If only I were really a man...
...
The light from the pile of firewood inside the Daoist Temple was dim and heavy.
Gently wiping the two swords within the Sword Box, Su Bei felt a brand new stream of Qi coursing through his meridians and murmured to himself, "The sword must be nurtured."
To him, the Qingping Sword had become an extension of his hand, but when it came to the Missing Departure, his control was still lacking.
The myriad techniques in the world do not stray from their roots; since ancient times, countless cultivators have sought the grand immortality—the great longevity.
Only cultivators who achieve minor longevity truly deserve the title 'Immortal,' having initially 'Achieved Dao.' For a Sword Cultivator, however, the sword nurtures the person, and the person nurtures the sword. While not as dramatic as the legendary merging with one's sword, reaching the pinnacle of cultivation requires, at the very least, nurturing one's own Sword Spirit.
