My Sword Has a Mind of Its Own

I’m the Chen family’s acknowledged failure, with a muddled spiritual root and no progress in three years. Then I grasp the rusty iron sword and hear it say, “You little good-for-nothing, I’ll take you out to kill.” From then on, my mixed spiritual root becomes a Chaos Sword Body, and the sword spirit and I fight our way from the family training grounds through the entire Eastern Profound Region. Others cultivate the Dao. I cultivate my sword, and the hearts of men as well.