Chapter 486: Sword Cultivator Appears

"Brother Yan, you seem to have not told me the direct reason why the disciples of Mo Jian Men are scarce. Is it because the way of sword cultivators is really too difficult to cultivate, or is it because people with sword cultivator talent are too rare?" Wang Yu was also somewhat surprised by the number of true disciples of Bishui Palace, but still asked in confusion.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, I can only say that having sword cultivator talent is just the basic condition for joining Mo Jian Men. To become a disciple of Mo Jian Men, the most important thing is to be a madman first, and to become a true sword cultivator of Mo Jian Men, you must be a madman among madmen." Yan Lingxiang replied slowly, not knowing what terrible things he thought of.

"Brother Yan, isn't this somewhat exaggerated?" Wang Yu's face changed slightly.

"Hehe, have you heard of a Foundation Establishment cultivator who, in order to test whether a newly refined flying sword is sharp or not, went deep into the belly of demon beast territory alone, blood-washed thirteen demon beast nests in succession, killed thousands of demon beasts, and finally only had one breath left before running back to human territory after his cultivation realm even dropped?" Yan Lingxiang's eyes couldn't help but twitch every time he said something.

Wang Yu was even more horrified in his heart, asking somewhat dryly: "These are all things done by the sword cultivators of Mo Jian Men?"

"What do you think?" Yan Lingxiang asked back.

"I understand. I suddenly feel that I should have no sword cultivator talent." Wang Yu was silent for a moment before smiling reluctantly.

If the price of becoming a sword cultivator was to be a madman, he naturally wouldn't want to.

"I knew Fellow Daoist Wang was a smart person. If the sword cultivator path was easy to walk, the Chaotic Spirit Domain would have been Mo Jian Men's world long ago, and there would be no place for our Bishui Palace and Linggui Sect.

True sword cultivators can often kill enemies across ranks and have astonishing combat power, but they are often influenced by their life-bound flying swords, their personalities are biased, and they are prone to indulge in the way of slaughter. Not many can end well." The young man saw this and smiled.

Just as Wang Yu wanted to nod with a smile, a cold voice suddenly came from the bone boat:

"Sword cultivator personality is biased, indulging in the way of slaughter, and cannot end well!

Bishui Palace brat, is that what those trash told you juniors?"

"Who?"

Yan Lingxiang was startled and almost turned his head for the first time.

I saw a black-robed young man standing at the tail of the bone boat, his appearance as handsome as a woman, but his eyebrows were like swords, and his eyes were cold.

Beside him stood another big man with short beards carrying a yellow wooden box, who was the Sima family head who had just separated not long ago.

At this moment, this cultivation family head just smiled bitterly at the two and stood honestly beside the black-robed young man without saying a word, looking very obedient.

Wang Yu also subconsciously released his divine sense and swept the black-

At this moment, this head of a cultivation family merely gave the two a bitter smile, then stood honestly beside the black-robed youth without saying a word, looking extremely well-behaved.

Wang Yu also subconsciously released his divine sense to scan the black-robed youth, but he was startled and hurriedly retracted his sense, bowing in a salute: "Junior Wang Yu, pays respects to Senior."

The aura on this black-robed youth was unfathomable; he was clearly a third-rank Golden Core cultivator just like Ancestral Elder Tianchan.

"You... you are Senior Luo of the Sword Grinding Sect, I pay respects to Senior Luo!" After Yan Lingxiang saw the black-robed youth's face clearly, he nearly jumped up as if his backside were on fire, hurriedly returning the salute and lowering his head until it pressed against his chest, not daring to lift it even a fraction.

Hearing this, Wang Yu was also shocked once again in his heart.

This Golden Core cultivator was actually a sword cultivator from the Sword Grinding Sect, and the two of them had just been discussing the sword cultivation path of this very sect.

"Oh, you recognize me," the black-robed youth asked noncommittally.

"Junior Yan Lingxiang, my grandfather is Yan Yuchai. I once saw Senior once before at your Golden Core celebration," Yan Lingxiang replied with a pale face, beads of sweat appearing faintly on his forehead.

"So it's the Yan family's brat. Your grandfather's strength is not bad; he can actually take a few of my sword strikes. But you are not young anymore, and you aren't even at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage. You no longer have the chance to compete for the true inheritance of the Clear Water Palace, do you?" the black-robed youth said expressionlessly.

"Junior's aptitude is dull, so I never dared to covet the position of true inheritance," Yan Lingxiang managed to squeeze out a smile and replied cautiously.

"Hehe, whether your aptitude is dull or not, I don't know, but your ability to spread rumors is certainly not small.

Remember this well: when I crafted that life-bound flying sword back then, it didn't take eighty-one days; it only took seventy-one days, because at that time I only had my head left. My entire body below the neck was used by me to craft the flying sword," the black-robed youth suddenly laughed.

But this laugh not only turned Yan Lingxiang's face deathly pale, but it also sent a chill straight up Wang Yu's spine.

The Golden Core sword cultivator from the Sword Grinding Sect before them was actually the protagonist of the last story Yan Lingxiang told, that ruthless man who shaved his own bones to craft a sword!

Wang Yu instantly clamped his mouth shut, not even daring to take a deep breath.

Beads of sweat rolled down Yan Lingxiang's forehead. With a "thump," he actually knelt directly before the black-robed youth. After knocking his head three times with "bang," "bang," "bang" sounds, he finally lifted his head and begged for mercy with a trembling voice:

"Senior Luo, please spare me. Everything Junior said earlier was nonsense, just unintentional words. After I return, I will definitely not wag my tongue again."

If he had offended a Golden Core cultivator from another sect, Yan Lingxiang wouldn't be this terrified, but the few Golden Core sword cultivators of the Sword Grinding Sect had always been lawless. It was truly possible they might just kill him with a single sword strike simply because they didn't like the look of him.

And afterwards, even if the higher-ups of the Clear Water Palace knew about this, they would likely at most haggle with these lunatics and settle for some compensation. But if he died, he would have died for nothing.

However, this was the territory of the Clear Water Palace. Why would this Golden Core sword cultivator from the Sword Grinding Sect be here? Could it have something to do with the Sima family head beside him?

While terrified, Yan Lingxiang also felt quite strange in his heart.

"Hehe, you don't need to be afraid. I have some friendship with that old fellow Yan Yuchai, so I won't kill his descendant just because of a few unpleasant words. But as a small punishment, just kneel there until I leave."

The black-robed youth said with a chuckle, then stopped paying attention to Yan Lingxiang and let his gaze fall on Wang Yu, revealing a look of interest:

"Little fellow, listening to your conversation just now, you seem very interested in the path of sword cultivation. Would you like to join the Sword Grinding Sect? As long as you become a disciple of our sect, there is a possibility of becoming a true sword cultivator. However, before that, you must at least possess the talent of a 'Sword Body,' 'Sword Bone,' or 'Sword Pulse.' After all, the Sword Grinding Sect does not recruit mediocrities."

As soon as he finished speaking, the black-robed youth didn't wait for Wang Yu to answer and patted the back of his own head.

With a "clanging" sound, a sword chime rang out directly from the back of his head.

The sound was crisp, yet it carried an indescribable aura of metal and weapons within it.