Chapter 607: The Sword Cultivator's World

If he could help it, Odin absolutely did not want to attract anyone's attention.

He wanted to be a quiet handsome man, sitting and watching clouds roll and unfold, flowers wither and bloom.

But the God-Demon Game would not give him the chance.

Odin looked at Ao Yulie walking over, his gaze involuntarily shifting to Tang Luo.

Regarding Tang Luo's strength, Odin had already understood; with Zeus's death as ironclad proof, it proved his own might.

But the people around Tang Luo, Odin actually did not know very well.

At the start, such minor characters (including Tang Luo) were simply not worth his, Odin's, trouble; later there was no opportunity to learn more.

The ambush on Chijing Daoren failed, the God Alliance was utterly routed and fell apart; to save himself, Odin fled and had no further contact with any God-Demon Walker.

He was suspicious by nature, not even trusting his former trusted subordinates.

Channels to obtain information were few and far between, so he did not know the people around that demon monk Tang Xuanzang.

Since when did it become a lackey's turn to talk down to him, Odin, from on high?

What about Tang Xuanzang himself?

Standing there without even placing his attention on him!

Arrogant to the extreme! Insolent to the utmost! Bullying too far!

His bottom line had been touched!

"Yes, this young brother, I feel this mission definitely won't be simple! Otherwise, how would it have gathered us Walkers standing at the peak of the God-Demon Game?" Odin said with a confident smile, his posture already lowered.

The bottom line could go a little lower, a little lower still.

"Hmm..." Ao Yulie mused; his original plan was to beat this Odin up, tell this kid not to stir up trouble.

Hence he transformed into the domineering CEO Ao Yulie.

He didn't expect this guy to be so able to bend and stretch, not foolishly naive at all.

Since that was the case—

"Hey!" Ao Yulie decisively threw a punch.

Odin's head snapped back, he retreated two steps, the aura on him fluctuating, rising and falling.

The rise was due to Ao Yulie's sudden punch; the fall was because Chijing Daoren and Jiang Ziya simultaneously stepped forward, locking him down tight.

Once Odin made a move, he would directly face their thunderous pincer attack.

And Tang Xuanzang, and that other subordinate of his, still did not look this way.

That white-haired monk was even hugging a cat in his arms, stroking it.

"Why did you hit me?" Odin gritted his teeth, asking with difficulty; he really felt wronged.

Clearly his reaction had no flaw; that smile carried three parts confidence, three parts ingratiation, three parts bitterness, and one part stubbornness.

Perfectly displaying a former enemy who could be won over, who could turn hostility into friendship.

"We are enemies." Ao Yulie said as a matter of course.

"We were, but now we don't have to be!" Odin gritted his teeth.

"That I actually agree with." Ao Yulie said, "So I gave you a punch."

"???"

Odin's face was full of confusion; Chijing Daoren and Jiang Ziya were also a bit puzzled, what did that mean?

"This is the basic operation of conversion: beat them up first, after the beating they take refuge in my Buddha." Ao Yulie said, raising the White Dragon Gale Staff, "Draw your sword!"

"... Are you mentally ill!" Odin really wanted to curse like that, completely unable to understand how the brain circuits of the guy before him were formed.

"Only by letting you understand our strength will you not give birth to any untimely, unrealistic ideas." Ao Yulie said, "Pain must be personally experienced before it can be profound."

Odin opened his mouth, unable to refute those words.

He couldn't help looking at Tang Luo — is this the white-haired demon monk's way of conducting himself?

"Fine."

Odin exhaled, right hand gripping the void, a long spear appearing in his hand.

Fight then!

The two's auras began to climb; a great battle was on the verge of breaking out.

Then, a palm appeared above Odin's head, descending.

The ground trembled lightly, a pit about five meters wide appeared, shaped like a palm, with Odin sprawled at the bottom.

His right foot was still twitching.

"Next time, someone's coming." Tang Luo said.

Xiaotian Quan had just reminded him that someone was approaching, so Tang Luo made a move to stop this "conversion."

Mm, you could also say he directly completed the conversion.

Not to mention Odin sprawled in the pit, even Chijing Daoren and Jiang Ziya were a bit unsteady.

When Chijing Daoren first met Tang Luo, he felt they could go fifty-fifty.

Later hearing Tang Luo tore Zeus apart with his hands, and learning the situation from Kongming and the others, he felt it should be eighty-twenty, giving face, at least ninety-ten.

Tang Luo nine, them one.

Now, Jiang Ziya and Chijing Daoren understood: there was no nine and one, their chance of winning was zero.

Even joining forces would only be zero.

Before Odin could climb out of the deep pit, a whistling sound reached his ears.

A streak of sword light approached, stopping diagonally above everyone's heads; the radiance dispersed, revealing a long-haired man scrutinizing the crowd: "Who are you, daring to intrude on my Pure Yang Sword Gate?"

This person's attire perfectly matched many people's image of an immortal; his gaze sharp as a sword, a long sword could be seen strapped on his back.

Just now he had arrived riding his sword.

Jiang Shang and Chi Jing Daoist both frowned at the same time; the long-haired man's aura was incredibly sharp, like a sword pressed against their foreheads, making them feel a strong threat.

His strength was in no way inferior to theirs.

Encountering such a powerful figure right at the start of the mission, what Odin in the pit said was correct—this mission is not simple.

"Amitabha." Tang Luo uttered a Buddhist invocation, "This humble monk..."

"A monk?!" The long-haired man interrupted Tang Luo's words, "It's actually a monk?"

"What's wrong with being a monk?" Jiang Shang and Chi Jing Daoist were slightly puzzled in their hearts.

It was obvious from the long-haired man's condition that this was a cultivation world, or rather, a xianxia world.

Such a world, Jiang Shang and Chi Jing Daoist had experienced plenty of, and they handled it with ease.

Generally speaking, monks are part of the xianxia world, constituting a basic law of nature.

"Since you are a heretical cultivator, then go die." Without waiting for further communication, the long-haired man drew his long sword; the sword light was icy and fierce, and a cold light flashed.

The sword light fell toward Tang Luo's throat, his strike was ruthless, leaving no room for mercy.

Zhu Bajie, standing beside Tang Luo, reached forward and grabbed fiercely; sharp sword qi burst forth around his palm, yet it could not injure his palm in the slightest.

"Hmph!"

With a cold snort, the trembling blade in his hand was crushed by Zhu Bajie with one hand.

The long-haired man's face turned pale, he spat out a large mouthful of blood, collapsed directly to the ground, fainted on the spot, and his life or death was unknown.

"This natal flying sword—this sword cultivator's killing intent is truly heavy." Zhu Bajie said.

"Wasn't it agreed that I am the team's damage dealer?" Ao Yu Lie muttered.

Preparing to fight Odin, my master slapped him away, then a sword cultivator ran out, said just two sentences, and was crushed by my senior brother who pinched his natal flying sword.

As a support and tank, you guys are so fierce—what use am I, the damage dealer?

"Let's go first; the situation is strange, this place is not suitable for lingering." Chi Jing Daoist said, and Jiang Shang nodded.

Zhu Bajie stepped forward and picked up the half-dead sword cultivator; the group quickly left.

Including Odin from the pit, who also transformed into a white horse, mounted it, and followed Tang Luo and the others.

Not long after, Tang Luo and the others left this area.

After a while, several sword lights swept across the sky and fell down, revealing the figures of several cultivators, whose clothing resembled that of the sword cultivator from earlier.

They all had long swords slung on their backs, obviously all from that Pure Yang Sword Sect.

However, their auras were inferior to those of the long-haired man from earlier.

They looked around and saw the palm print on the ground, remained silent, and then someone exclaimed: "The natal flying sword of Elder Lin!"

Following his gaze, they saw a sword hilt on the ground, along with broken fragments of a blade that had lost its luster.

The elder of their Pure Yang Sword Sect, actually near the mountain gate, had his natal flying sword destroyed by someone?!

A major incident has occurred!

Several people didn't bother with anything else, gathered the fragments of the broken flying sword, activated their own flying swords, wrapped themselves in sword light, and flew toward the sect.

On the other side, Tang Luo and the others found a secluded spot, woke up the half-dead Elder Lin, and questioned him from his mouth about the basic situation of this mission world.

At first, Elder Lin naturally was upright and unyielding; as a sword cultivator, bending but not breaking, dying but not yielding was basic procedure.

Fortunately, Tang Luo's Buddhist Dharma was profound, and he soon converted Elder Lin, making him speak without reservation and say everything without omission.

This mission world is quite similar to the Great Seclusion World that Tang Luo had experienced before; both are proper worlds with cultivation traditions.

The cultivation level of cultivators in this world is much higher; for example, this Elder Lin is a Nascent Soul cultivator.

The main component of the cultivator world is sects.

Dynasties belong to the mundane, have little relation to cultivators, and are relatively small states with sparse populations; there are many such states, scattered like stars across the land.

Cultivators and the mundane are largely separated; their main intersection is basically opening doors to accept disciples.

What's more interesting is that in this world, ninety-nine percent of cultivators are sword cultivators.

All named sects are "sword sects," without exception.

There are no various kinds of magical treasures, nor various kinds of mysterious divine abilities or spells.

Every cultivator holds a sword, one sword breaks ten thousand laws—well, this world also has no ten thousand laws, only my sword breaks your sword.

Then, are there cultivators who are not sword cultivators?

Yes, but they are like rats in a gutter, dust in history, belonging to the common enemy of all sword cultivators, the target of attack.

This is a precept passed down from the sects; every sword cultivator must abide by it.

Elder Lin drew his sword against Tang Luo precisely because of this.

As for the reason, I don't know; anyway, everyone does it this way.

The mundane don't care, but once one becomes a cultivator, one must become a sword cultivator.

Otherwise, one becomes the enemy of all sword cultivators, and all cultivators (sword cultivators) under heaven can and should be punished.

"What a strange rule."

"Could it be that some sword maniac who loves swords to the point of madness and insanity set this down?"

Everyone speculated wildly.

Regarding the issue of divine swords, Elder Lin said that there are countless sword sects under heaven, and countless swords bearing the name of divine swords; he doesn't know which sword the few of you are looking for.

The sects that Elder Lin can name by their titles number at least one hundred and eight.

Basically, every sect has one or two fairly decent flying swords as their "sect foundation treasure swords."

Powerful sects, like the Pure Yang Sword Sect, have flying swords left by their ancestral masters throughout the generations, at least seventeen or eighteen of which can be called "divine swords."

Tang Luo and the others believe that this mission is certainly not completed by simply picking up some so-called "XX divine sword" mentioned by certain cultivators.

What they are seeking should be a specific sword.

So...

"Which sect is the strongest, and what is the most powerful sword?" Tang Luo asked.

The strongest is certainly the most divine; even the sword of the strongest doesn't count as a divine sword, so other swords certainly don't qualify.

What we must find is inevitably that one sword of the strongest—clear thinking.