Sword cultivators were all sick in the head!
Whenever two people took a dislike to each other, the sword cultivator would grab his sword and ask whether the other person thought the blade in his hand wasn't sharp enough.
They spent all day with their noses in the air, as though everyone owed them a hundred and eight thousand.
Whenever two groups fought, the sword cultivators charged in fastest, so they were also the first to come under concentrated fire.
Through survival of the fittest, the sword cultivators who lived were each more fiendishly good at fighting than the last.
To become a sword cultivator, first you needed a life tough enough to survive!
That was common knowledge throughout the Cultivation World.
Second, sword cultivators were the biggest show-offs among all cultivators.
In their own words, of all cultivators, their swords were the coolest!
No outfit looked cooler than white robes!
White robes with a longsword at the waist did indeed fit most young men and women's fantasies of immortal heroes.
Holding a Three-Foot Greenedge Sword certainly looked more pleasing than gripping a long-handled axe in both hands.
This also made sword cultivators the largest group of cultivators in the entire Cultivation World!
And Song Mu's entrance was certainly flashy.
An enormous white lotus landed on the ground, instantly stirring up billowing mist that left Song Mu half-hidden.
Coupled with his good looks, he simply swept away young and old alike.
Watching Song Mu stand between them, his head tilted slightly upward at forty-five degrees as he gazed at the sky, Ye Chen and Ji Yuze had only one thought.
This white-robed sword cultivator before them really was a poser!
He had opened by telling them to do him a favor?
Why should they? He told them to stop, and