If it helps, in the mean time, you can think about how freaking peeved a cultivator from a standard xianxia would be if they encountered a Norse cultivator.
Imagine this, you're out on your daily walk through the Forest of Icicles, on the lookout for the Two-Hundred Millennium Frost-Petal Flower, which will allow you to finally complete your Frozen-Flame Mega-Core, when some freak stumbles out of a tree, looks around, and promptly charges you with a normal freaking axe.
You immediately eviscerate the weirdo with Brush of Light: Last Stroke of the Sun God before carrying on with your day.
Not even a week later, the same guy appears out of a bush and proceeds to attack you again. You didn't even leave ashes, how is he alive?!
But no matter, Last Stroke of the Sun God kills him again.
...and then he appears again, this time in your garden, after seducing one of your three hundred wives.
This time, you eat his soul. There's literally nothing left to 'bring back'.
About five months later, he's back.
And he's brought friends.
So now you've got about forty of these freaks ransacking your house, devouring all your crops like some kind of spirit locust, seducing your wives, and not only have they somehow managed to slaughter all your spirit animals, but they also ran off with the fine china!
And then you find out that none of them are any older than forty. Forty. Not forty centuries or forty millennia, forty years flat out.
After researching some more, you find out that the pinnacle of their cultivation is a form of immortality which is given as a reward for dying.
What the actual fuck.
These cultivators aren't just courting death, they're dueling tongues with it in the middle of the street!
