If only I were really a man...
...
The glow from the pile of firewood in the Daoist Temple was dim and murky.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, feeling the novel current of Qi circulating through his body, and murmured to himself:
"Swords need to be nourished."
The Qingping Sword was already second nature to him, but when it came to the Missing Departure, he still had much to improve in terms of control.
The myriad laws of the world, in all their variations, do not stray from their fundamental origin. What countless cultivators have always sought is that great eternal life—immortality.
Only cultivators who have attained minor longevity truly deserve the title 'Immortal,' having initially Achieved Dao. For Sword Cultivators, it's said there's no such exaggeration as a complete fusion of sword and man. However, if one wishes to reach the peak of cultivation, they must, at the very least, nurture a Sword Spirit.
One that belonged to themselves.
