Summary
I am a penniless sword cultivator hopelessly devoted to a divine sword. After years of hard work, I finally earn the right to stand before it. Unfortunately, the sword spirit is a spoiled, temperamental creature. He takes one look at this honest face of mine and decides he hates it. “That wooden expression makes me furious. Stay away from me!” I am devastated. In my grief, I have no choice but to throw a sack over him and replace purchasing with kidnapping. If he will not accept my love willingly, then he can have a taste of my forceful love instead.