenly, a commotion broke out at the gates of Sword-Forging City, and the clamor of the surrounding sword cultivators carried over.
Seeing a spectacle to watch, Ouyang's eyes lit up. He pulled some sunflower seeds from his storage bag and squeezed his way forward.
"Does your Sword Sect always bully people like this? You won't let anyone in unless they're a sword cultivator?" a young man in blue Daoist robes shouted, pointing at the Sword Sect disciples.
His expression was angry and unreconciled, with a sense of grievance and a suppressed sob in his voice, hoping to win the sympathy of the surrounding rogue cultivators.
Unfortunately, nobody gave a damn about him. The rogue