If only I were really a man...
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The light from the pile of firewood inside the Daoist Temple was dim.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords inside the Sword Box. Feeling that fresh flow of Qi coursing throughout his body, he muttered to himself, "The sword needs maintenance."
The Qingping Sword had become second nature to him, but he still had much to improve in his control of the Missing Departure.
The myriad laws of the world are ever-changing but not beyond grasp. What countless cultivators have sought since ancient times is the ultimate longevity that wards off death.
Only a cultivator who has achieved minor longevity truly deserves the title of "Immortal," marking the initial stage of Achieving Dao. For a Sword Cultivator, it is often said that the sword nourishes the person, and the person nourishes the sword. Though not as exaggerated as becoming one with the sword, one must at least cultivate a Sword Spirit to reach the end of a cultivator's path.
