Every sword cultivator has a life-bound sword.
A sword spirit is born within the life-bound sword and forms a pact with its master.
In my previous life, I nurtured my sword spirit with my soul blood, helping him take human form and become the foremost of all sword spirits.
But just as I was about to ascend after slaying the most powerful demon beast in the Three Realms, he drove thousands of swords through my heart with his sword intent.
My junior sister nestled in his arms, her eyes full of smug delight.
Only then did I realize that after taking human form, he had been captivated by my junior sister's beauty and fallen deeply in love with her.
When I opened my eyes again, my junior sister had switched my life-bound sword for her own rusty iron blade.
I stroked the tip of the sword and sneered inwardly.
My junior sister doesn't know that I am the Master of Ten Thousand Swords.
Without my soul blood to nourish it, that Chiyun Sword is nothing but a piece of scrap iron.
