The Demon Sword Martial Cultivator

The empire's civil war raged for thirty whole years. Bones littered the land, famine victims stretched for miles, and the crematorium's black smoke never cleared. More terrifying than war were the yaogui. They were born amid the civil war, but no one knew where they came from. The Church claimed they were the Heavenly Father's punishment for humanity's greed. No one knew what they looked like; there were only rumors in the military camps and among the refugees. But those who saw them with their own eyes understood one thing: The rumors were nowhere near as horrifying as the truth. And so the Demon Sword Martialist Order was founded. It was called an order of martialists, but its members neither prayed nor chanted sutras nor preached. They were war orphans, lords' militia, and mercenaries with nowhere else to turn. They did only one thing: find the yaogui, then kill them with enchanted swords. Lorne did that for fifteen years. Until he thrust his sword forward... The wound healed in the blink of an eye. A second strike, a third, a tenth. Yet there wasn't a single drop of blood on the snow.