Ever since he was little, A dreamed that when he turned eighteen, he would transmigrate into a xianxia novel.
Xianxia sounded great! A was determined to become the greatest sword cultivator of all!
To prepare, he painstakingly memorized the most powerful sword manual in the novel.
On his eighteenth birthday, he really did transmigrate.
In a way, it wasn’t too far from his dream.
A sword cultivator... with the first word missing.
A sword.
That’s right, he had transmigrated into a sword.
A broken, battered, rusty sword that was falling apart.
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B was a young chosen one, betrayed in a single day, stripped of his Supreme Bone, with every meridian in his body severed. He fell off a cliff in despair, with no spirit treasures, no secret manuals, and no wise old man to guide him.
All he had was a sword.
A broken, battered, rusty sword that was falling apart.
He limped along, leaning on the rotten sword. Suddenly, the sword bent and sent him flying two meters. “Ow! Who’s propping me up? My arms and legs don’t even straighten anymore!”
The sword hopped over and smacked him on the butt. When it saw blood trickling from his mouth, it clamped its teeth around its own tassel and yelled in shock, “Oh no, oh no! I killed someone!”
Can a sword go to jail?
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To get B to repair him, A promised to teach him the most powerful sword techniques from ages past to the present.
“This move is called Dragon Soaring Through the Nine Heavens. First, you shoot straight up, then crash down with a boom. The rest? I forgot.”
“This move is called Phoenixes Flying Together. Make a chicken claw with your hand, then strike... It didn’t work? No way, did I get it wrong again?”
“Forget it. Maybe you shouldn’t repair me. Being rusty is pretty good too. One thrust and someone gets tetanus.”
The sword sighed dramatically beside him, sulked for two seconds, then excitedly started giving orders. “Chop up that wild banana so I can taste it and see if it’s ripe.”
“Yue! It’s not ripe! Don’t eat it!”
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But B still repaired him.
Wielding the sword, he unleashed the greatest sword techniques of all time and slew every enemy under heaven. Everyone lucky enough to witness his moves swore that one was called Dragon Soaring Through the Heavens, and the other Phoenixes Flying Together.
People couldn’t help remarking that some sword cultivators seemed cold and aloof on the surface, but actually liked making weird noises and shouting the names of their moves while fighting, and gave their sword techniques rather tacky names. It was pretty cute.
The greatest sword cultivator had no time for gossip, though. Lately, he had been troubled by one thing: he could no longer fly on his sword.
The sword wouldn’t let him.
And it had a very convincing reason: a sword that’s been stepped on can’t go to bed.
The sword always had so many strange arguments. B sighed and could only hold it in his arms.
They would walk thousands of miles like that.
“Even across a thousand miles, even across ten thousand, with a sword in your arms, you can go anywhere under heaven.”
Core message: Looking out for the illiterate is everyone’s responsibility. Study hard, grow through love and challenges, and cross boundaries with courage and acceptance to achieve personal growth and transformation.
