Sword of Coming

A Qi refiner who looked to be around thirty years old appeared disheveled as he stood on a gigantic rock. He quietly spat out a mouthful of blood.

This fight was full of unexpected surprises, so he definitely needed to do some calculations with the others after they killed the earth bull. They needed to ask that Golden Core Tier earth immortal for more compensation. This surely wouldn't be taking things too far. After all, while the earth bull's entire body was a treasure, the most valuable parts such as its golden core, its horns, its tendons, and so on would all be taken by the Golden Core Tier earth immortal.

Meanwhile, they would only be left with internal organs and some flesh. Not only that, but they now needed to fight two more battles as well. If the Golden Core Tier earth immortal refused to pay them a few extra lesser heat coins, then he couldn't blame them if they... jumped up and down and cursed in anger behind his back.

The Qi refiner standing on the gigantic rock was called Lü Yangzhen. He was born in the countryside, and his family had been woodsmen for generation after generation. Now, he was a vagrant cultivator with no permanent residence, and he had just cleared his first big hurdle last year, successfully advancing to the Abode Tier.

Even though this was the lowest tier in the Middle Five Tiers, becoming an Abode Tier cultivator was like ascending to the heavens in a single step for vagrant cultivators like Lü Yangzhen. After clearing this hurdle, he could now be employed by immortal clans with proper lineages and inheritances, or he could become a guest elder in the imperial court of a mortal empire, or maybe in an official residence or a noble clan. To put things simply, vagrant cultivators at the Abode Tier would finally be worth some money.

Lü Yangzhen's dream was to enjoy even better fortune than the time when he had discovered the corpse and belongings of a cultivator in some mountain cave. He wanted to obtain a traditional immortal scripture that contained information about some Great Dao that could allow him to become an earth immortal. Even if he couldn't become a lofty Golden Core Tier earth immortal in this lifetime, simply being able to stand near and touch the door threshold to this tier would leave him completely satisfied.

Meanwhile, the greatest wish in the depths of Lü Yangzhen's heart—or his wildest wish, to be more exact—was that he could encounter a divine fated opportunity someday. He was already sixty years old, but he hoped that he could mysteriously become a sword cultivator with a bonded flying sword. Thus, the rims of his eyes instantly became bright red when he saw the young esteemed immortal in white robes land on the ground, with two streaks of red returning to his vermilion wine gourd. Those were flying swords! They were definitely bonded flying swords!

Wasn't there a saying in the cultivation world? Old is a sixty-year-old Qi refiner at the Abode Tier, yet young is a one-hundred-year-old sword cultivator at the Abode Tier.

Perhaps this esteemed immortal in white was a powerful cultivator who had practiced a secret technique to regain his youthful appearance?