The Sword Gate Senior Brother's Dao Companion Turns Out to Be... [Book Transmigration]

Luo Qinghuan, senior disciple of the Jianxin Sect, has a secret.

As someone who transmigrated into a book, he doesn't want to suffer the original protagonist's fate of abducting the protagonist bottom and being ground to dust. Nor does he want to be devoured by the restless love-crazed Gu inside him and turned into an idiot who only knows how to do that sort of thing.

So the cold black iron sword that has been by his side since childhood becomes his tacitly agreed dual cultivation partner.

Luo Qinghuan: "Either way, dual cultivating with a person will ruin my reputation. What about a sword? A sword doesn't count as a person. By rounding things off, I'm still a virgin!"

The sword spirit, whom he tackled the moment it took human form: "?"

In human form, the sword spirit is a handsome young man dressed in black. He obediently lets Luo Qinghuan sit on his lap. The first time wasn't great, but things should get better after a few more tries. It's just that every time their spiritual energies mingle, suspicious wet marks appear on the hilt of the black iron sword.

"Strange, shouldn't the hilt be where the legs are...?" Luo Qinghuan murmured suspiciously as he wiped the blade, his fingertips unconsciously tracing its raised cloud patterns. Suddenly, the cold sword in his hand trembled. The sword spirit took human form and pinned him against the edge of the pool.

"Is this what Master is testing?" A large, long-fingered hand guided him to touch it. The hilt, which should have been cold, was scorching hot. "Have you figured out why the hilt is always covered in nectar after we cultivate?"

Luo Qinghuan's ears burned. He remembered sneaking a test of the hilt while the sword spirit slept. The patterns on the hilt had brushed his skin and made him shudder, but the sword spirit had suddenly awakened and caught him in the act.

At that moment, the sword spirit's body, cool as jade, pressed against his back. A low laugh escaped his throat, sending a tingling sensation down Luo Qinghuan's spine. "Since Master said he wanted to conduct an experiment, he should test it a hundred or a thousand times..."

Later, the Xuanyuan Sword was always seen hanging at Luo Qinghuan's waist, its tassel swaying with each step.

When disciples occasionally wondered why their senior brother always held his lower back while teaching, only the wet marks still clinging to the hilt's scaled patterns knew the answer.

[Bonus scene]

At the sword-testing tournament, Luo Qinghuan had just argued with his sword and was giving it the cold shoulder when the number-one beauty of the immortal sect cornered him in the peach grove. "Senior Brother Luo, your sword spirit is only an implement. Why not be with me..."

Why did everyone know he had an improper relationship with his own sword?! Luo Qinghuan hadn't even managed to say, "Brother, please calm down," when his ghostly sword spirit suddenly appeared behind him.

"Yesterday, Master said a human tongue was warmer than a sword hilt." The sword spirit wrapped his arms tightly around Luo Qinghuan. "So you weren't trying to provoke me. You were secretly tasting it where I couldn't see?"

Luo Qinghuan: ...

People always have to pay a "small" price for running their mouths...

Reading guide:

A possessive, show-off, jealous sword spirit powerhouse top x a beloved bottom with an unusual train of thought who takes things as they come

A silly, sweet romance, an indulgent little treat written to indulge the author's tastes, set against a cultivation backdrop

ISTP x ENFJ

Blurb dated 2025.4.6

Theme: Letting loose