However, once cultivators of the system from The Sage Who Transcended Samsara entered the Exterior Scenery realm, their combat power skyrocketed exponentially.
It began as martial arts, shifted straight into high fantasy midway through, and eventually reached the point of casually rewriting worlds-true mythology made manifest.
As Qin Tian finished up, the storm connecting heaven and earth subsided.
By then, Black Whirlwind and his underlings had all been flayed into bloody, mangled messes by the storm of blades.
Qin Tian put away his sword and stood upright. "Right, I haven't asked your name yet!"
The little crybaby straightened his clothes and cupped his hands. "My surname is Hong, and my given name is Mao."
"Hong, as in rainbow!" A thought surfaced in Qin Tian's mind, and he teased, "Quite a coincidence, isn't it?"
"Hong, as in flood!" the little crybaby corrected him. "The character with the water radical next to 'gong'!"
"Little kitty!" Qin Tian continued.
"What little kitty? It's Mao, as in luxuriant!"
"Hong Mao!" the little crybaby said, somewhat angrily. In this ancient society, getting someone's name wrong was very rude.
If the man before him had not saved his life and were not a Divine Saint suspected of being a reincarnated Heavenly Venerable,
he would have drawn his sword long ago.
Qin Tian wore the ghost of a smile. "If your name were Rainbow Cat, practicing this sword art would earn you a share of heavenly fortune. You would assuredly attain a Dharma Body one day."
"Yes, my name is Rainbow Cat!" The little crybaby immediately changed his tune.
Angry? What was there to be angry about?
This was the Heavenly Venerable's guidance, his earnest instruction. Getting angry now would be far too rude and ill-mannered.
If he could attain a Dharma Body, what was there to