If only I really were a man...
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The light from the pile of firewood in the Daoist Temple was dim. Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box. He felt a new flow of Qi coursing through his entire body and muttered to himself. Swords need to be nourished.
The Qingping Sword had already become second nature to him, but his control over the Missing Departure still left much to be desired.
All the countless methods under heaven never strayed from their roots. What numerous cultivators sought after was still that great longevity that could defy death. A cultivator who achieved minor longevity truly deserved the title of 'Immortal,' having taken the first step in 'Achieving Dao.' For Sword Cultivators, while there was no such exaggeration as becoming one with the sword, one had to at least nourish a Sword Spirit to reach the end of the cultivator's path. A Sword Spirit of their own.
