The old Daoist furrowed his eyebrows and didn't say anything. The little Daoist, on the other hand, became smug. He probably felt that he had someone to rely on with his master beside him. He puffed out his chest and said to me smugly, "Hurry up and apologize, then I'll let you leave!"
The little Daoist was smug, but the old Daoist's expression grew uglier.
Cultivators could sense the other's aura. I only had to lift my eyes to take a look. Without even using my power of insight, I could tell that this old Daoist was at the beginner stages of Glorious Consciousness.
The old Daoist's realm was too far from mine, so he naturally couldn't see through my cultivation. I reckoned that his expression changed because of that.
However, after a moment, the old Daoist's face that was as dry and rough as an old tree's bark squeezed out a smile. He didn't look at us, but extended his hand to rub the little Daoist's head and asked, "Ah Mo, what happened?"
"They were sitting on the spirit stone just now!"
The little Daoist named Ah Mo pouted and looked angrily at the fatty and me. "I said that we are the orthodox sect of Wang Wu Mountain that has been passed down for a thousand years. This is the spirit stone that our master left behind, but they didn't believe me. They said that they wanted to go to those deceptive places to offer incense!"
"Fellow Daoists, my disciple is naughty, please excuse me."
The old Daoist smiled wryly and cupped his hands towards the fatty and me. "However, this small temple is simple and crude, so there's nothing to see. If the two of you want to offer incense and ask for the divination stick, it's better to go to the bigger temples in front."
Hearing the old Daoist say that, Ah Mo instantly pouted and said unwillingly, "Master, but they are slandering us …"
"Ah Mo!"
The old Daoist was slightly dissatisfied. He frowned and scolded softly. The little Daoist shrunk his neck and didn't dare to make another sound.
"Alright, please leave." The old Daoist clearly didn't want to have anything to do with us, so he ordered us to leave with an indifferent expression.
I squinted my eyes. Although the old man in front of me only had the cultivation of the beginner stages of Glorious Consciousness, he gave me a very strange feeling. There seemed to be a huge power hidden in his body. It made me feel a little fearful.
As for the "Mountain Suppressing Spirit Stone" they mentioned, I didn't believe it either. There was no spiritual power in it at all.
Even if there was something special about it that I couldn't see, it wouldn't have been left at the door to be exposed to the elements. I had thought that the little Daoist had been deceived by his master and that the people in this broken temple had evil intentions, using an ordinary stone to blackmail others. But now, it seemed that there was something else going on.
I chuckled. Just as I was about to speak, I suddenly felt a fluctuation of Dao Qi. I turned to look at the little Daoist, Ah Mo.
The little guy pursed his lips tightly. It was obvious that he was upset about not being able to clear the name of his Taoist temple. I saw his small hands hidden in his wide sleeves. His sleeves were slightly trembling, and the Taoist Qi fluctuations were coming from them.
I couldn't help but find it funny. This little fellow really wanted to teach me and the fatty a lesson.
Although the old Daoist was closer, his cultivation was lower, so he was slower to notice than me. When he turned his head, it was already too late. The little Daoist's face was solemn. His small hands, which still had some baby fat, suddenly swung out from his sleeves. A crystal clear small sword appeared out of thin air!
Seeing this small sword, I was stunned. Then, a wave of shock surged in my heart. This little Ah Mo was actually … a sword cultivator!
Speaking of sword cultivators, I had only seen a few words in the Death Scripture. I knew that this was a group of cultivators unique to Huaxia. From Earth Master to Heaven Master, they only had one sword in their body. Even when they reached Yang God Celestial Master, they didn't have a humanoid Yang God like others. What replaced it was the same sword.
Sword cultivators didn't rely on talismans or spells. No matter if it was cultivation or fighting, they only relied on a sword. Because it was secretive, it wasn't widely spread. After the Ming and Qing dynasties, it gradually became extinct.
When a sword cultivator cultivated, they paid attention to "nurturing the sword." At the beginning, their strength was weaker than other cultivators, and it was more difficult for them to grow. However, once they succeeded in nurturing the sword and became a Celestial Master, they would have a sword soul that was equivalent to the Celestial Master's seal. Only then would the power of a sword cultivator be completely released. It could be said that if they encountered a god, they would kill a god. If they encountered a buddha, they would kill a buddha.
It was extremely fierce and terrifying. However, because sword cultivators needed to "nurture the sword" at the Earth Master stage, compared to other cultivators, they didn't need that much spiritual power before they reached the Celestial Master realm. That was why this little Daoist was hiding in a broken temple with ordinary spiritual energy to cultivate in Wangwu Heavenly Abode.
While I was thinking, the old Daoist's expression suddenly changed.
"Ah Mo, put away the sword soul!"
The old Daoist shouted. There was a faint sound of metal and stone in his aged voice. He suddenly leaped up, and the old Daoist robe on his body fluttered even though there was no wind. He leaped into the air like a roc spreading its wings, blocking between me and Ah Mo.
Seeing that his master had such a strong reaction, the little Daoist shivered in fear. The small sword that was originally in the sky also shook, and fell down like a headless fly.
"Master, I … I just wanted to prove that we aren't swindlers …" Ah Mo probably felt that something was wrong. With a sobbing tone, he carefully put away the transparent sword soul into his body and explained to the old Daoist in a low voice.
"I said before, don't use this sword technique in front of outsiders. Why didn't you listen …" The old Daoist sighed. Then, he glared at me and the fatty and said coldly, "Two Daoists, this old man advised you to leave with good intentions. If you don't leave, then don't leave now!"
I smiled faintly. "Sire should also be a sword cultivator, right?
A sword cultivator's strength isn't bad. However, sire is too arrogant if you want to make me stay. "
"As expected, you recognized me!"
The old Daoist's gaze became even colder. His face even carried a hint of determination to die. "This old man has concealed his identity in this abandoned village for over ten years. I didn't think that I would still be found!"
Before he finished his sentence, an enormous aura rose from the old Daoist's body. It seemed that he was accumulating power in preparation for a fatal blow.
"I know that you are a strong person in the later stages of Glory of Memory, or even in the complete stages of Glory of Memory," the old Daoist said slowly.
The white beard by the side of his mouth trembled. "But so what? There are many souls in the later stages of Glory of Memory under this old man's sword!"
Following his words, the aura around the old Daoist grew stronger.
"Master …" Little Ah Mo seemed to be scared silly. He looked at his master and then at us. His eyes instantly turned red, and a few drops of tears hung at the corner of his eyes. "Master, let them go. It's all Ah Mo's fault. Ah Mo doesn't dare to use his sword technique in front of others anymore …"
"They already know your identity as a sword cultivator. I must kill them!"
The old Daoist roared again. Ah Mo shivered in fear. After all, he was just a child. He was naive. Looking at his master who was usually gentle and gentle suddenly become so strict and terrifying, little Ah Mo shrunk his body. He used a mosquito-like voice to say, "Master, they … they didn't bully Ah Mo. Don't, don't kill them, okay …"
This little fellow was a kind and good child. His Daoist heart was pure. No wonder he had such a high cultivation at such a young age.
"Little fellow, don't worry. This old man can't kill us."
The fat man who had been standing at the side also recognized the old Daoist's cultivation. He wasn't nervous at all. He smiled at the little Daoist with a sly face. "Little fellow, why don't we make a bet? We won't kill this old man later. As long as we defeat him, you will follow us and change your master, okay?"
"Impudent!"
The old Daoist's expression was as cold as ice. Hearing the fat man's words, he was even more certain that we didn't have good intentions. "You really came for Ah Mo. Even if I have to risk my life today, I won't let you succeed!"
With that, he shook his Daoist robe. Little Ah Mo was carried to the back by a gentle Daoist Qi. At the same time, the old Daoist opened his mouth and spat out a small cyan sword.
The small sword grew bigger and bigger until it was the same size as a normal weapon. At the same time, the old Daoist's face turned pale, as though he had used up a lot of energy.
After summoning the Daoist Sword in his body, he reached out with one hand and quickly used his thumb to cut the tip of his index finger. A drop of blood flew out and landed on the blade of the small cyan sword.
"I, a sword cultivator, only have one sword in this life. No matter gods or demons, I will slay them with one sword!"
The old Daoist laughed bitterly. His body gave off a loud bang. It was obvious that he had used a move that would put his life on the line!
"Kill!"
The old Daoist spat out another mouthful of blood. The cyan sword trembled slightly, and its entire body turned a strange green and red color. Then, like a bolt of lightning, it dashed toward the fatty and me!
Following the green and red light, the old Daoist's thunderous roar spread over.
"Although I am not a Heavenly Master and have yet to nurture the sword, I have never shown this Daoist Sword to anyone in these ten years!
Today, I will use you two traitors to sacrifice to the sword … Die! "
In an instant, the green and red sword light was about to reach my body.
Although a sword cultivator wasn't ordinary, the old Daoist was only at the beginner stage of Glorious Memory. Even if I had nurtured the Daoist Sword in my body for ten years, it was just a normal attack to me.
Just as I was about to grab the Daoist Sword, the old Daoist's face suddenly turned pale. He shouted, "Explode!"
The moment he said that, the sword stopped in the air and gave off a blinding light. Then, countless sword shadows wrapped around me.
The moment the old Daoist attacked, he chose to fight to the death. He would rather give up the Daoist Sword that he had nurtured for many years and kill my fat man with a thunderous strike.
In an instant, the enormous Daoist energy that had gathered in the sword exploded. The entire small temple was covered in white light!
Unfortunately, the difference in realm was too huge. It was inconvenient for me to move my hands. With just a thought, the seal in my body gathered above my head …
When the white light dissipated, the old Daoist coughed as he struggled to support his body. He lifted his head and stared at the fat man and me.
He seemed to be extremely confident in his Daoist Sword. His furrowed brows loosened and the nervousness from before dissipated. However, when the white light dissipated and the fat man and I appeared unharmed, the old Daoist's eyes opened wide.
At this moment, I felt helpless. The reason why I came to this small temple was because I was interested in the little Daoist Ah Mo's cultivation. Who knew that after the old Daoist saw me, he would treat the fat man and me as his mortal enemies.
I had planned to subdue him and then explain to him. Who knew that the moment he attacked, he would use such a desperate move. He didn't give me any time to explain at all.
At this moment, I was angry. I didn't retract the Heavenly Master Seal but left it three inches above my head. It slowly spun and a white light covered the bottom of the seal, not revealing the words on it.
"… Heavenly Master!"