If only I were really a man...
...
The light from the pile of firewood inside the Daoist Temple was dim.
Gently wiping the two swords inside the Sword Box, Su Bei felt a new flow of energy coursing through his body and murmured to himself, "The sword needs nurturing."
The Qingping Sword had become second nature to him, but his control over the Missing Departure still left much to be desired.
The myriad laws of the world all stemmed from the same origin. What countless cultivators had sought since ancient times was the Great Longevity that eludes death.
Only cultivators who achieved Minor Longevity truly deserved the title of "Immortal," having reached the initial stage of Achieving Dao. For a Sword Cultivator, while it wasn't as dramatic as achieving complete unity with one's sword, reaching the apex of cultivation required, at the very least, nurturing a Sword Spirit.
A Sword Spirit of one's own.
