My Boyfriend Is a Sword Cultivator - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I had never seen a forum this absurd in my life!

I might be a little older, but even I knew this was the trendy new game young people were into these days. It was called roleplay.

I was cackling like an idiot as I scrolled.

Then, out of nowhere, a new post popped up on the trending board.

[Lost my sword while passing Wanren Peak. Offering a reward of ten thousand spirit stones for its return.]

The comments section erupted.

[Holy shit! You’re that ninth-grade sword cultivator who was undergoing tribulation at Wanren Peak the day before yesterday!]

[Holy shit! The commotion that day was terrifying. Our sect’s main hall almost got shaken down!]

[Holy shit! A ninth-grade sword cultivator! Do not mess with!]

[Holy shit, a ninth-grade sword has crazy-high spiritual intelligence! It wouldn’t get lost that easily. Is it possible someone stole it?]

The moment that comment appeared, the entire comments section changed direction.

[Wasn’t me. I was doing Beast Taming.]

[Wasn’t me. I was doing Talisman Drawing.]

[Wasn’t me. I was sword-riding.]

[Wasn’t me either. I was doing Alchemy… Holy shit, it’s because I stopped to reply to this post! My pill furnace exploded! My pills, nooooo!]

…

I nearly laughed myself into a cramp looking at the picture of the exploded furnace.

I’d already enjoyed the spectacle. It wouldn’t be too much to join in, right?

So I replied:

[Your sword fell into my place. Come get it.]

The next second, the space around me suddenly gave a strange, violent tremor.

Immediately after, someone knocked on the door.

When I opened it, I saw a beautiful man in ancient robes standing outside, his long hair reaching his waist.

Beautiful Man: “Hello. I’m here to retrieve my sword.”

Me: “???”

Chapter 3

Under the moonlight, the man’s plain white robe was spotless, its hem fluttering like drifting clouds.

His features were gentle and handsome, his tall figure brimming with an ethereal, immortal air.

He handed me a card.

“This bank card contains ten thousand spirit stones. The spirit stones have already been converted to currency. Fellow Daoist, please return my sword.”

I looked down at the bank card.

If this thing that said “China Immortal Alliance Bank” counted as a bank card, then…

Honestly.

It was really hard not to suspect I’d been set up.

I, Xie Yuan, was born under the red flag and raised in the spring breeze. More than twenty years of scientific education had forged my worldview into an ironclad fortress.

This sudden fantasy plot twist had genuinely broken my brain.

Was this a joke?

Had scam techniques upgraded again?

You want to act? Fine, I can act too!

I crossed my arms and gave him a sideways look.

“Just because you say it’s yours makes it yours? How are you going to prove it?”

The man merely raised a hand.

In the next instant, several jade tablets appeared out of thin air, hovering in front of him.

???

Out of thin air!

Hovering!

And glowing!

The man’s slender fingers flicked through the jade tablets. From among tablets engraved with [Ninth-Grade Sword Cultivator Qualification Certificate], [Fifth-Grade Alchemist Qualification Certificate], [Sect Chief Disciple ID], and so on, he selected one labeled [Sword Flight License] and handed it to me.

I watched, wide-eyed, as two lines of small text slowly appeared on the jade tablet.

Sword Master: Sang Yin

Sword Name: Su Cheng

Spirit Sword Serial Number: RH377583

It was even stamped with a large red [Immortal Alliance Flying Sword Management Group Official Business Seal].

“My sword has its name and serial number engraved on it. Fellow Daoist, you can compare them and confirm.”

I said nothing.

If anyone asks, it’s because my brain had already short-circuited.

Mommy!

I’d met a cultivator straight out of a novel!

This was actually real!

Alive!

Moving!