Transmigrate: Fate of the Twin Swords

After transmigrating and being reborn, he had nothing to complain about. In a world where everyone was his enemy, he had nothing but the sword in his hand, and nothing to miss. He had thought he was doomed to die, yet he had been given a new life. Wasn’t that a good thing? He could spend his days being dutiful to his noble mother, provoking his dull father, teasing his foolish friends, bullying his unruly brothers, or heading up to the snowy mountains to practice his swordsmanship with his worthy rival. He was universally acknowledged as the Sword God, as cold as snow and proud as the clouds. On the snowy mountains, he savored the loneliness of having no equal in the world and climbed toward the supreme heights of the sword path. He had no companion but his sword. That was his life. He never expected to meet another sword, one that would give him a rival and a friend, and put an end to his loneliness. But why, my beloved rival, did you have to make me realize that a sword could be more than heartless? Warning: This is absolutely not fanfiction about Master Ximen, so don’t wander in by mistake. Consider this your warning! This story will become a VIP title on Friday, March 21. Reposting is prohibited. If you reposted it before, please delete and remove it now. Thank you for your support! Click the author’s name below the title to see all of Wucuo’s works, or click this New Story Premise: