Canglan Continent.
Sword Sect.
Sword Tomb.
"Today is the Myriad Sword Sect's Sword-Choosing Grand Ceremony."
"Only by choosing a sword that truly suits oneself is one qualified to be called a swordsman."
"The fact that you are able to choose in the first batch means you are all the proud talents of our Myriad Sword Sect. You must choose a sword that suits you."
The biting cold wind howled like swords and blades.
The bone-chilling cold penetrated straight to the marrow.
Yet the young men and women outside the Sword Tomb were all flushed with excitement, their little faces glowing.
For, as the sect elder had said,
today was a momentous day.
To become a swordsman, one must possess a sword of one's own.
And right before them lay the Sword Tomb! The Sword Tomb.
Countless swords resided within.
Varying in quality, they stood now, quietly slanted in the earth, emanating a chilling aura.
Yet right at the entrance of the Sword Tomb,
an iron sword, mottled entirely with rust, leaned crookedly in the ground.
[Ding—]
[Absorbing sword intent for 365 days: Host's sword body 60% self-healed.]
[Reward for Host: Sword technique 'Sword Body Becomes Cold'.]
Jiang Chengan was idling away, observing the Myriad Sword Sect disciples outside the Sword Tomb, when he gave his blade a slight shake, turned on his side, and prepared to resume sleeping.
He had originally been a man from Blue Star.
Through some bizarre twist of fate, he had transmigrated into this female-protagonist novel titled *Rising Winds in Canglan*.
And then...
he became a sword.
That's right, while everyone else transmigrated into various powerful beings,
he became a sword.
And an iron sword on the verge of snapping, at that.
After a bout of numbness, Jiang Chengan decisively chose to let himself go and rot.
Then the system arrived.
The system seemed somewhat reluctant to give up.
It began absorbing the sword intent within the Sword Tomb daily to mend his fracture-prone sword body, while rewarding him with various sword techniques.
Yet?
Sword techniques were meant for people to use.
What good was giving a sword a sword technique?
Jiang Chengan was utterly speechless, lying flat with absolute thoroughness.
...
"Find a sword."
"It doesn't necessarily need to be of very high quality, but it must be compatible with you."
"For instance, if you practice water-attribute sword cultivation, you must find a water-attribute sword. You cannot choose a wood-attribute or even a fire-attribute sword simply for the sake of higher quality."
"After all, a sword is with us for a lifetime."
"Much like a partner, it must be a proper match."
"Even if the quality is a bit lacking, there will be plenty of time in the future to nurture it."
The Sword Sect elder said solemnly, "Did you all commit this to memory?"
"We remember,"
the youths chorored hastily.
"Then enter the Sword Tomb. Remember, you only have the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."
The Sword Sect elder spoke once more.
Yet among the youths filing into the Sword Tomb,
a young girl in a white robe, possessing an ethereal and refined appearance, suddenly opened her eyes.
"Have I been reborn?"
The girl murmured to herself.
"Senior Sister Mingyue, let's hurry inside. If we're a step slow, the good swords will all be picked by others."
Someone beside the white-robed girl said.
Yet upon hearing this voice, the white-robed girl's brows turned frosty.
"Junior Sister Nishang, long time no see."
Her name was Luo Mingyue.
In her past life, her cultivation had reached the Nascent Soul stage.
Yet she was framed by her junior sister Bai Nishang, who was only at the Golden Core early stage, and ultimately forced to shatter her own Nascent Soul to prove her innocence.
And the root of it all was today.
Inside the Sword Tomb, she had chosen a sword of exceptionally high quality.
Consequently, her cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds.
Breaking through repeatedly in a very short span until she reached the Nascent Soul stage.
While her close friend and good junior sister,
Bai Nishang,
remained merely at the Golden Core early stage.
Luo Mingyue shared everything with her without reservation, even mentioning that her current achievements were entirely due to the superb quality of the sword she had chosen.
Little did she expect this to arouse Bai Nishang's jealousy.
Which ultimately led to a scheme framing her and forcing her to shatter her Nascent Soul.
And her sword,
naturally fell into Bai Nishang's hands.
"Ah."
Bai Nishang looked visibly stunned. "Senior Sister Mingyue, we've been together all along."
"Indeed, we are good sisters, after all."
Luo Mingyue let out a laugh and said,
"Shall we go find our swords then?"
"Mm."
"Senior Sister Mingyue, I'll go ahead first."
Bai Nishang scampered happily into the Sword Tomb.
Yet shortly thereafter, just as Bai Nishang was glancing around, preparing to enter the Sword Tomb herself, she saw Bai Nishang already holding a sword and running back out with happy little steps.
"Senior Sister Mingyue, I've chosen mine."
"Why are you still standing here? Go on in."
Luo Mingyue was taken aback.
Subconsciously, her gaze drifted toward the sword in Bai Nishang's hand.
Instantly.
Her pupils contracted sharply.
For that sword had belonged to her in her past life.
How could it have possibly been chosen by Bai Nishang today?
"You!"
Luo Mingyue was consumed with fury.
She strode forward, intending to snatch the sword back.
Only for Bai Nishang to take a step back and dodge away with a smile.
"Senior Sister Mingyue, this time, it truly belongs to me."
Luo Mingyue felt as though she had been struck by lightning. "You!"
At that moment, how could she still fail to understand?
Bai Nishang had also been reborn! "Senior Sister Mingyue, aren't you gifted with the Inborn Sword Body?"
"How about you let this one be your junior sister's this time?"
"You can become powerful using any sword whatsoever,"
Bai Nishang said in a pitiful manner resembling a white lotus blossom, instantly drawing the attention of many surrounding disciples.
"Senior Sister Mingyue, aren't you being a bit too domineering?"
A male disciple frowned and said,
"That sword was clearly chosen by Junior Sister Nishang. Why must you snatch it?"
"Aren't you good sisters?"
"Senior Sister Mingyue, you really went too far this time. Aren't there enough swords in the Sword Tomb for you to choose from? Must you snatch the little junior sister's?"
"Senior Sister Mingyue, I know you might feel this sword suits you, but since I chose it after all, please don't fight me for it, okay?"
Bai Nishang's eyes turned red as she looked around at the crowd and said,
"Senior brothers, thank you all for helping me."
"But Senior Sister Mingyue possesses the Inborn Sword Body and sword intent that connects with the spirit; perhaps she genuinely felt my sword was suited for her."
Then she looked back at Luo Mingyue. "Senior Sister Mingyue, if you still want it, I'll give it to you."
What a top-tier acting master.
In her past life, the Oscars surely would have had to award Bai Nishang a little golden statuette.
Jiang Chengan stood on the sidelines, eating melon with great relish and having the time of his life.
He knew both of these individuals.
They were simply the female protagonist and supporting character from the female-oriented novel *Rising Winds in Canglan*.
However,
Bai Nishang was the protagonist.
While Luo Mingyue was merely the supporting character.
The scene before his eyes was held up as a golden rule by many readers in the realm of female-oriented fiction.
They believed that since one had been reborn, one ought to act this way.
Seizing opportunities that did not belong to one in the past life.
In terms of green-tea caliber, Luo Mingyue, who had spent her past life burying her head in arduous cultivation, was naturally no match for Bai Nishang.
At this moment, she had already been hoisted onto the fire by Bai Nishang's few words,
her expression turning unsightly to the extreme.
"Senior Sister Mingyue, since you have the Inborn Sword Body, any sword will certainly do."
"I suggest you stop fighting over it with Junior Sister Bai."
"Just take this one, right here."
Nearby, a simp of Bai Nishang chuckled,
and casually plucked Jiang Chengan from the ground, tossing him straight into Luo Mingyue's arms.
...