This Cat Demon Wants to Become a Sword Immortal

Sixteen-year-old cat demon Xue Guanyeming, with a white ponytail hanging to his waist and a pair of unmistakable cat ears, stepped into the human cultivators' immortal sect, Taixuan Sect.

All he wanted was to become a proper sword immortal.

But the Immortal Venerable saw through his demonic nature at a glance and said coldly, like a blade of ice: “A demon cultivating the sword to become an immortal? Dream on.”

Abandoned in the wilderness, he suffered endless scorn. He had no earth-shattering talent, nor the favor of any mighty senior. His only advantage was a curse that seemed like a blessing but was, in truth, a lonely burden: he could neither live nor die, neither age nor perish.

That meant he had all the time in the world to fulfill an impossible dream.

Sword energy tore his body apart, only for him to recover overnight. A cultivation deviation shattered his meridians, and he woke to train anew. While others practiced a sword technique once, he practiced it ten thousand times. The forbidden deathtraps others feared became training grounds he could “experience” again and again. Betting his eternal life, he turned every death into a stepping stone on his path to the pinnacle of the sword.

As his fellow disciples rose to greatness amid everyone's amazement, and his enemies grew stronger through their schemes, he alone silently honed a battered peachwood sword he would never abandon, through endless cycles of rebirth and annihilation.

Then one day, when the Three Realms were in turmoil and all laws collapsed, and everyone was searching for the faintest chance to survive, the cat demon they had once mocked slowly rose at the edge of destruction.

He stood with his sword raised, an eternity of loneliness behind him.

“I died ten thousand times before I learned what a sword truly is. Who says... a demon can't become an immortal?”