It was a group of young men dressed in white, both men and women, sixteen in total. Each carried a long sword on their back, their auras fierce, their eyes sharp as blades, making it impossible to look directly.
Each of them exuded an ethereal aura. Their white robes fluttered, like banished immortals descending to the world—cold and aloof, standing among the crowd like cranes among chickens, striking and conspicuous.
This was a group of sword cultivators—a group of astonishing strength. No one expected that so many sword cultivators would appear simultaneously in this ancient city.
Legend has it that when the Sword God falls, he transforms into the Dao through his body, spreading the fortune of swordsmanship across the heavens and earths. Anyone who wields a sword will share a trace of the sword's fortune.
Therefore, there are countless swordsmen in the world, but none have truly inherited the sword path.
Because all swordsmen revere the Sword God as their master. With the Sword God's fortune bestowed upon them, why should they become a disciple or join the sect?
The path of a sword cultivator can be called a gift from heaven. Everything must be cultivated by oneself, and comprehending by oneself; no one can help anyone else. Therefore, truly powerful sword cultivators are all alone.
However, today, so many terrifying sword cultivators gathered together immediately attracted countless eyes, as the identity of sword cultivators was too special and extremely rare.
However, as the sword cultivators walked, they suddenly stopped, their gazes sharp as blades, locking onto a distant figure.
However, following their gaze, people saw Long Chen and Yue Zifeng. When Long Chen saw this group, his heart couldn't help but race.
"Buzz buzz buzz...
The long sword on Yue Zifeng's back trembled slightly, emitting a thunderous roar, and even he sensed it.
"Ling Tian Sect."
When Long Chen saw this group, his gaze instantly sharpened, recognizing their identities.
Back on the chaotic battlefield, Long Chen encountered a terrifying sword cultivator—Luo Zixu, who claimed to be a disciple of the Sword God.
At that time, Luo Zixu was wearing a blue robe, different from the white clothes of the people before him, but the circular patterns on their chests were embroidered with the two characters 'Ling Tian' in the original Jiuli Immortal script that were exactly the same.
"Boss, do you know them?" Yue Zifeng was taken aback.
"After the Sword God fell, some clown crawled out of some pit, calling himself the Ling Tian Sword God, colluding with the extraterritorial demons, slaughtering his own kind. He's no good.
Of course, from their faces, you can tell they're not good people. As long as you're willing, you can wipe them all out. It won't take much time anyway." Long Chen said.
As for the Chaos Battlefield, Long Chen never said a word. It was a battle that transcended time and space. The Qiankun Cauldron had warned him more than once not to reveal anything to anyone. If he was tainted by terrifying karma, it would lead to reckoning with the heavenly tribulation, and might even harm others.
Obviously, this was Yue Zifeng's first time hearing of the Ling Tian Sword God. He knew who the Ling Tian Sword God was, but in his heart, there was only one Sword God.
"Hey! Kid, which branch are you from?"
While Long Chen and Yue Zifeng were whispering, the group walked over. Even their walking posture was different. Although they were walking, their boots were three inches above the ground, not touching the ground, as if afraid the dust would stain their snow-white shoes.
It was obvious they could see how terrifying Yue Zifeng was, but their judgment was obviously lacking; otherwise, they wouldn't have called Yue Zifeng 'kid.'
"It has only form but no spirit. With the power of faith, the sword has rusted and the heart is covered in dust. It can no longer be considered a true sword cultivator." Getting closer, Yue Zifeng's gaze swept over them, and he shook his head.
Not only did Yue Zifeng notice, but even Long Chen, who wasn't a sword cultivator, noticed as well.
The aura of these guys was astonishing, but mostly because of the faith power attached to them, giving them an air of borrowing authority like a fox borrowing tiger's power.
"What are you talking about? Answer Senior Brother Ling obediently, and don't bring trouble upon yourself." In the crowd, a female disciple shouted coldly.
The Senior Brother Ling she mentioned was none other than the leader of their group—a man with a broad forehead and a pockmarked face.
Sometimes, if someone is to be ugly, they can be as ugly as possible; if they want to be handsome, they think that will make them stand out.
This Senior Brother Ling was so ugly that people remembered him at a glance; his appearance was truly quite unique.
These people were extremely arrogant, seemingly believing that talking to Yue Zifeng was a form of charity. Each of them felt like lofty gods, wishing they could glare at people through their noses.
However, as soon as the woman spoke, Long Chen and Yue Zifeng were both left speechless.
These people must be fools. Yue Zifeng made his words so clear, yet they still didn't understand what he meant.
"Kid, don't be ungrateful. Senior Brother Ling asking you is showing favor, praising your talent, and wanting to recruit you under the Lingtian Divine Sword Sect." Another disciple shouted.
When he mentioned the words 'Lingtian Divine Sword Sect,' he deliberately raised his voice by eight tones. It was unclear whether he was afraid Yue Zifeng wouldn't hear, or that those around him wouldn't hear clearly, or perhaps those who couldn't see could hear them.
In short, the sound was extremely loud, audible throughout the entire ancient city. Instantly, Long Chen sensed countless divine senses approaching, clearly drawn by the situation over here.
At this moment, Senior Brother Ling cleared his throat and said, "Our Lingtian Divine Sword Sect is the legacy of the Lingtian Sword God. Our sect has always specialized in swordsmanship, isolated from the world, and rarely set foot in the mortal world.
However, the Sword God, out of compassion, cannot bear to see so many sword cultivators in the world unable to enter the Dao or find their way to seek their skills. Therefore, he commands us to travel the world, enlighten lost lambs, and take in destined disciples.
Join my Divine Sword Sect, receive the protection of the Ling Tian Sword God, learn peerless and invincible divine powers, and cultivate the methods that goble heaven and earth..."
"Stop, stop, stop, ...stop!"
Senior Brother Ling was still boasting at length, and Long Chen couldn't stand it anymore and waved his hand.
He finally understood that these disciples of the Lingtian Divine Sword Sect were traveling across the country, simply to build momentum and recruit disciples for the sect.
The isolation he spoke of, Long Chen, did not mean isolation, but rather that in the chaotic era, he was severely weakened and forced to retreat and recuperate.
Now that they've been trained enough, they finally have the courage to show their heads and explore the world. Once they find it's safe, they start acting arrogant.
"Stop bragging. Look at you, your face looks like you've sprinkled a handful of black sesame seeds on a triangular flatbread, making me feel embarrassed. Look, the hairs on my arms are standing on end." Long Chen said speechlessly, then even rolled up his arm to show him.
"Hahaha..."
Long Chen's words and actions caught countless people off guard, making them burst out laughing.
Especially Long Chen's analogy—looking at Senior Brother Ling's broad forehead, pointed chin, and the dark spots on his face, the more he looked, the more it sounded like him.
"Courting death!"
Senior Brother Ling was furious, pressing his large hand on his long sword, while the other disciples also pressed their swords, their fierce killing intent surging upward.
"Daring to make a move in my Tianyao City, it seems you don't want to leave alive."
At that moment, a disdainful snort rang out.