If only I were really a man...
...
The glow of the firewood within the Daoist Temple was dim and somber.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords within the Sword Box, feeling the new streak of Qi flowing through his every meridian, and murmured to himself, "The sword needs nourishing."
The Qingping Sword was already second nature to him, but when it came to the Missing Departure, his control was still somewhat lacking.
Among the myriad arts of the world, what countless cultivators seek is grand immortality—to never die. Only a cultivator who has achieved minor immortality truly deserves the title "Immortal," having initially attained Achieving Dao. For Sword Cultivators, the sword nourishes the person, and the person nourishes the sword. Although there isn't such an exaggeration as a complete unity of person and sword, if one desires to reach the culmination of cultivation, at the very least, they must nurture a Sword Spirit—their own Sword Spirit.
