I Became the Demon Lord's Sword Spirit, but I Survive on My Looks

A clever, universally adored sword spirit receptor × a cold-faced, jealous paragon of the righteous path donor

Unintentional flirting is the most lethal kind.

Rong Zihe transmigrated and spent seven hundred years in this world. All that time, he remained dazed and unaware of what he had turned into. Then one day, he suddenly came to his senses and discovered that every righteous cultivator was pointing a magical treasure at him.

Cultivator A: "Demon! You cultivated with the Demon Lord in an evil way, defiled the righteous path, and plunged the Three Realms into chaos. Come and accept your death!"

Cultivator B: "Demon! You aided the fiends and slaughtered countless righteous cultivators, making the people weep and the land barren. Today, you will pay for your crimes in blood!"

Cultivator C: "Demon! Hand over every heavenly treasure you and the Demon Lord have seized! Then we might leave your corpse intact!"

Rong Zihe: "Um, sounds like I'm at least the second-in-command of some organization, or maybe a 'demon consort'..."

Then Cultivator D shouted, "Demonic sword! You battered scrap of metal, get in the furnace and be reforged at once! Return to the Sword Mound and never gather a spirit again!"

Rong Zihe: "Huh?!"

Rong Zihe: "Who are you calling a bastard?!"

He learned that he had transmigrated into the sword spirit of the Demon Lord's sword, which had just died.

Rong Zihe: Thanks for asking. I'm in the Fallen Demon Valley, and I've just been snapped into three pieces. Swords don't die, but sword spirits can feel pain. I also don't want to be chopped and bashed every day. My face is the only good thing I've got going for me. And as for the Demon Venerable's object fetish, well, I wouldn't dare say anything or ask anything... So, I'm out of here. You can cultivate your immortality, and I'll go farm my fields.

But then a powerful beam of righteous light split the sky and nearly blinded Rong Zihe. When he could see again, he found that someone had gripped his hilt (his lifeline). The lovesick man gazed at him greedily.

"Darling, I finally caught you."

Jing Bushu, the Unrestrained Worldly Venerable of Mount Sumeru Sect, was the foremost figure of the righteous path in the Thirty-Three Heavens. Devoted to the Dao and longing only to ascend, he spent his days seizing spiritual treasures, capturing rare beasts, and snatching secret manuals. Every time he opened or closed his eyes, he was focused on becoming the first to reach the Deity Transformation stage and ascend. His nickname was the 996 of the cultivation world, the king of cultivator overwork.

But one day, when he finally obtained the Demon Venerable's sword and thought he could refine it to strengthen his power, he discovered that the sword became useless as soon as its spirit appeared. The spirit's peerless beauty also caused trouble everywhere, attracting the covetous attention of countless righteous and evil cultivators.

Jing Bushu was furious. Looking at the sword before him, which could eat and sleep but couldn't fight, he regretted everything. He had no choice but to keep it well fed and comfortable, coax it with enchanted cultivation techniques, and keep it company while farming and raising pigs.

When the sect kindly advised him to forge a new sword, he sent them all back to the Body Refinement stage with his Great Sumeru Boundless Palm.

After all, this sword spirit was one he'd fought to obtain. He'd just have to make do with it. What else could he do, leave? Besides, the spirit was so good-looking.

Blurb dated October 3, 2021

P.S. The one doing the farming is actually the Venerable himself.

Theme: Care for cultivators' well-being and follow a sustainable path to immortality.