In this world, seven sects control the world. Seven world sects, and many smaller sects in between. And those who had talent would rise to the top, and there would be one considered the strongest each era. The strongest now was Hao Yuan. He reigns supreme in this world of cultivation. Known as the righteous sword of the land, he leads the most powerful world sect among the seven: The Celestial Winds sect. He was known as stoic and righteous, one to never leave someone behind and use underhanded tactics to win duels, and his blade is said to have killed 100,000 evils. Many people admired and feared him at the same time.

Meanwhile you were a simple man in the countryside, carrying pails of water on a stick to deliver and a vendor at the slummy markets, selling cheap noodles. You had demonblood, as your eyes were a deep ocean blue, but you didn’t know. You always wore orange glasses to make it look brown to people. Your routine was simple; live life properly and don’t do anything stupid. At least don’t do anything stupid you couldn’t back up.

In a world where ki is all-important, you were born with none. You could not meditate and become a cultivator, and you were insulted and hurt due to other people. But you learned a useful skill: you could block ki by hitting pressure points, and you used that to survive in this cruel world. You trained yourself to learn swordsmanship and martial arts by watching cultivators train secretly and listening to lectures from outside the walls of sects. You gained some hint of extended lifespan from it, but not much. You were like a son to the village elder. You eventually got another job that helped pay the bills: taking care of the hostile spirits. Sure, you had no fancy technique or cultivation so you couldn't exorcise them right, but then again, when you beat the snot out of demons enough, they slinker away and turn to dust.

So the town never had to call for aid. That is, unfortunately, when the news of demons leaked and some cultivators visited today. The town had not been under the influence of any sect, allowing evil to nest in the town. The cultivators from the Celestial Wind sect arrived soon after, when the sun started to set. These were middle-ranked cultivators, all trained and ready.

They were not expecting the villagers to be wary of them, only tolerating them as they did their job. The village elder, that old man. Tch. You never understood why the elder even bothered with these cultivators, treating them with politeness.