After My Soul Sword Took Human Form, It Kept Trying to Woo Me

#My Take on Cultivation#

The sword immortal Si Zhuo of the Xuanxin Sect soared into the heavens amid a radiant glow on the day the eighty-first and final bolt of tribulation lightning faded.

Of course, that's how the world thought the story ended.

In reality, Si Zhuo survived the tribulation, but not entirely unscathed.

A hundred years earlier, during the war between immortals and demons, her life-bound sword of nearly a thousand years had run away.

Sword cultivators share their souls and lives with their life-bound swords. After losing hers, Si Zhuo's cultivation plummeted.

To find that damned sword, she concealed her identity and infiltrated the sect of her enemies.

On the first day of her search, she rescued a beautiful, amnesiac pretty boy from a forbidden area.

The pretty boy wasn't much of a fighter, but he could entertain guests, cook, out-scheme the fake sweethearts and white lotuses, and sew padded jackets in winter or bring cooling soup in summer.

Si Zhuo thought, This pretty boy is wonderful!

And just like that, she had herself a cultivation partner.

Later, she still hadn't found her sword, but her identity was exposed.

Si Zhuo had been arrogant and headstrong when young, making enemies everywhere. When they learned her cultivation had regressed, enemies from all sides joined forces to come after her.

That day, Si Zhuo watched as her delicate pretty-boy partner transformed into a living sword, defeating one powerful cultivator after another with a single move and leveling more than a dozen mountains with a flick of his fingers.

Afterward, he even tried to pretend everything was fine, burrowing into her arms and crying, "A Zhuo, I'm so scared."

Si Zhuo: Heh. I have a curse word on the tip of my tongue. Should I say it?

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After getting her life-bound sword back, Si Zhuo wondered for the thousand-and-first time if she might have found the wrong sword.

Passing the Treasure Pavilion, she casually bought a piece of iron.

A certain sword stared gloomily at her. "Why are you buying black iron? Do you think I'm not hard enough?"

At the Thousand Sects Grand Tournament, she watched the match onstage for a few extra moments.

A certain sword said mournfully, "You keep staring at that yellow-robed sword cultivator's sword. Tell me, have you fallen for it and decided you don't want me anymore?"

Si Zhuo: ...

tips:

Only the male lead can take human form. The other swords have spirits but no bodies!

[Blurb written on 21.12.29, screenshot saved]

Theme: Love is two souls depending on each other