The Sword Mound.
Swords stood embedded everywhere here, a dazzling array of every kind.
Seemingly any one of them showed signs of being extraordinary and would certainly fetch a high price.
This place was guarded by a large number of powerful cultivators, every one of them at Foundation Establishment.
The person in charge was even at the Golden Core Middle Stage.
These powerful cultivators let their auras spread outward, so anyone with sufficient cultivation could tell their level.
As for their combat strength, Jiang Man could not be sure.
But they were somewhat similar to the demonkind he had encountered back then.
From that perspective, they were the weakest within their own stages.
Defeating them across stages was not impossible, either.
However, when Jiang Man touched a sword and tried pulling it out, he unexpectedly failed.
It seemed that a sword could only be drawn after it absorbed enough power.
"No wonder they said I could try drawing swords in my spare time, and anything I pulled out would be mine."
At this moment, Jiang Man sat to one side, resting.
Three or five people were beside him.
Farther away, another five or six gathered together.
Everyone was resting, seemingly waiting to recover enough before continuing to draw swords.
None of them looked well, as though they had been coerced.
From the looks of it, if those three fail, they'll probably have to draw swords here too. So the Moonlit Sect's objective is to draw swords? Jiang Man had his doubts, but he did not care much. As things stood, he was in no danger, so he could stay and keep touching them.
If not for the scheduled rest, he would have wanted to keep touching them.
"Hey, were you captured too?" A young man came over to Jiang Man