If only I were really a man...
...
The pile of firewood within the Daoist Temple emitted a dim, somber glow.
Lightly caressing the two swords within the Sword Box, Su Bei felt a novel surge of energy coursing through his body and murmured to himself, "A sword needs nourishing."
The Qingping Sword had become second nature to him, but he still had much to learn in mastering the Missing Departure.
All the myriad laws of the world stem from the same source: since ancient times, what countless cultivators sought was eternal life.
Only those cultivators who had achieved a lesser form of immortality truly deserved the title of "Immortal," having taken the initial steps in "Achieving Dao." For Sword Cultivators, the sword nurtures the person, and the person nurtures the sword. It's not about merging into one, as some exaggerated claims suggest. However, if one wishes to reach the ultimate end of cultivation, one must at least foster a Sword Spirit.
A Sword Spirit of their own.
