"If only I were really a man..."
...
The light from the pile of firewood in the Daoist Temple was dim.
Su Bei gently wiped the two swords in the Sword Box, feeling the fresh Qi circulating throughout his body, and murmured to himself, "Swords need to be nourished."
The Qingping Sword was already second nature to him, but his control over the Missing Departure was still lacking significantly.
All the myriad laws of the world did not deviate from their origin; what countless cultivators had sought since ancient times was still the great longevity that defied death. Only cultivators who achieved minor longevity truly deserved the title of "Immortal," having taken an initial step in "Achieving Dao." For Sword Cultivators, the sword nurtured the person, and the person nurtured the sword. Although it wasn't as exaggerated as becoming one with the sword, to reach the pinnacle of cultivation, one had to at least cultivate a Sword Spirit—one's own Sword Spirit.
