Dao Luan: so I Am a Sword Cultivator, Not a Sword Cultivator?

[Fate update, if you want to fall into the trap, please think carefully, the whole article will be revised] [No cp family flow, OOC + writing warning] Ling Han, a hybrid of immortals and demons, has been seeking destiny in the immortal sect since he was a child. Ling Han, who was loved and raised to be particularly upright, was stabbed in the back one day by the old immortal Ye Yin and the bastard master, and almost became the wedding dress of the furnace master. In a critical situation where his natal sword was broken, his heart was severely damaged, and the opponent was approaching step by step, he fell into a world where unknown magnetic fields descended from the sky and swords danced wildly. Ling Han, who was thrown into a deep mountain forest and had several layers of debuffs on his body, had to relearn language and cognitive knowledge:... (The author received a slap in the face [Ferocious (｀⌒´メ)]) Started the ups and downs of the journey of being a judge (Sahua∠※) * The first impression of the judge who was born in Linghan and codenamed "Wen Yuan" was that of a melancholic little pitiful person who didn't like to talk or get along with others, and he was extremely arrogant. Ling Han: I don't like you. (Cold and depressed) Sword Man: Kuku, the sword-armored warrior, keeps up with you on the battlefield to make sure there are no injuries. Aluki, you still say you don't love him! ! Ling Han: They are just subordinates and tools (gloomy and gloomy) Sword Man: ... Aluki, why don't you find a place to retaliate? Ling Han: ...(Dead fish eyes) After all intimacy becomes a habit unconsciously, Ling Han: (unable to understand and doubting himself) No, I didn't plan to become a swordsman, right? My "true love" is clearly pillow flow! ! The soul that is bound to survive by hatred and regret is finally reborn in love. The sword protects history and also protects the lord, which is worthy of happiness.