Lu Ten and the others looked at each other.
“Nineteen, we don’t talk about right and wrong behind people’s backs, especially when it comes to love.”
“Yes, there’s really no ambiguous relationship between Third Sister and Eldest Deng.”
“That’s right, that’s right. Eldest Deng went to the Northern Region to find his own path. Don’t mention the Heartbreak Wine.”
…
The few of them spoke one after another. Before they finished the plate of peanuts, they told a slightly melodramatic love story.
Eldest Deng was the number one direct disciple of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.
His cultivation level was at the Core Formation realm, and he had the inheritance of the Golden Lineage. Be it his cultivation level or talent, he was undoubtedly the number one person among the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s younger generation.
Many years ago, Boss Deng was rumored to be the young sect master of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.
As for Li Three, she was an elite of the Water Lineage. Back then, she was a sword expert in the mortal world. After entering the sect, she only spent three years to sweep through the outer and inner sect.
Later, Li Three was defeated by Eldest Deng.
Li Three, who was almost invincible among her peers, did not expect that she would not last more than ten moves against Eldest Deng.
In her disappointment, Li Three developed special feelings for Eldest Deng.
She immediately proposed to become a Dao companion to Eldest Deng.
Many people approved of the union between the golden and water lineages.
But Eldest Deng was unwilling.
He said that he only cared about cultivation and the sect.
In order to strengthen his Dao heart, Eldest Deng left the spiritual land and headed for the bitterly cold Northern Region.
Before leaving, Eldest Deng brewed a batch of spiritual wine for Li Three. It was this Heartbreak Wine.
“I’ll be back as soon as the wine’s finished,” Eldest Deng said.
If Li Three still remembered him at that time, they would become Dao companions.
Li Three cultivated in the spiritual land and drank every day.
But she couldn’t hold her liquor. She got drunk in three bowls.
As for the others, although they had drunk this Heartbreak Wine a few times, this wine consumed too much sword qi. With one bowl, half of the sword qi that they had cultivated for years condensed. Who would dare to drink it?
Not everyone was like Han Muye, who did not take sword qi seriously and felt that the less sword qi condensed, the better.
Eldest Deng had left a lot of wine behind. In any case, Li Three had been drinking for 10 years and had not finished it.
“Heartbreak Wine…” Han Muye muttered softly.
Eldest Deng’s wine was extraordinary.
If he could drink it often and condense the sword qi in his body to the limit, his combat strength would definitely increase countless times.
He just didn’t know how much Heartbreak Wine Li Three still had and if she would share it with him.
After finishing the peanuts and the gossip, Han Muye helped clean up the dishes and returned to his house.
At this moment, the sky was already dark. He planned to cultivate in the spiritual land for the night and go to the medical hall tomorrow to observe Patriarch Tao Ran refine pills.
When he returned to the big house, he already knew how to use the Spirit Gathering Array to increase the absorption of spiritual energy.
Sitting cross-legged on the wooden couch, the spiritual energy around him surged like water waves. He activated the Spirit Gathering Array and began to cultivate.
All of a sudden, the triple array formation was activated.
Han Muye felt that his aptitude was still insufficient. In addition, the spiritual energy cultivation technique was very ordinary, which was why the speed of absorbing spiritual energy was not fast.
He had to test his cultivation aptitude tomorrow and choose a cultivation technique to cultivate.
Now that his spiritual energy cultivation was at the first level of Qi Condensation, he hoped to find a suitable Qi Condensation cultivation technique to cultivate.
There was no need to worry about sword techniques. He was probably number one in the entire Nine Mystic Sword Sect when it came to the number of sword techniques he had mastered.
However, in Han Muye’s opinion, the true combat power among them was the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords, the Prairie Fire Sword Technique, the reversed Lower-String Sword Technique, and the two sword techniques to control the Sword Pill.
The other sword techniques were only supplementary to ordinary cultivation and could be integrated into the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords.
His body-tempering cultivation technique was currently stuck at the peak of the ninth level of Essence Cultivating Realm. He needed to make a choice regarding the subsequent deduction of the Iron Bull Strength before he could continue cultivating.
As for the Mystic Sun Technique, it was a huge source of sword qi and spiritual energy.
However, in Han Muye’s opinion, only when the Mystic Sun Technique was cultivated to the greater mastery stage and his body gathered essence, energy, and sword intent into one could such a method be truly powerful.
Even an ancient powerhouse was only so-so, right?
The image of the Sword Venerable in the sword pill flashed through his mind.
This is a true powerhouse in the world.
This is how sword cultivators should be.
…
At dawn, Li Three came to look for Han Muye, but he was nowhere to be seen.
“This Han Nineteen really doesn’t take the spiritual land seriously.” Lu Ten shook his head and whispered.
“He can appraise swords and refine pills, so he naturally doesn’t lack spirit stones,” Qi Shisan said enviously.
It must be very satisfying to casually drop 100,000 spirit stones to cultivate.
“Sword-grade? Alchemy?” Li San looked at Qi Thirteen and Lu Ten.
“Tell me. What did you talk about after I left last night?”
What did we talk about?
Lu Ten and Qi Thirteen froze.
We talked, what?
…
After leaving the spiritual land, Han Muye did not return to the Sword Pavilion.
He went straight to the Demonstration Building.
Come to think of it, it had been a while since he had come to the Demonstration Building.
The main reason was that the speed at which he earned spiritual rocks and merit points was too slow.
After experiencing the feeling of spiritual rocks rolling in like water, Han Muye was no longer interested in ordinary money.
He walked into the Demonstration Building. Perhaps it was early, but there weren’t many people yet.
This was how inner sect cultivation was. As long as one’s aptitude and talent were sufficient, there would be elders and deacons who would value them and take them in as disciples. They would teach them carefully and they did not have to worry about anything.
Just like Qiao Qing’er and the others, they had their senior brothers protecting them from the outer sect.
If one’s aptitude and talent were not good, one had to cultivate and figure things out oneself.
But then again, if one’s aptitude and talent were not good, one probably could not cultivate to the inner sect, right?
A green-robed deacon gave a brief introduction and led Han Muye to a quiet room.
The green-robed deacon pointed at the green jade ball in front of him and said, “This is a place to test your aptitude. As long as you inject spiritual energy, you can test your aptitude.”
Most cultivation techniques in the cultivation world were matched according to one’s cultivation aptitude. Many cultivation techniques did not have enough aptitude, and one could not cultivate when one’s meridians could not withstand it.
There were also many cultivation techniques that were too profound. If the speed and quantity of spiritual energy in the meridians were insufficient, one would also be unable to circulate.
This was the world of cultivation. There were many things that one could not be forced.
Unless one had a chance to change one’s fate.
The green-robed deacon walked out of the chamber. Han Muye raised his hand and placed his palm on the green jade ball.
Spiritual energy circulated and was directly injected into his body.
“Hum—”
There was a soft sound, and the stone ball glowed with a gray spiritual light.
This was the symbol of a ninth-grade aptitude.
Gray, white, red, orange, yellow, green, green, blue, purple—nine colors represented nine aptitudes.
First-grade aptitude, Purple Qi from the East.
The spiritual energy in Han Muye’s palm continued to flow out. The originally gray halo turned grayish-white, and then slowly condensed into jade-white.
This was an eighth-grade aptitude.
It seemed that the medicinal pill given to him by the sect master had indeed changed his aptitude greatly.
After a moment, the jade-white spiritual light turned pale red and then stopped at the scarlet color.
Retracting his palm, Han Muye chuckled in satisfaction.
A seventh-grade aptitude was almost a sixth-grade orange-red.
With a seventh-grade aptitude, the circulation of spiritual energy was much better than at the ninth-grade.
There were many cultivation techniques corresponding to the seventh-grade aptitude in the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.
After all, a sixth-grade aptitude was already considered a high grade in the sect. A fourth-grade aptitude was extremely rare.
How could there be so many geniuses in the world?
Looking at the green-white jade ball in front of him, Han Muye reached out his palm again.
Just now, the deacon said that not only could this stone ball measure spiritual energy, but it could also measure sword qi.
Han Muye was very curious about the quality of the messy sword qi in his body.
As his palm pressed down, the scattered sword qi in his Qi Sea landed on the stone ball.
The white halo on the stone ball flashed and disappeared.
Eighth-grade sword qi.
It seemed that he had practiced with Heartbreak Wine last night. His scattered sword qi was at the eighth-grade.
The sword qi in Han Muye’s dantian surged and stretched slightly.
“Hum—”
The stone ball instantly turned orange-red, then a bright yellow.
The sword qi in his dantian had already reached the sixth-grade.
The refined sword qi was soft, obedient, and could even be recycled. It was the foundation of the original sword cultivation technique.
If the sword qi in his dantian was at the sixth-grade, what about the soul sword qi?
With a hint of curiosity, Han Muye pointed his finger, and a soul sword qi landed on the stone ball.
The halo on the stone ball dissipated slightly, then emitted a dazzling green light.
Fourth-grade!
The soul sword qi was at the fourth-grade!
The higher the quality of the sword qi, the stronger its combat strength.
A trace of seriousness appeared in Han Muye’s eyes. The sword qi in his divine treasures, Qi Sea, and dantian condensed into one.
Mystic Sun Technique.
With a flash of sword light, a trace of sword qi that combined the three techniques rushed out of his fingertips.
“Slash—”
On the stone ball, the spiritual light instantly turned purple!
First-grade sword qi!
It was just as he thought!
The sword qi condensed by the Mystic Sun Technique was a first-grade sword qi—an auspicious sign!
This was the best sword qi in the world.
Retracting his hand, Han Muye turned to leave.
“Click.”
The moment he walked out of the chamber, a crisp sound came from the stone ball behind him.
It had cracked.
During the aptitude test, Han Muye had gained a deeper understanding of his cultivation.
Putting aside the quality of the sword qi, a seventh-grade cultivation aptitude would also give him more choices.
He could cultivate more than half of the techniques in the cultivation technique books on the rows of bookshelves.
Jade Condensation Technique.
Building Clouds Technique.
Essential Energy Technique.
…
The cultivation techniques and introductions seemed to be very good.
These cultivation techniques required 10 to 20 merit points each.
When Han Muye first came to the Demonstration Building, he only had 100 spiritual rocks borrowed from Old Huang Six.
At that time, there were only the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords and Iron Bull Strength to choose from.
Now, a few thousand spiritual rocks were nothing to him.
He wanted to find more cultivation techniques and then deduce and fuse them himself. However, he felt that it was unnecessary.
It was just a cultivation technique corresponding to a seventh-grade aptitude.
Although his aptitude was only at the seventh-grade now, it did not mean that he would still be at the seventh-grade in the future!
“Senior Brother!”
When Han Muye reached for a book, a surprised cry came from behind.
Turning around, Han Muye saw a young man in a white robe standing behind him, his face full of surprise.
“Senior Brother, do you remember me?
Blue Wave Sword Technique, second level.”
The young man looked at Han Muye and whispered.
Han Muye nodded.
Back then, he earned his first bucket of gold from him, so he naturally remembered.
“How’s your cultivation of the Blue Wave Sword Technique?” Han Muye asked softly as he retracted his hand.
Hearing Han Muye’s question, Yang Shao looked excited.
“It’s all thanks to Senior Brother’s guidance. I’ve already cultivated the second level of the Blue Wave Sword Technique.
My master accepted me as his disciple.”
Yang Shao clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and said in a low voice, “Senior Brother, I want to cultivate the third level of the Blue Wave.”