"If only I were really a man..."
...
The light from the pile of firewood within the Daoist Temple was dim.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, feeling a completely new flow of qi coursing through his body, and murmured to himself, "The sword needs nurturing."
The Qingping Sword had already become second nature to him, but his control over Missing Departure was still lacking significantly.
All myriad techniques under heaven, despite their transformations, stemmed from the same origin. Countless cultivators throughout the ages had sought the same thing: the grand immortality that defied death.
Only cultivators who achieved lesser immortality truly deserved the title of "Immortal," having initially "Achieved Dao." For a Sword Cultivator, the sword nurtured the person, and the person nurtured the sword. While it wasn't as exaggerated as becoming one with the sword, if one hoped to reach the cultivator's zenith, they had to at least foster a Sword Spirit.
