I Am a Divine Artifact, What Do You Want?

[The main story is not told in first person] [Mostly because I haven't named the protagonist yet] As everyone knows, to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools. For sword cultivators, their life-bound sword is their one and only wife. And I am the official divine weapon personally crafted by the Heavenly Dao, tailor-made for its chosen one. My status is about on par with the Imperial Seal passed down by human emperors. Hold me, and you hold hope. One swing dealing -99,999,999 damage is no dream! But the problem is, the Heavenly Dao's heart is like a restless cat in spring: it can change in an instant. If you don't top up in time to keep your life going, the title of "Chosen One" will expire, too. I looked at my former partner: the youngest Sword Sovereign in history, peerlessly gifted, with a brilliant record and the adoration of countless people. And he was really handsome, could cook, and smelled especially good. I looked at my current partner: a down-and-out young man whose whole family had been wiped out. He was incredibly scheming and very vindictive. The sweeter his smile, the harder he hit. But he was really handsome, too, and even more charming when he spoke. I lay flat in silence, munching on melon seeds as I watched my ex-husband and current husband fight. After all, I'm just a sword. I can't understand human language! >>>>> Please add this to your favorites if you like it~ Theme: Stand on your own two feet and provide for yourself.