Invincible at Sword Forging in the Mortal World, Waiting for the Immortal Sects to Come Calling

Ling Jueyuan, the son of a butcher, was seven when he watched a white-robed sword immortal cut down three evil cultivators with a single strike. From that day on, he knew immortals were real. But his path to immortality was unlike anyone else's. Other people cultivated immortality through techniques, pills, or luck. He did it by merging with swords. A famous sword entered his body and was reflected in his bones. The sword's hardness became his flesh, its sharpness became his attack, and its chill became his Dao. With every sword he merged with, his body grew tougher and the sword grew sharper. Others had one sword. He had a whole back full of them. Once he'd merged with all the famous swords in the mortal world, he set his sights on the swords of the immortal sects. The thousands of swords in the Sword Grave were all his. Merge with swords, nurture swords, crush everything that dared defy him. The more swords he merged with, the stronger he became. Eleven immortal sects competed to recruit him specially. He accepted all their resources but never crossed their thresholds. He was waiting for someone. Waiting for the greatest sword sect under heaven to come down the mountain and invite him.