If only I really were a man...
...
The pile of firewood within the Daoist Temple emitted a dull glow.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords within the Sword Box. Feeling an entirely new energy coursing through his body, he muttered to himself, "The sword must be nourished."
The Qingping Sword was already at his command, but in terms of control, he was still lacking somewhat with the Missing Departure.
Throughout the world, myriad methods and changes never stray from their roots. Since ancient times, countless cultivators have sought the great immortality that thwarts death. Only those cultivators who have achieved small immortality truly deserve the name 'Immortal,' having initially 'Achieved Dao.' And for a Sword Cultivator, the sword nourishes the person, and the person nourishes the sword. Although it is not as exaggerated as achieving unity between person and sword, if one wants to reach the end of the cultivator's path, one must at the very least cultivate a Sword Spirit.
