Versatile Sword Cultivator Novel Novels & Stories

He glared back at me with haunting eyes, eyes that were glowing a brilliant silver. A low and threatening growl burst from his lips, and before I had a moment to react, he grabbed me around the throat and slammed my back into a tree. I rounded my blade on him but once again, I was stopped by that same invisible shield. I growled in frustration and swung my weapon again. This time the blade was ripped from my grip. Though not by his hand. The blade hung in the air not far above my head. I marvelled at it as it turned slowly through the air, held up by nothing. It twisted and turned, and then folded in on itself, until it dropped to the ground as crumpled mess. This fucking bastard, I loved th

Although they were already good friends by now, Nio was still unpredictable in his actions and it was clear to both of them that he could quickly turn into a cold killer. When the soldiers began to ask questions, Nio briefly replied that his friends were not their concern. But like all soldiers, they thought differently. The situation escalated rapidly. When the first soldier drew his sword, the now familiar black mist formed around Nio. The raw magic surged at the soldier and when it came in contact with his body, it began to destroy him, piece by piece. The soldier screamed, frozen in place, and then it was over. The mist was gone, and where the man had once stood there was nothing left, n

the captain shrieked. At his command, the guards and several of their beasts lunged toward Rayden. These were not the market thugs he had faced in Garnetfall. They were trained cultivators, the fanatical wolves of Lord Dragon. Their techniques were strange and cruel, often sacrificing defense for a single lethal strike. A sword sliced toward Rayden, its blade shrouded in a corrosive black aura. From another side, a guard cast a net woven from venomous energy. But they were facing Rayden.

Sweat stung her eyes as Nya swung the sword around, just in time to block Rok’s steel blade. The reverberation shook all the way up her arm, but she didn’t have time to let the ache distract her as Rok was bringing the sword around again, this time from the other direction. The tip of the blade almost caught her underneath the chin, but she managed to jump back, raising her arms and shoulders to make herself smaller in the middle. The blade flew up into the air, missing her, but it wasn’t headed away from her for long. Rok was relentless, swiveling around in a full circle and bringing his sword along, ready to cut her in the middle. She was wearing a metal chest plate, but most of her body w

The blade gleamed with a brilliant silver light, its edge shimmering with a promise of sharpness. The blood sword! I exclaimed internally, astonished by the fact that I had successfully conjured the legendary weapon known to be wielded by a valiant warrior from Cairos—a neighboring nation to Springgan. Apollo had shared stories about it, expressing his dream to create such a weapon one day. Empowered by the gauntlet, I held the blood sword with ease. The blade's edge gleamed, a testament to its lethal potential. Just as the icy shield surrounding me shattered, the dominus seized the opportunity to consume me. Its jaws opened wide as it lunged towards me. Reacting swiftly, I positioned the sw

Two items were handed to Philip as he explained, “This was my favorite night outfit back then. Not only does it look good, but it can also block other people’s detection. I obtained this sword from a renowned family of blacksmiths, which you can use as a token. If you need any equipment, you can go to the First Continent and look for the Divum Guild.” The book of sword technique was handed over to Hiram as he said, “Although you’re intelligent by nature, you have ordinary talents. As long as you can put some effort into learning this technique, even a fool can achieve something.” “Thank you, sir!” Hiram gratefully accepted the book.

Sword Master gave the answer. "Yes, in the aspect of Qi cultivation, you have 'Taixuan Sword-seeking Scripture' and 'One Saber to Begin Your Journey Technique'. They're almost the most perfect basic mental cultivation methods. They're still useful even when you're in the nine-apertured Martial Soldier Realm. In addition, the problem is, you do not have any golden body method in body tempering. However, the Stunning Steps body movement, the Cross Style sword skill, and Lightning-Chasing Central Swordsmanship sword skill don't match your current strength and progress anymore. Therefore, a body method skill, a golden body skill, and a sword technique skill with strong attack power are your best

Rather my invisible double’s ears ‘received’ noise from the children who’d just returned from school and were now arguing with their nanny. Seconds later, he stood up and staggered to the security post, where he could stay under a shed and rest his back, before examining what he’d been offered. It took him several seconds to notice the strange sword in a white sheath, hanging on the second belt on his waist. He remembered my katana which was crafted in traditional Japanese technique, but this new one was different. On its handle, this new one had white and gold ‘X’ patterns, while the old one had black and purple ‘X’ patterns. He sat behind the security post and shivered at the inscription a

Cameo asked from behind me as I stepped into the air-conditioned space. I ignored him. My fingers drifted lazily over the weapons. Metal kissing my skin, while one name burned through my mind. Abel Roshid. “Sir?” “Cameo, do as I’ve said.” My voice cut in, cold and final. His heavy sigh followed, then the sound of the door closing behind him. When I was alone, I picked the flick blade with serrated edges. Unsheathed it and ran my thumb along the ridges, feeling every bite of it. A dark smile curled on my face.

Something that makes the merchant clans' arithmetic stop working. The kampilan moved through the dark in a slow arc that I was deliberately keeping controlled, feeling where the technique wanted to break down. The Dusk Kampilan, the scripture called my eventual weapon, in some future state I had not yet reached. A black ancient sword-spear hybrid sealed with demonic chains. This was not that. This was a dead Blood Clan leader's camp blade with bone handle and old iron and clan markings I did not recognize. But it was a beginning. The way everything here had been a beginning.