Others raise swords, but I raise an ancestor.
During the day, he was a piece of rusty scrap metal, but at night, he turned into a man in red and whispered in my ear: "Master, your blood... Smells so good."
The whole sect laughed at my stupidity, and Master punished me to face the wall and think about my mistakes. But when the demons pressed the territory and my senior brother abandoned me - the rusty sword shook slightly, and he emerged from the fire and burned the sky with one sword.
"Whoever hurts you, I will kill him all over the house."
From then on, everyone in the world of immortal cultivation knew that the good-for-nothing Tianjian Sect was followed by a paranoid and protective sword spirit.
He always flirts with me late at night, his fingertips are hot and his voice is hoarse: "Don't drive me away... I've been waiting for you for tens of thousands of years."
