Shen Guo was born an ordinary person, and the road to cultivating immortality was long and arduous. Not only was he dull-witted, but he also carried a battered old bronze sword, and his spirit-stone pouch was completely empty.
Fellow disciples: If you won't spend money, what are you doing trying to cultivate immortality?
Shen Guo flicked his sleeve, letting a breeze flow from it. "I just love swords."
P.S. He just loves money.
Shen Guo collected spirit stones by fighting monsters, running errands, and taking any job that earned them, no matter how hard or exhausting. He worked diligently and never complained. At last, his money pouch was bulging, and he could go down the mountain and settle down!
Then his money pouch and broken sword both fell off a cliff.
Without hesitation, Shen Guo jumped after them. His fellow disciples pulled him back, but all they managed to retrieve was a sword tassel.
His fellow disciples called him a man with nothing but swords in his eyes, willing to risk his life for one!
Shen Guo was on the verge of tears, but from then on, his reputation as a sword fanatic spread far and wide. Everyone in the sword world admired his love of swords, which was as strong as his love of life, and pitied his tragic circumstances.
The next day, Qi Che, the sword world's prodigy, a true sword fanatic and second-generation immortal, arrived, dressed in black and soaring through the air on his sword. The jade ornaments at his waist rang crisply, the Zhanhuang Sword at his feet moved with effortless precision, and the merfolk pearl on his crown was worth a fortune.
Qi Che looked down at him from midair, his voice cold and hard. "I hear you're a sword fanatic. Show me what you've got."
Shen Guo: "Uh, actually, I'm not..."
Qi Che tossed down a gleaming sword that was clearly no ordinary weapon. "Win or lose, the sword is yours."
Shen Guo had a sudden flash of inspiration. "Actually, I'm not only a sword fanatic. I also know a thing or two about elixirs."
Qi Che tossed down a bottle of elixirs in a Tianshan ice-jade vial. "Is that enough?"
Shen Guo: "Enough. How are we competing? Where? Can we go to your peak?"
What is the meaning of the sword?
The sword is my body, the sword's heart is my heart.
My body can soar through the clouds.
My will can shatter the heavens!
Sword fanatic x sword fanatic
Fanatic as in madly devoted, fanatic as in foolish; genius x good-for-nothing
Written with difficulty by someone in the late stages of chuunibyou. A work written with abandon.
In other words: "utter nonsense"
Theme: The sword's heart is my heart. One sword carries me through the clouds.
