Su Yuan's thoughts stirred. "A Natal Flying Sword?"
For a Sword Cultivator to reach the summit of immortality, he would inevitably need a sword to accompany him for his entire life.
That sword was his Natal Flying Sword.
The swords suited to serve as a Sword Cultivator's Natal Sword generally fell into three categories.
The first was a Sword Embryo forged by the Sword Cultivator himself from various heavenly treasures and earthly riches.
The second was a spirit sword that had spent every day at the Sword Cultivator's side, nurtured until it gained a spirit of its own.
The third was a top-tier flying sword, like the Crimson Origin Sword or the Xuan Ji Demonic Sword, whose level far surpassed Su Yuan's own.
The benefits to a Sword Cultivator of choosing either of the first two as his Natal Flying Sword went without saying. It was much like raising a daughter: the sword wielder and his Natal Sword confided in one another, helping each other grow and grow stronger.
There were practically no downsides.
Of course, while raising a sword, one had to watch out for certain Little Blondies. Otherwise, if one's Natal Sword got tricked away, there'd be nowhere to cry about it.
As for the last option—taking a spirit sword of a far higher level than the Sword Cultivator as one's Natal Sword—the benefits and drawbacks were both glaringly obvious.
The benefit was that, while the Sword Cultivator was still weak, a powerful Natal Sword could support him, nourishing him through sheer generosity.
This top-down shower of power was just like living off a rich woman. Unlike raising a daughter, there was no need to spend a thing; one could just lie back and wait to be fed.
Naturally, one grew far faster than a Sword Cultivator who