Out of a hundred immortal cultivation novels, roughly ninety-nine mention sword cultivators, and eighty of those feature them as protagonists. Regardless of the story's setting, the depictions of sword cultivators always share a common thread.
First, sword cultivators love swords as if they were their life, and many of them treat their own natal swords as their wives.
Second, sword cultivators have a strong fighting spirit. Every day they are either fighting or on the way to fight.
The novel "Second Senior Sister was Captured by Younger Junior Brother" is no exception. The Zhige Sect, which has the largest number of sword cultivators, is nicknamed "the first straight male sect" by readers. The cultivators only have swords and fighting in their eyes.
The sword cultivators of the Taichu Sect's Invisible Sect are quite different. They cultivate the sage sword, prioritizing the Way of the Sword over swordsmanship. Peak Master Cheng Wuyi, the True Lord of Baopu, possesses a hilt, but no blade. In his eyes, everything in the universe can be a sword.
So these disciples of the Invisible Sect... should be a little gentler.
Shen Qingmang held onto this beautiful expectation and said, "I didn't come here today to exchange martial arts, but for something else. Besides, my cultivation is far superior to yours, so even if I win, it won't be fair."
A disciple immediately responded, "Master, have you forgotten? Our Formless Peak's Hidden Edge Platform can keep both combatants at the same level of cultivation. There's no need to worry about you surpassing us."
Shen Qingmang squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "You guys from Wuxing Peak... are really considerate."
"Master has been ill recently and is not able to compete." Gu Suihan leaned sideways to protect her.
The sword cultivators did not look at him with the same eagerness and admiration as they looked at Shen Qingmang. A sword cultivator with a high ponytail stood directly in front of him.
"Are you the new disciple of Master Qiongju? Do you dare to challenge us?"
Shen Qingmang immediately declined on his behalf. "Master and disciple, we are here today for serious matters. We will spar with you next time."
Are you kidding? Gu Sui Han hasn’t learned any sword moves yet. He doesn’t even have a sword.
"Well, we won't disturb you anymore. Just tell us if you need anything." Gao Ponytail showed regret on her face, but still stepped aside.
"Thank you very much." Shen Qingmang pulled Gu Suihan to leave when he heard a sword cultivator muttering, "Such a weak and frail pretty boy can become the disciple of Master Qiongju. Why don't I have such good luck?"
She paused, half-smiling as she said, "Good luck? Gu Suihan is a serious practitioner with a steady personality. He never talks behind others' backs. He became my first disciple based on his ability, not luck. Someone like you who gossips behind others' backs, even if you make it to the final round, will be eliminated by me."
The sword cultivator who had spoken earlier blushed and stood up to bow. "Disciple Cheng Shuangping, I was rude just now, but I had no intention of offending the Immortal. I truly feel sorry for you. Since today is not convenient, I will seek guidance from Senior Brother Gu on the day of the competition."
Shen Qingmang felt somewhat helpless. These were some stubborn sword cultivators. It seemed the Sword of the Saint of the Invisible Sect wasn't much better either; they still only cared about fighting!
"No need to wait for the day of the competition, we can do it today." Gu Sui Han said.
Everyone looked at him in surprise, including Shen Qingmang. She tiptoed close to his ear and whispered softly, "Are you crazy? Why are you showing off? You can't..."
Gu Suihan tilted his head to look at her, his expression serious. "Master defends his disciple, so naturally, the disciple must defend Master as well."
After saying this, he raised his voice and said, "I don't have a sword yet. Is there any fellow Taoist willing to lend me one?"
"Go on." Gao Ponytail took off the jade sword from her waist and threw it to Gu Sui Han, who grabbed it.
"Thank you, fellow Daoist."
"I am Gongshu Yi, a disciple of Master Baopu. I am always waiting for you, Brother Gu." Gao Mawei said.
"Can you really do it?" Shen Qingmang tugged at Gu Suihan's sleeve.
"Master, please be at ease."
Gu Suihan and Cheng Shuangping went up to the Hidden Front Stage, and everyone came to watch the fight. Shen Qingmang stood at the front, looking at the stage with his fists slightly clenched.
In the center of the Hidden Front Platform stood a round jade stone, glossy white. The two men stood on either side of the jade stone, and Cheng Shuangping gestured "invite." "You are the guest, and this time the exchange will be based on your level of cultivation."
"Thank you." Gu Suihan stepped onto the jade, and the color of the jade instantly changed from bright white to light yellow, and then spread to the entire Cangfengtai. The audience below the stage immediately talked about it.
"What? It's just Qi training?"
"You've forgotten that it's only been a month since Master Qiongju first accepted a disciple."
"Then Senior Brother Cheng, this victory is a bit unfair, isn't it?"
Cheng Shuangping on the stage was also stunned. "You are actually in the Qi Refining Stage... I will show mercy."
"No need." Gu Suihan said expressionlessly. "Just come at me."
The two men stood, one in the south and one in the north, and extended their hands to salute.
"Sorry for the offense." After Cheng Shuangping finished speaking, he made a beautiful sword flower. The sword he used was a silver long sword. The golden spiritual energy injected into it formed a dazzling firework pattern in the air. When everyone was dazzled, he jumped up and stabbed Gu Suihan opposite him.
Shen Qingmang involuntarily took a step forward, but was stopped by the barrier of Cangfengtai.
Gu Suihan on the stage stood like a lone pine, neither dodging nor evading. When Cheng Shuangping was about to stab him, he suddenly took a step forward, lowered his body to avoid the sword light, and moved behind Cheng Shuangping with his feet.
The next second, his sword was already on the opponent's neck.
Shen Qingmang rubbed his eyes.
What? Is that the end? How did the eldest disciple win?
As a layman, she was completely confused, but the knowledgeable sword practitioners were already excited.
"Defeat the enemy with one move, so powerful!"
"Master, Master, is this the Wuya Sect's 'Flowing Wind Returning Snow'?"
She smiled slightly, neither nodding nor shaking her head, letting them understand it themselves.
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