Don't Fall in Love with a Sword Cultivator

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As the most doted-on junior sister of the Yuyang Medicine Sect, Jiang Cangyan thought the greatest humiliation she'd ever suffered was that the spirit herbs she painstakingly grew weren't as healthy as the ones growing wild in a mortal village.

That was, until the sect sent her off with great reluctance to Bai Yujing for a five-year exchange program with the Immortal Alliance, where she became neighbors with the Sword Pavilion's little ancestor.

On her first night there, the ceiling of her bedroom collapsed, and a giant sword fell from the sky and smashed every possession she'd carefully chosen to bring from her sect.

Three months after moving in, her nearly ripe spirit-fruit tree had its crown chopped off. From then on, not a single spirit herb survived more than half a month amid the raging sword energy.

Half a year after she arrived, a blood-soaked man covered in wounds collapsed at her alchemy room's door. She was forced to become a certain sword cultivator's personal physician, and her healing skills improved by leaps and bounds every day.

Yet this was also the man who ventured alone into the depths of a secret realm to gather a ten-thousand-year-old Jade Qionghua as compensation for trampling her spirit herbs.

He risked his life to accompany her through poisonous pools and across the northern river, all to help her find that one chance to break through.

And when she refined a heaven-grade divine pill that the world could not abide, he was the one who stood by her furnace with his sword drawn, cutting down every tribulation bolt aimed at her.

What could she do?

All she could do was carve a few words outside her herb garden:

"Sword cultivators and red-feathered cranes are not allowed inside. Li Xingxuan is the exception."

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Once, Li Xingxuan's life consisted of nothing but practicing swordsmanship, practicing swordsmanship, and practicing swordsmanship. Then, like his master, he would spend his whole life guarding the desolate Floating Pool Abyss.

Until he crashed into the courtyard of a young female healer.

She didn't look like much of a fighter, yet she repeatedly took first place in trials and won the respect of the proud geniuses from every sect.

She looked delicate, yet simply picking up her spirit needles was enough to intimidate the irritable cultivators who wanted to make a scene over their treatment.

The pills she made came in every flavor imaginable. Her bandages were careful and painless. When she got angry, he tossed and turned as his sword energy ran wild, wanting nothing more than to fly around the Medicine Sect on his sword at full speed for two hundred laps.

So he could only become stronger, then stronger still, and stronger yet again.

Strong enough to protect both the cultivation world and stay by her side.

Couple: A clever, capable, popular junior sister of the Medicine Sect x a young sword master with a loyal-dog personality and only one skill point in combat

*Reader note:

A lighthearted story about young people getting into all sorts of scrapes as they cultivate and fight monsters. The plot and romance are roughly split fifty-fifty.

Theme: Stand on your own, stay true to your original aspirations