"If only I were really a man..."
...
The light from the woodpile in the Daoist Temple was dim.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box. Feeling a completely new energy coursing through his veins, he murmured to himself, "The sword needs nourishment."
For him, the Qingping Sword had become an extension of his hand, but his control over Missing Departure was still far from perfect.
All methods in the world may change, but their essence remains the same; what countless cultivators had sought since ancient times was that immortal life—the grand longevity. Only cultivators who had achieved the minor longevity were truly worthy of the title 'Immortal,' having taken the first step in 'Achieving Dao.' For Sword Cultivators, the sword nurtures the person, and the person nurtures the sword. While not as exaggerated as merging a person with a sword, aspiring to reach the cultivator's journey's endpoint required, at the very least, cultivating one's own Sword Spirit.
