If only I were really a man...
...
The pile of firewood within the Daoist Temple glowed dimly.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box. Feeling a new flow of energy coursing through his body, he muttered to himself, "The sword needs nurturing."
To him, the Qingping Sword was already second nature, but his control over the Missing Departure still left much to be desired.
All paths, though myriad, converge on the same principle. What countless monks have sought since ancient times is still that everlasting longevity.
Only those cultivators who have achieved minor longevity truly deserve the title "Immortal," having initially achieved Dao. For Sword Cultivators, while it's not as exaggerated as merging with the sword, if one desires to reach the pinnacle of cultivation, one must at least nurture a Sword Spirit.
A Sword Spirit of their own.
