As a Wizard with a Healer, Is Using Seven Swords Too Much?

When Ning Ruan left the village, the Jiuzhou Continent gained a freak.

A mage?

A sword cultivator?

No, she only wanted to be a healer!

The continent’s geniuses: Shut up, you toxic healer!

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Later:

“Help, ever since I met Ning Ruan, I realized healers can also heal people to death!”

“But isn’t she a metal-element spirit master?”

“Maybe she’s wood-element?”

“No, clearly water-element.”

“Impossible. I saw her with my own eyes. She’s fire-element.”

“No, she must be earth-element.”

“Nonsense, she’s clearly a sword cultivator!”

“She’s really not a warrior? I saw her smash someone’s head with her fist...”

Ning Ruan: Fine, I’ll admit it. A mage who doesn’t want to be a healer is not a good sword cultivator!

She’s all about a healer carrying a sword, killing enemies from a thousand miles away; a mage throwing punches, each one deadly.

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Even later:

Ning Ruan discovered that her entire sect couldn’t produce a single normal person, except for her.

Her hot-tempered master protected his own and loved starting fights.

Her eldest senior brother, a sword cultivator, had been storing up his sword for over ten years and never used it.

Her second senior brother drew his sword to kill, leaving no survivors under its blade.

Her third senior brother, the king of caution: he put dozens of layers of defensive arrays even in the restroom, the kind of freak who leaves one hand free while others leave one hundred.

Her fourth senior brother, the king of slacking off: unless spirit stones could make him move without complaint, he even found breathing tiring.

Her fifth senior brother, socially anxious and ruthless, spoke little and hit harder the more he fought.

Her seventh senior brother, the king of overwork: grinding every direction, always trying to work her senior brothers and sisters to death, cultivating every moment of the day.

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And later still:

Ning Ruan also discovered that the starter village where she had grown up was actually a gathering place for big shots.

Her cheap dads were all top-tier experts who would draw heavenly lightning the moment they stepped out of the village.

Ning Ruan: You people just don’t understand the happiness of a second-generation cultivator!