When a Sword Cultivator Transmigrates into Demon Slayer

My name is Yuan Xiang, and I am recognized throughout the cultivation world as the most talented sword cultivator. Eighteen years ago, an enemy ambushed me, and I was reborn in the eastern seas thousands of years later. I am now called Higurashi Yuanxiang. My family runs a shrine, and there's a magical well there. On my eighteenth birthday, I transmigrated through the well and met a strange creature with a gaping maw. It shouted, "Rare blood!" as it lunged at me to bite me. Centuries of cultivation wouldn't go to waste just because I'd spent a dozen years lying low. I picked up a sword lying by my feet and took only a few moves to kill the monster. When I woke up again, I was at an organization called the Demon Slayer Corps. The Corps leader wanted me to stay. He said I had killed one of the Twelve Kizuki and was strong enough to become a Hashira. He also told me he would grant any request I made. So I asked, "Can you find me a good sword?" The Corps leader said, "Certainly. But our blacksmiths are more skilled at forging Nichirin swords. Would you like to try one?" I thought, well, they were more or less the same, and there was no harm in changing weapons, so I agreed. The man who forged my sword was named Haganezuka Hotaru. When he brought it to me, I thanked him first, then stepped onto the blade of the Nichirin sword right in front of him. Many years later, the swordsmen of the Demon Slayer Corps still remembered that breathtaking day: Their chief Hashira stood flying on a Nichirin sword, while Mr. Haganezuka chased her for three whole mountains, waving a kitchen knife. ***The blurb is written in first person; the story itself is in third person. Pairing: Haganezuka Hotaru. I searched all of JJ and couldn't find anything to read, so I had to write my own! The heroine flies on her sword and is determined to kick every last death flag to the curb! Theme: Wherever you are, strive to realize your own value in life.