Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 735 - 735 734 Golden Bloodline 3

735: Chapter 734 Golden Bloodline 3 735: Chapter 734 Golden Bloodline 3 Several days later, a streak of fleeing light descended from the sky.

Seeing the cultivator before him, Shi Le’s usually stern face couldn’t help but reveal a smile,

“The fifty-year appointment, you’ve finally come after all.”

“Sorry, many affairs delayed me, I arrived late.”

“As long as you’re here, it’s not late!”

It was obvious that Shi Bu held great respect for this elder brother, which often signified strength and status within the tribe.

The three sat on the ground, meats and drinks were set out before them, whole roasted sheep and huge slabs of steak, the Grassland’s cuisine had its unique style too.

Upon Shi Le speaking up, he gave Shi Bu a start, “Some brothers will be coming over later.

Brother Hou has done many great things on the Continent over the years, and his fame has even spread throughout the Grassland.

Everyone wants to witness his presence, so please don’t blame me for taking initiative.”

Hou Niao could only give a wry smile, knowing there was no malice, but wondering what Shi Le was really up to?

But Shi Bu felt a stir in his heart, suspecting there was a deeper meaning behind Shi Le’s words, right?

On the Grassland, the Shi clan’s Golden Bloodline was the sole cultivation group, yet as time passed and history changed, those who learned the art of sword striking were no longer just from the Golden Bloodline.

It had already spread far and wide, with other bloodlines joining slowly.

As of now, over half of the true swordsmen didn’t bear the Shi surname.

This was a historic principle in the process of cultivation.

Relying solely on bloodline to sustain a lineage would ultimately lead to a narrowing path.

Only by expanding the base and allowing more people to participate—forming a pyramid structure—could a legacy thrive and prosper.

Their practice was disdained by the mainstream Daoist Sects on the Continent and could only develop on the Grassland.

Should they confine themselves to only the Shi clan, they’d be courting destruction.

The so-called Golden Bloodline was but a gimmick that no longer held real significance.

Apart from the surname Shi, it represented nothing else.

On the Jinxiu Continent, every family had its difficult scripture to chant, and it was the same for the Grassland’s Golden Bloodline; their biggest problem was that, with their current inheritance depth, they had yet to produce a Nascent Transformation figure, which was a severe handicap.

Thus, the Grassland could not form a nation but was scattered in various places, and some even resided within the confines of other countries.

Without a Nascent Transformation Patriarch, there were no true disciples, and naturally, they could not receive the Spiritual Green from Outer Space.

In a way, they were excluded from the Continent’s power struggles.

There were many such cultivation forces on the Continent, most of which barely clung to life by attaching themselves to larger Daoist lineages.

If they encountered peaceful ones, they could continue their tradition, like the Ancient Langzhong Sect within Shan Country.

Against aggressor sects, they became prey, and countless heritages had disappeared in this way over the millennia.

The Grassland’s Golden Bloodline had its own uniqueness, which allowed it to be passed down.

For example, the Grassland tribes had a stronger sense of unity, their culture clashed with that of the Central Plains, they were fierce and unafraid of battle, and they were spread over vast lands among several countries…

Their nomadic nature also made it impossible to relocate populations.

To the agricultural civilizations, they couldn’t adapt to a life without a fixed abode, herding and following water and grass, which created a relatively lenient environment for the Golden Bloodline to survive in.

Simply put, they were just getting by on impoverishment.

But the people of the Grassland had ambitions, and their ambition was to establish a nation, a Grassland Alliance.

Only in this way could they survive amid the ever-changing dynamics of the Continent, instead of being assimilated by other ethnic groups, becoming diluted, and eventually forgotten by history.

This demand was low, yet high; they had the land, and they wouldn’t overreach into others’ resources, but they lacked pillars—without a Nascent Transformation Patriarch to support them, on the Jinxiu Continent, a country without one was a joke, always subject to bullying.

The Golden Bloodline’s current situation won’t attract too much attention from the surrounding Cultivation powers, after all, they are not yet a serious threat, just a tribe entertaining themselves, but if they were to establish a nation, that would be a whole different story.

All the problems actually boil down to one point, they have not found the direction of their inheritance, and time no longer allows them to leisurely seek it out, so within the Grassland, several fusion directions have emerged.

There are those who completely lean towards Body Cultivation, those who hope to integrate with the Daoist Sect system, and also those who want to be self-reliant without seeking help from others…

“Have you never considered following the path of the Shan Sect?” After listening to the Shi brothers’ introduction, Hou Niao was somewhat speechless.

Shi Le glanced at him, “Wouldn’t that just turn us into a branch of the Shan Sect?

Then what would be the significance of our Golden Bloodline’s perseverance over thousands of years?”

Hou Niao did not agree, “You can’t avoid learning due to imitation, but you also can’t reject something just because of history…

First imitate, then find something that belongs to you, I think that’s a more promising approach.”

Speaking of which, your Golden Bloodline’s inheritance has been passed down for thousands of years, how long will it take to fully integrate something new?

A few hundred years would be quick, a thousand years wouldn’t be surprising, do you have that kind of time?

“Why not first introduce a more mature system that has stood the test of history, then worry about the rest afterward?”

Shi Bu sighed, “We each have our own ideas here, and it’s difficult to find a direction that can convince everyone, a direction that everyone agrees on; Brothers may be brothers, but on this matter, there’s no talking about brotherly love, it’s tough.”

Hou Niao pondered, “Who offers the system for integration with the Daoist Sect?”

Shi Le did not hide anything, “It couldn’t possibly be a small Daoist Sect, their system is incomplete, so we can only contact those Great Dao Sects, now Qi Sect and Zhou Sect are very interested, but we are more worried, their system is not the problem, the problem is their ambition, once we board their ship, we’re afraid we won’t be able to get off, will there still be a Golden Bloodline in the future?

It’s possible we’ll just become the Daoist Sect’s pawns, cannon fodder…”

“What about Body Cultivation?”

“There are quite a few Body Cultivation powers in the Northern Territory, it’s hard for them to swallow the Grassland, but if we adopt their system, we’d probably no longer be swordsmen, we’d directly become Body Cultivators.”

For matters like this, even thinking for a thousand years wouldn’t clarify them, and the three of them drinking old wine wouldn’t find a clearer answer either, it involved too much, and the two didn’t expect him to give any kind of answer.

It was a form of venting, a stir-up, but what mattered most at that moment were very practical things, like comparing swordsmanship.

As Shi Le’s brothers hurried over, a large number of swordsmen from the Grassland slowly gathered on the grasslands outside Kangba Zuo Banner; person by person, word of mouth, each with their friends and acquaintances, when they heard that an impressive Sword Cultivator had come to Kangba Zuo Banner, everyone wanted to try their hand.

It started on the ground but later moved to the skies; from being cautious and not daring to display their full abilities, to the swordsmen of the Grassland eventually using every trick in the book, going all out, even resorting to the most disdainful tactic of ganging up, because the disparity was simply too great, so great that in front of this Brother Hou, they were somewhat ashamed to even wield their swords.

Especially under the Body Sword Skill, dozens of well-known Grassland swordsmen were defeated utterly.

The only way they could rationalize such a disparity was through extraordinary talent, otherwise, it was inexplicable.

But Hou Niao gave them a rude awakening, “It’s not talent!

In the future within the Shan Sect, you may encounter more and more Sword Cultivators like me!”