There was food in the Sword Pavilion.
It had no shortage of wine either.
Since Jiang Ming was willing to go to the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, Han Muye naturally wouldn’t refuse.
He was already thinking of recruiting Jiang Ming. Otherwise, why would he give him a cauldron and pills?
Jiang Ming had long made up his mind to join him.
Otherwise, he would not have rejected the Mu family’s recruitment.
The two of them were in cahoots. No, they hit it off immediately.
Both Patriarch Tao Ran and Elder Su Liang welcomed Jiang Ming into the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.
Elder Su Liang even tried her best to invite Jiang Ming to the medical hall.
Patriarch Tao Ran personally sent a letter to Jiang Ming.
With this letter, Jiang Ming could receive the salary of a deacon immediately.
However, his first task was not to refine pills, but to drive the boat.
He would drive the boat with Han Muye.
When he returned to the Nine Mystic Mountain, Patriarch Tao Ran was not around. If he and Han Muye did not drive the boat, Elder Su Liang and the female cultivator, Jin Yuan, would have to do it.
Han Muye was also very interested in how to control the flying boat.
He was also in the Qi Condensation Realm now. Although the flying boat was not fast, it could still support him.
Jiang Ming’s cultivation level was higher than his and he had already reached the Foundation Establishment realm. However, his cultivation level was ordinary. His alchemy was alright, but in terms of combat strength, it was better than nothing.
The two of them controlled the flying boat and were in no hurry. They slopped around in the direction of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.
They had only been here for a day or two, but it took them nearly 10 days to return.
Han Muye and Jiang Ming sat cross-legged at the bow of the boat, discussing alchemy. They chatted enthusiastically and even went the wrong way several times.
Later on, Elder Su Liang, who could not stand it anymore, joined the discussion.
When they were 10,000 miles away from the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, there were already four people sitting on the bow of the ship and raising their Pill Fire from time to time.
Among the four of them, Han Muye rarely made a move. Most of them only moved their mouths.
Jiang Ming was the most impatient. As long as it was an idea, he would immediately test it.
For this reason, the flying boat landed somewhere halfway and they found a market to buy some spiritual herbs.
Although Elder Su Liang’s alchemy cultivation was not higher than Jiang Ming’s and her talent was not as good as his, she had been immersed in alchemy for more than a hundred years and had a solid foundation.
The only one who was at a loss was Fairy Jin Yuan.
She couldn’t understand what Han Muye was saying.
She couldn’t understand Jiang Ming.
She could not even appraise the pills she refined.
The flying boat landed in front of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect. The four of them, Han Muye and Jiang Ming, went to the Sword Pavilion. Elder Su Liang led Jin Yuan back to the Water Residence.
“Master, is my alchemy cultivation really that bad?”
Seeing Han Muye and the others walk away, Jin Yuan spoke in a low voice.
“Girl, there are always some people in this world that you can never catch up to.
The cultivation world is too big. You’ll get used to it in the future.”
Elder Su Liang shook her head, sighed softly, and walked straight forward.
Would she never catch up?
Fairy Jin Yuan turned around. Han Muye and Jiang Ming were no longer in the distance.
…
Standing on the path, Han Muye pointed ahead and said with a smile, “That’s the Sword Pavilion, but it’s not like what they say—death if you get close.”
On the third floor of the Sword Pavilion, golden light lingered.
Such a scene was indeed only seen in large cultivation sects.
“Actually, life and death are not a big deal. I just feel that if there’s sword qi everywhere in the Sword Pavilion, can it be used to refine pills?” Jiang Ming smiled.
Han Muye shook his head.
He was a crazy guy who only cared about refining pills.
When the two of them arrived at the square outside the Sword Pavilion, they heard a shout. “Senior Brother Han is back—”
Gao Xiaoxuan, who was carrying the little white fox, stood on the stone steps and shouted happily.
Lu Gao and Lin Shen were behind him. They looked at Han Muye and greeted him with a smile.
By the time Han Muye walked up the stone steps, Huang Six was already pacing out.
“Not bad. After going out for a while, I feel much more energetic.” After sizing up Han Muye, Huang Six nodded and said.
His gaze passed Han Muye and landed on Jiang Ming.
“This is Sixth Brother, right? My name is Jiang Ming. I’m preparing to follow Senior Brother Han to the Sword Pavilion to freeload.” Jiang Ming looked up at Huang Six on the stone steps and smiled.
Han Muye had already introduced the people from the Sword Pavilion on the flying boat.
Sixth Brother, this person is capable, Jiang Ming thought.
Although Jiang Ming was already over a hundred years old, his cultivation was not bad. At this moment, he looked even younger than Huang Six.
There was nothing strange about him calling him Sixth Brother.
“Another freeloader?” Gao Xiaoxuan, who was standing at the side, looked at Jiang Ming and curled her lips.
Another?
Han Muye looked at Huang Six.
“What do you mean, you don’t make a living?”
“The Sword Pavilion is flourishing.” Huang Six reached out and slapped Gao Xiaoxuan’s head, making the little white fox grimace.
“Here’s what happened. That old man surnamed Yang came to visit the elders a few days ago and brought a guy over.
He said he wants to be a sword caretaker.”
Huang Six turned to look at the Sword Pavilion and said in a low voice, “Your brain isn’t very bright. You can wipe the swords in the Sword Pavilion.”
“He’s probably a jinx.”
At this point, he looked up and saw Jiang Ming.
“Well, Brother Jiang, right? Han brought you back and told you about it, right?”
“There are many people in the Sword Pavilion who came in vertically and went out horizontally.”
Jiang Ming nodded and said, “I know. Sword Qi is harmful to the body.”
“It’s a small matter. I just want to feel the sword qi enter my body.”
Huang Six turned to look at Han Muye.
Han Muye understood what he meant.
Is this guy also a screw loose? Huang Six wondered.
Han Muye shook his head and said, “Jiang Ming is an expert in alchemy. He came to the Sword Pavilion to study alchemy.”
Come to the Sword Pavilion to study alchemy?
And he said there’s nothing wrong with his head?
Huang Six grinned and looked at Jiang Ming. “Alright, Brother Jiang, let’s eat at the same table in the future.”
Han Muye took out a handful of candy for Gao Xiaoxuan. Jiang Ming was already greeting Instructor Lin and Lu Gao.
Instructor Lin, who was obsessed with swords, was loyal to Lu Gao.
Jiang Ming had long wanted to befriend these two people.
Lin Shen’s control over his strength was much smoother. There was no longer any abnormality in his movements.
Lu Gao, whose eyes were covered by a black veil, had a strong figure, but he was forthright. He reached out and patted Jiang Ming’s shoulder, asking him what he wanted to eat today.
Han Muye walked into the Sword Pavilion and looked at the wooden shelves.
Over there, a white-robed young man in his thirties was slowly wiping a sword with a piece of linen.
The strong sword qi in the Sword Pavilion wreaked havoc, making his face pale.
He had seen this man before.
He had seen him in the sword that was sent to the Bright Mountain Sword Sect.
The grandson of Yang Dingshan.
“Senior Brother Han?” The young man did not look up. He only spoke as he wiped the sword.
“There are many stories about Senior Brother Han in the Sword Pavilion.”
Han Muye looked at him, pondered for a moment, and said lightly, “Are you courting death?”
Courting death!
The young man trembled and slowly turned his head to look at Han Muye. “Gao Xiaoxuan and the others said that you were the smartest person in the Sword Pavilion. Now I believe them.”
After returning the sword to its sheath, the young man reached out and grabbed a sword. With all his strength, he pulled it out.
Because he had used too much strength, a trace of blood appeared on his pale face.
“I’m not suicidal. I just don’t think there’s much point in living.
Also, I feel guilty. Being here, I consider it atonement.”
The young man moved the sackcloth gently along the edge of the sword and spoke in a low voice, as if he was talking to himself.
Atonement.
Han Muye knew that he blamed himself for his father’s death.
He felt guilty.
Moreover, his aptitude was limited, so he could not cultivate and could not inherit the Bright Mountain Sword Sect.
Han Muye shook his head and went straight upstairs.
No amount of talking could change anything.
From the sword, he had seen how determined this young man was when he cultivated the sword.
This was not a man who changed his mind easily.
Besides, it was difficult to persuade someone who had given up.
Stepping onto the second floor, Han Muye bowed. “Han Muye greets the Elder.”
The voice of the Sword Pavilion Elder came from the third floor. “Come up.”
He walked up to the third floor and sat behind the long table.
“Patriarch Tao Ran stayed in Mushen City?”
As expected, the Sword Pavilion Elder knew about this.
Han Muye nodded and explained what had happened in Mushen City.
Competition with Minghua Valley.
Jiang Ming’s dramatic rise.
The Nine Mystic Sword Sect became famous for their alchemy and entered the Little Alchemy Pavilion.
Also, the Sect Master of the Bright Mountain Sword Sect killed the last half-step Heaven Realm expert of the Great Spiritual Sword Sect.
After Han Muye finished speaking, the Sword Pavilion Elder nodded and said, “Have you met Yang Mingxuan?”
The person wiping the swords on the first floor of the Sword Pavilion was the grandson of the Sect Master of the Bright Mountain Sword Sect.
“Elder, he still has a knot in his heart. How long can he last in the Sword Pavilion like this?” Han Muye frowned.
The Sword Pavilion was not a good place. Sword Qi was harmful to the body, and it was not an exception.
There was one exception. The kid was not human.
“Yang Dingshan said that if Yang Mingxuan dies in the Sword Pavilion, he won’t find trouble with me.” The Sword Pavilion elder shook his head and said calmly.
Hearing him say this, Han Muye sighed in his heart.
The Sword Pavilion Elder was cold on the outside but warm on the inside.
He seemed to not care about anyone, but he actually cared about the sect and the people of the Sword Pavilion.
He even valued the sect more than his own life.
“Yang Dingshan has his own plans. If he doesn’t die, the position of the Fourth Sword Sect of the Western Frontier will be secured.”
“Not only did he go to Fengshou Mountain, but a half-step Heaven Realm expert from the Moon Essence Sword Sect also went.”
Back then, the Moon Essence Sword Sect had been squeezed out of the position of the Nine Great Sects and the Four Great Sword Sects by the Nine Mystic Sword Sect. They had always been brooding over this and had never given up.
The Sword Pavilion Elder looked out of the window, his face expressionless.
“If Yang Dingshan dies on Fengshou Mountain, the Bright Mountain Sword Sect will definitely be destroyed. If Yang Mingxuan stays there, he will also die.”
Han Muye knew that after cultivating for a long time, blood would turn cold.
However, although Yang Dingshan was scheming, he should still be hot-blooded.
The battle outside Mushen City and the heroic feeling of traveling thousands of miles to Fengshou Mountain with a sword was not fake.
After greeting the Sword Pavilion Elder, Han Muye returned to the quiet room to rest. He only left when Lu shouted for him to eat.
The Sword Pavilion Elder sat at the head of the table. Gao Xiaoxuan sat beside him with the little white fox in his arms.
Han Muye and Huang Six sat on the side.
Lu Gao and Lin Shen were on one side.
The newly arrived Yang Mingxuan and Jiang Ming sat on the side.
This table was actually full.
“Don’t say that. Our Sword Pavilion is really lively now.” Huang Six grinned, then picked up his wine gourd and poured wine for everyone.
Gao Xiaoxuan and the little white fox looked at the wine gourd with bright eyes and licked their tongues.
Yang Mingxuan did not drink or speak. He just lowered his head and ate.
Jiang Ming could drink and talk, and he was carefree.
After a while, the atmosphere at the table was lively.
The Sword Pavilion elder did not speak much, but when asked, he would say a few words.
“Elder, it’s said that the Sword Pavilion’s inheritance doesn’t care about aptitude. As long as you cultivate diligently, you can guide the sword qi into your body and cultivate the Hundred Breath Heavenly Realm with a sword, right?”
Jiang Ming, who was in high spirits, let his hair down. He held his wine glass and stood up to look at the Sword Pavilion Elder.
Hearing his words, Yang Mingxuan, who was originally burying his head in his food, trembled. His hands that were holding the bowl of rice turned pale.
The elder of the Sword Pavilion held his wine glass and said indifferently, “The inheritance of the Sword Pavilion is indeed to draw sword qi, and there’s no limit to aptitude.”
“Why? Do you want to cultivate for 60 years in exchange for that Hundred Breath Heavenly Realm?”
Jiang Ming laughed and finished the wine in his cup. Then he shook his head and said, “I want to cultivate, but not for the Hundred Breath Heavenly Realm.”
“I just want to draw the sword qi into my body and refine pills.”
At this point, he reached out and patted Yang Mingxuan’s shoulder.
“Yang, you have to fix this inheritance too.”
“Otherwise, if Yang Dingshan dies on Fengshou Mountain, you won’t even have the ability to collect his corpse.”
With that, the table fell silent.
Yang Mingxuan slowly put down his bamboo chopsticks and swallowed the food in his mouth. He wiped his mouth gently, then stood up and bowed to the Sword Pavilion Elder.
“Elder, please teach me the Hundred Breath Heavenly Realm technique.
Otherwise, if Yang Dingshan dies, I won’t be able to collect his corpse.”