Han Muye looked up at Jiang Ming, who smiled.
This guy was really thorough.
After understanding Yang Mingxuan’s identity, he knew that he should not die in the Sword Pavilion.
Not only should he not die, but it would be best if he could obtain an opportunity in the Sword Pavilion and change his situation. Only then could the Nine Mystic Sword Sect and the Bright Mountain Sword Sect become closer.
Perhaps it was because he had experienced the same life and death situation that Jiang Ming could grasp Yang Mingxuan’s mentality.
With just one sentence, he made Yang Mingxuan beg the Sword Pavilion Elder to let him inherit the sword technique.
He could die, but he could not write off his worries.
Back then, Yang Dingshan did not help Yang Mingxuan seek the Sword Pavilion to teach him the sword technique. Yang Mingxuan blamed Yang Dingshan for his father’s death and had always harbored resentment in his heart.
However, this time, Yang Dingshan killed a half-step into the Heaven Realm with his sword. He held off the important matters of the sect and punished himself by guarding Fengshou Mountain. Yang Mingxuan understood now that his grandfather was not a heartless person.
But there was nothing he could do.
Before Han Muye replied, Yang Mingxuan cleaned the swords in the Sword Pavilion every day in order to die quickly.
After being reminded by Jiang Ming, he stood up and asked for the Sword Pavilion’s inheritance.
Only by cultivating the Sword Pavilion’s legacy sword technique could he help Yang Dingshan.
Even if it was to help collect Yang Dingshan’s corpse.
“My Sword Pavilion has three sword techniques.”
The Sword Pavilion Elder put down his wine glass and glanced at the people in front of him.
His gaze lingered on Han Muye and Huang Six for a moment before sweeping across Lin Shen and Lu Gao.
The four of them had cultivated the cultivation techniques of the Sword Pavilion.
“The Sword Nurturing Technique draws the sword qi into the body. After condensing it for 60 years and cultivating the sword bones, it can be formed into a sword with the strength of a hundred breaths of time.
“The Sword Condensing Art cultivates the sword qi of the soul. It can form a sword after 60 years. One sword can fight the Heaven Realm. After a hundred breaths, the sword qi will disappear and the soul will be crippled.
“Military Sword Technique, fuse the body with the sword and use the body as the sword. As long as the sword is there, the person will be there. If the sword dies, the person will die.”
Looking at Yang Mingxuan and Jiang Ming, the Sword Pavilion Elder said indifferently, “The three sword techniques have their own strengths and weaknesses. Which one you want to cultivate and whether you can cultivate it depends on luck.”
Lin Shen and Lu Gao turned to look at Han Muye.
The inheritance of the Sword Pavilion should not be passed down to many people.
Three at most.
However, there were only four people who had already cultivated the techniques of the Sword Pavilion.
All of this was thanks to Senior Brother Han.
Senior Brother Han valued friendship and did not care about inheritances or treasures.
The three inheritances were all top-notch in the Western Frontier.
Only a place like the Sword Pavilion would have such precious inheritances.
Jiang Ming turned his head and looked around. Then he smiled and said, “I only want sword qi. Then let’s cultivate the sword technique.”
Yang Mingxuan shook his head and whispered, “I don’t know what I can cultivate.”
He had always been trapped by his aptitude. Otherwise, he would have cultivated long ago.
The Bright Mountain Sword Sect was also a large sect.
The Sword Pavilion Elder stood up and said calmly, “Why are you cultivating the sword technique? Han Muye, make the arrangements. In the future, you can approach him about the Sword Pavilion’s matters.”
With that, he glanced at Han Muye, turned around, and slowly walked up to the second floor.
Everyone turned to look at Han Muye.
This was the first time the Sword Pavilion Elder spoke. He instructed Han Muye to take charge of the Sword Pavilion’s matters.
In other words, from today onwards, Han Muye could decide anything in the Sword Pavilion.
In the past, Han Muye would definitely be touched when he saw the Sword Pavilion Elder’s desolate back.
But now, he had long seen through these old fellows’ schemes.
The Sword Pavilion Elder just wanted to be the boss in name.
“Brother Yang, don’t be anxious. I know that you seem to be limited by your aptitude and can’t cultivate other cultivation techniques. You can cultivate whichever cultivation technique my Sword Pavilion can.
“Jiang Ming, help him take a look later and see if there’s a way to solve his aptitude problem.”
Han Muye looked at Yang Mingxuan and Jiang Ming.
Ordinary methods naturally could not solve Yang Mingxuan’s problem, but Han Muye had seen many pill formulas in the Little Alchemy Pavilion.
Perhaps there was a way to help Yang Mingxuan.
Yang Mingxuan nodded and bowed to Han Muye and Jiang Ming.
Jiang Ming laughed and said, “We’re brothers, why are you being so polite?”
With that, he raised his wine glass and said to everyone, “I, Jiang Ming, have been an itinerant cultivator for more than a hundred years. I always think that itinerant cultivators are carefree.
Now I know that after entering the Sword Pavilion, there’s wine, meat, and brothers. That’s true freedom.”
They all picked up their glasses.
Yang Mingxuan hesitated for a moment before raising his wine glass.
Gao Xiaoxuan, who was sitting at the head of the table with the little white fox, looked at Jiang Ming and muttered, “I didn’t expect him to be so old…”
Jiang Ming’s smile froze.
…
Lu Gao and Lin Shen still had to fuse and control their strength. They had to hurry up and cultivate.
Han Muye asked them to take turns guarding the entrance of the Sword Pavilion. Jiang Ming and Yang Mingxuan could not withstand the sword qi, so Han Muye arranged for them to accompany Lu Gao and Lin Shen at the door.
In the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye and Huang Six sat opposite each other with solemn expressions.
Gao Xiaoxuan looked at them curiously.
“I know what you’re trying to say, kid.”
Huang Six chuckled. He glanced at Gao Xiaoxuan and then looked outside.
“The Sword Pavilion is really flourishing now. When I first entered the Sword Pavilion, there were seven or eight Sword Caretakers and dozens of other servants.”
As if he felt that there was no point in saying this, Huang Six looked at Han Muye. “Kid Han, do you think I’m worthy of Sister Ping?”
Just as Han Muye was about to answer, Huang Six shook his head and whispered, “I know, I’m not worthy.
“Aptitude, cultivation.
“Look at me now. I look like an ordinary old person. Sister Ping is already a Qi Condensation expert and an elite of the sect.”
Han Muye looked at Old Sixth Huang’s dejected expression and said in a low voice, “It’s just cultivation. Is it difficult?”
He stared at Huang Six. “Our Sword Pavilion’s legacy is at the top of the Western Frontier. If you want to cultivate, I have plenty of medicinal pills. Even if it’s a pile, it can help you accumulate an Earth Realm cultivation.”
At this moment, Han Muye had the confidence to speak like this.
Supreme-grade Cloud Qi Pills, supreme-grade Spirit Fusion Pills, supreme-grade Void Meridian Pills, and the pill formulas he saw in the Little Alchemy Pavilion.
With these pills, he was confident that he could quickly accumulate an Earth Realm expert.
When he first came to the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye had seen Huang Six in high spirits, vowing to reach the Heavenly Realm with one sword.
At that time, although Huang Six had many small schemes and was stingy, he was still very heroic.
After spending several years nurturing the Divine Soul Sword Qi, Huang Six’s body suddenly relaxed.
He dreamed of being a mortal tycoon and did not cultivate every day.
Everyone had their own goals. There was no right or wrong in that.
Patriarch Tao Ran said that Huang Six had a good temperament, and the elders of the Sword Pavilion said that they were envious of Huang Six.
However, Han Muye knew that if Huang Six left the Sword Pavilion, he would be separated from the mortal world.
Huang Six smiled and looked at Han Muye. “Young man, you don’t understand.
“I just want to spend some peaceful mortal days with Sister Ping.
“When I’m gone, she’ll still be a cultivator.
“I won’t burden her.”
Not any more.
Huang Six’s soul was injured. If he did not cultivate, his lifespan would not be long.
And the Lu Qingping that Han Muye knew was indeed focused on cultivation.
These two people were not from the same world.
In the end, Huang Six had forced himself.
“Sixth Brother, aren’t you afraid that Sixth Sister-in-law will be sad?” Han Muye frowned and whispered.
“In your opinion, she’s only touched that you’ve done something for her. However, in my opinion, Sixth Sister-in-law has indeed fallen for you. Sixth Brother, you like Sixth Sister-in-law because she’s pure and honest, right?”
Standing up, Han Muye placed a jade slip in front of Huang Six.
“Sixth Brother, there’s something else I need to tell you. Clear Wind Temple is disloyal.”
Huang Six’s expression canged. Han Muye spoke again. “As far as I know, Clear Wind Temple betrayed the Nine Mystic Mountain. Sixth Sister-in-law is cultivating in Clear Wind Temple. She might be in danger at any time.”
Old Sixth Huang suddenly stood up and shouted in panic, “You, why didn’t you say so earlier?”
He started to run for the door.
“You should have said so earlier.” Han Muye shook his head and said lightly, “If I had said so, would you have the ability to save Sixth Sister-in-law?”
Huang Six stopped in his tracks.
As an ordinary person, what ability did he have to save Lu Qingping?
Han Muye turned around and returned to his quiet room.
Huang Six stood there, his expression changing as his gaze fell on the jade slip on the long table.
“Sixth Brother, do you want to cultivate?”
Gao Xiaoxuan, who was carrying the little white fox, suddenly whispered.
“If you want to cultivate, I’ll help you. I can make you stronger than Senior Brother Han and the others.”
Gao Xiaoxuan’s big eyes were filled with sincerity.
Huang Six looked at him for a moment. “Really?” he whispered.
Gao Xiaoxuan nodded heavily.
“Alright, I’ll cultivate.” Huang Six clenched his fists and looked out of the Sword Pavilion.
“Sister Ping, wait for me. If those bastards from Clear Wind Temple dare to have any ill intentions, I’ll tear down their lousy Daoist temple.”
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After returning to the quiet room, Han Muye looked up at the White Tiger Scroll hanging on the wall.
Seeing that the tiger seemed to be about to roar into the forest, he had a hint of understanding.
This was the cultivation world. Only by cultivating hard and allowing himself to have the power to control his own fate could he be free.
The kind of happiness Huang Six wanted was completely unrealistic.
That was why he was honest with Huang Six.
Sixth Sister-in-law is in danger at any time now. If you want to save her, cultivate by yourself!
Looking at the White Tiger Scroll, sword light rose from Han Muye’s body.
The purple and green swords stood beside him and floated gently.
Green Destiny, Purple Flame.
Han Muye had told Patriarch Tao Ran about the Purple Flame Sword.
Patriarch Tao Ran sighed but he did not take it back.
Under the nourishment of Han Muye’s sword intent, the Purple Flame Sword and the Green Destiny Sword were only a step away from becoming true spiritual weapons.
With these two swords in hand and sword intent, Han Muye could resist an Earth Realm Meridian Opening expert.
But this was not his real powerful move.
With a sword cry, a white jade sword pill appeared in front of Han Muye.
The Sword Pill of the Ancient Sword Cultivator Inheritance.
This was the real killer move he had.
Although it consumed a lot of energy to activate the Sword Pill, its lethality was extremely strong, and its moves were agile.
With this sword pill, Han Muye was completely confident in facing an expert above the Meridian Opening Realm.
If he activated this sword pill and used the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords, his combat strength would increase countless times.
Perhaps even ordinary Core Formation experts could not withstand this move.
Back then, Mo Yuan had dared to challenge a half-step Heaven Realm expert with one move.
Double Swords, Sword Pill, Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords.
This was Han Muye’s strongest move.
Of course, Han Muye did not feel that he needed to use these killing methods.
He should be holed up in the Nine Mystic Mountain, cultivating sword qi and refining pills.
Thinking of the pills, he raised his hand and a pill appeared in his palm.
Lifespan-extending Pill.
The Mu Family’s Patriarch had refined a high-quality lifespan-extending pill that could extend one’s lifespan by 10 years.
The Mu family’s ancestor said that there were not many inheritances of the Western Frontier Lifespan-extending Pill. This pill that could extend one’s lifespan by 10 years was almost the limit.
But in Han Muye’s opinion, how could it be the limit?
After he attacked, that was the limit!