A Dao Companion Only Slows My Sword

[A trope-defying story, written on a whim, with no outline]

In the cultivation world, there are three thousand Great Paths. Each has its own unique way of existing, yet all roads lead to the same destination: only by cultivating one's true self can one truly cultivate.

Ye Qingyan opened and closed her eyes, and found herself in the cultivation world, transmigrated into a mighty sword cultivator: the kind who spends years in seclusion, stays out of worldly affairs, has cheat-level combat prowess, and travels the world with nothing but a sword.

Add in her cool, aloof temperament, and she was the perfect flower on the lofty peaks of the righteous cultivation world. In other words, she had all the makings of the master in a danmei cultivation novel with a younger love interest.

Ye Qingyan: Hold it! Is my sword not beautiful enough, or not sharp enough? Why have you got it into your head to pursue a sword cultivator?!

There's a saying in the cultivation world: nine out of ten sword cultivators are single, and the last one is destined to die alone.

Sword cultivators: Why would I need a cultivation partner? One would only slow down the speed at which I draw my sword! What?! My cultivation partner is my sword? Well, in that case, no problem. Let's snuggle up to each other!

Question: What's it like to transmigrate and take up one of the most dangerous jobs in a cultivation novel: becoming the master?

Theme: Seek your true heart, and you'll find your way to the end