If only I were truly a man...
...
The glow of the firewood within the Daoist Temple was dim.
As Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, he felt the brand-new Qi coursing through his meridians and murmured to himself, "The sword needs nurturing."
To him, the Qingping Sword had already become an extension of his will, but his control over the Missing Departure was still lacking.
All the countless methods in the world ultimately stemmed from the same origin. What innumerable cultivators throughout history sought was that great, undying eternal life. A cultivator who achieved minor immortality truly deserved the title "Immortal," having initially "Achieved Dao." For a Sword Cultivator, the sword nurtured the person, and the person nurtured the sword. Although it wasn't as exaggerated as becoming one with the sword, to reach the apex of cultivation, one had to at least nurture a Sword Spirit.
Their own Sword Spirit.
