Chapter 5515 High Heaven Disciples
Chapter 5515 High Heaven Disciples
This was a group of white-robed youths, sixteen in total, both men and women. They all bore swords on their backs, their auras sharp and their gazes cutting like blades. People didn’t dare to look directly at them.
Their auras were transcendent, exuding an air of detachment. They looked like immortals who had descended upon the mortal world—cold, lofty, and utterly distinct. In this gathering, they were like cranes among chickens.
They were sword cultivators, and shockingly powerful ones at that. No one had expected such a formidable group to appear here at once.
It was said that after the Sword God fell, his body transformed into the Dao, scattering the Sword Dao’s karmic luck throughout the nine heavens and ten lands. Anyone who wielded a sword could share a trace of this karmic luck.
As a result, swordsmen were as common as grains of sand in a river. Yet, none had truly inherited the Sword Dao’s legacy. That was because true sword cultivators elevated the sword to the status of a master. To seek the Sword God’s karmic luck, one couldn’t serve another sect.
The path of the sword was solitary, relying entirely on personal enlightenment. No one could assist them. As a result, truly powerful sword cultivators were rare.
However, today, so many terrifying sword cultivators were gathered together. It instantly drew attention, as their presence was highly unusual.
Suddenly, these sword cultivators stopped, their sharp gazes locking onto a figure in the distance. Following their line of sight, people saw Long Chen and Yue Zifeng. Long Chen was visibly surprised to see them.
Yue Zifeng’s sword quivered slightly, emitting a faint cry.
“The High Heaven line,” Long Chen said.
Back on the battlefield of the primal chaos era, Long Chen had encountered a terrifying sword cultivator named Luo Zixu, who claimed to be a disciple of the High Heaven Sword God. Luo Zixu wore azure robes, different from the white robes of these newcomers. However, the circular pattern stitched onto their chests bore the same Jiuli immortal characters: “High Heaven.”
“Boss, do you know them?” asked Yue Zifeng, surprised.
“After the Sword God fell, some clown popped out and called himself the High Heaven Sword God. He allied with the invading Heaven Devils and turned on his own race. Judging by their faces, these people aren’t good eggs either. If you want, you can just kill them all. It won’t take much time,” said Long Chen nonchalantly.
Long Chen had never told anyone about his journey back in time. The Earth Cauldron had warned him repeatedly not to divulge such matters, as they involved terrifying karmic consequences. Such karma would only be settled during a heavenly tribulation and could easily harm others.
Yue Zifeng had never heard of a High Heaven Sword God. He had no idea who it was, and in his heart, there was only one Sword God.
“Hey, little fellow, where are you from?”
Just as Long Chen and Yue Zifeng were privately conversing, this group approached them. Even the way they walked was different—their boots didn’t touch the ground, as if they were afraid of dirtying their white robes.
They had to be after Yue Zifeng, recognizing his terrifying potential. However, their arrogance blinded them to the depth of his strength. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have called him “little fellow”.
“You have the form, but not the soul. In addition, you carry faith energy. Your swords are already rusted, and your hearts are covered in dust. You cannot be considered true sword cultivators,” Yue Zifeng said, his gaze sweeping over them. He shook his head in disappointment.
It wasn’t just Yue Zifeng who noticed this. Even Long Chen could tell. Despite their formidable aura, it was mostly borrowed power from faith energy rather than their own cultivation.
“What did you say? Obediently answer senior apprentice-brother Ling’s question. Don’t bring suffering upon yourself!” shouted a female disciple, her tone harsh.
The senior apprentice-brother Ling she spoke of was the leader of their little group. His wide forehead and pockmarked face made him memorable, albeit not for the right reasons. Sometimes, people would make themselves stand out using whatever quality they had to increase people’s impression. However, this senior apprentice-brother Ling was so naturally ugly that anyone would remember his face with just a look. It was very peculiar.
Moreover, all of them were exceptionally arrogant. They acted as though speaking to Yue Zifeng was an act of charity, their demeanor condescending.
The woman’s words left Long Chen and Yue Zifeng speechless. Yue Zifeng’s response had been quite straightforward. Did they not understand what he was saying?
“Little fellow, don’t fail to recognize kindness. Senior Apprentice-Brother Ling is complimenting you by speaking to you. He thinks you’re talented and might even accept you into the High Heaven Sword God Sect,” another disciple chimed in.
This disciple loudly proclaimed the sect’s name, as though afraid it wouldn’t be heard. His voice carried across the city, drawing countless divine senses to the scene.
After that, senior apprentice-brother Ling cleared his throat and started his speech. “The High Heaven Sword God Sect is the legacy of the High Heaven Sword God. Our sect has focused on the Sword Dao and remained aloof from worldly matters. However, the Sword God is merciful and cannot bear seeing sword cultivators wandering aimlessly. Thus, we are tasked with guiding these lost sheep to the right path. Join my Sword God Sect to receive the High Heaven Sword God’s blessing! You can learn unmatched divine abilities and cultivate the path of heavenly enlightenment—”
“Stop, stop, that’s enough.” Long Chen interrupted, unable to bear the droning speech any longer.
He immediately saw through their act. They were looking around to recruit disciples for the High Heaven Sword God Sect.
As for being aloof from the rest of the world, Long Chen didn’t believe their bullshit. Their sect had to be badly wounded after the war of the primal chaos era and had no choice but to hide themselves to recuperate.
Now that they had recovered enough, they finally had the guts to show up again. After investigating the world and finding that it was safe, they started acting arrogant.
“Stop bragging. I’m embarrassed just listening to a triangular-sesame seed face talking. I’m worried those sesame seeds will get on me. Look, I’ve even got goosebumps on my arm,” Long Chen mocked, rolling up his sleeve to show them.
“Hahaha!”
Long Chen’s words struck like a lightning bolt. The description of senior apprentice-brother Ling’s wide forehead and narrow jaw as a “triangular sesame seed face” was both accurate and hilarious, causing laughter to erupt from the crowd.
“You are courting death!”
Senior Apprentice-Brother Ling was enraged. He and the other disciples drew their swords, and a sharp killing intent filled the air.
“Anyone who dares to fight in my Heaven Demon City should give up any thoughts of leaving alive.”
A disdainful snort suddenly rang out, freezing the atmosphere.