At the bottom of the stone steps, Yang Shao’s face was covered in stubble, and his eyes were sunken.
But there was a hint of determination in his eyes.
This determination was like a calm ancient well.
“Senior Brother Han, I’ve thought about it.”
Yang Shao raised his head and looked at the golden Sword Pavilion plaque.
“Back then, Master thought that I had comprehended the Blue Wave Sword Technique on my own and took me in as a disciple. He even promised to help me fight for the position of the true disciple.
Actually, all of this is thanks to Senior Brother Han.”
Han Muye looked at the calm Yang Shao and nodded slightly.
Yang Shao hid the truth and pretended to be Xu Haosheng’s disciple.
However, everyone had their own selfish motives.
Everyone had greed and desires.
“I’ll wait for you at the Demonstration Building. Then I’ll ask you to perform the third level of the Blue Wave Sword Technique. Only by comprehending the third level of the Blue Wave Sword Technique can I be qualified to stand in front of Master.”
Lowering his head slightly, Yang Shao clenched his fists and said in a hoarse voice, “I shouldn’t even be qualified to fight for Master’s sword.
Senior Brother, you said that my mental state is not enough and I can’t comprehend the third level of the Blue Wave Sword Technique, right?”
Yang Shao looked at Han Muye.
Han Muye nodded.
“As sword cultivators, we should have something to ask for, thoughts, and defenses, right?” Yang Shao continued.
“I cultivate the sword. I should cultivate my mind more. Since Master has a bloodline, I have to help him protect it no matter what.”
This was Yang Shao’s choice.
This choice was extremely difficult for him.
“Have you thought it through?” Han Muye asked softly.
Yang Shao nodded and said, “Yes.”
With that, he bowed and turned to leave.
“Give me the sword,” Han Muye suddenly said.
Yang Shao stopped in his tracks and trembled. He turned around and looked confused.
“Your state of mind wasn’t enough back then. Now, it’s enough.”
Han Muye waved his hand, and the sword in Yang Shao’s hand was unsheathed and landed in his palm.
“With my heart surging wildly, the ancient well that breaks through the heavens and earth and the vast blue waves are all in my heart.”
The long sword stabbed forward, and the blade carried endless waves. When the sword was unsheathed, clouds surged.
Using Sword Qi to move the heavens!
This was the third level of the Blue Wave!
The sword light retracted and the sword fell back. Han Muye clasped his hands behind his back.
“If you can borrow the power of heaven and earth in the future, you might be able to comprehend the fourth level of the Blue Wave Realm.”
Fourth level!
The fourth level of swordsmanship involved the power of heaven and earth.
With this level of sword technique, he could fight a half-step Heaven Realm expert!
“Borrowing, power?”
Yang Shao was stunned and at a loss.
This was too far away.
Even when Han Muye was practicing the third level of the Blue Wave, he didn’t understand much.
Han Muye waved his hand and said lightly, “If there’s a chance, go to the East China Sea.”
East Sea!
Is there anything in the world that’s better than the endless sea of the East Sea?
Yang Shao’s eyes lit up. He bowed to Han Muye and strode away.
At this moment, a trace of condensed sword qi circulated around his body, and it was about to materialize.
“Young Master, did he have an epiphany?”
Jiang Ming, who was standing in front of the Sword Pavilion, looked at Yang Shao’s back and asked.
“I think so.” Han Muye turned around and shook his head. “When it comes to cultivation, sword cultivators like us cultivate our hearts. If we have enlightenment, our cultivation will naturally increase.”
Jiang Ming’s eyes lit up. Seeing that Han Muye had already walked into the Sword Pavilion, he hurriedly asked, “What about us alchemists?”
Han Muye didn’t stop, and his voice came faintly. “Refine more pills.”
…
The Wind Spiritual Sword Sect and the Nine Mystic Sword Sect fought continuously.
The Core Formation cultivators did not attack, but everyone below the Core Formation realm was fighting.
The Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s inner sect, true disciples, direct disciples, and various deacons and elders were mobilized.
Even the various sects under the Nine Mystic Sword Sect swarmed into the various territories under the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect and the Great Spiritual Sword Sect.
The search for all kinds of spiritual materials and spiritual herbs, the destruction of the sect, the search for medicinal pills, swords, and cultivation techniques attracted more cultivators to participate.
No one was righteous.
How could there be justice and evil when fighting for opportunities to cultivate?
In Han Muye’s opinion, these low-level cultivators were just fighting for their lives.
On the Nine Mystic Mountain, more than half of the legacy disciples had left the spiritual land, leaving only Lu Ten and Li Three in seclusion. Song Seven, Song Nine, and Qi Thirteen all went to the battlefield.
To these junior experts, this was a rare opportunity to make a name for themselves. It was also an opportunity to increase their experience and accumulate wealth.
Before Qi Thirteen and the others left, they asked Han Muye for a few pills.
The pills were on loan to them.
A few supreme-grade pills were worth more than 100,000 spiritual rocks. They could not afford so many spiritual rocks.
Not only did Han Muye sponsor a few direct disciples, but there were also many core disciples in the spiritual land who came to borrow medicinal pills.
The greatest use of a supreme-grade pill was to be consumed in battle. It did not affect the circulation of spiritual energy and did not need to be slowly refined.
Without these inner sect disciples, the Nine Mystic Mountain was not too deserted.
After all, there were tens of thousands of outer sect disciples and hundreds of thousands of servants on the Nine Mystic Mountain.
The consecutive victories made these outer sect and servant disciples’ morale rise.
Almost every day, disciples from the Sword Pavilion would break through to the Qi Condensation Realm and change into inner sect clothes to receive their swords.
In the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye spent most of his time cultivating or refining pills.
Every first and fifteenth day of the month, he would go to the third floor of the Sword Pavilion to listen to the elders explain the cultivation path.
Huang Six was indeed cultivating.
However, he didn’t know how he did it. He and Gao Xiaoxuan were so secretive that Han Muye couldn’t tell how their cultivation was going.
Lu Gao and Lin Shen were still refining their own power with all their might.
Although their combat strength was constantly increasing, it would still take years to fuse and control their own strength.
Such a huge force was not easily controlled.
The ones with the highest interest in cultivation in the Sword Pavilion were Yang Mingxuan and Jiang Ming.
After Yang Mingxuan guided the sword qi into his body, Han Muye spent three days sorting out his meridians for him.
Every time, he would let out a heart-wrenching scream before laughing smugly.
To him, being able to cultivate was the happiest thing in the world.
Some time ago, Han Muye had already taught him the Military Sword Technique and asked him to fuse with the sword.
Jiang Ming had mixed feelings.
The alchemy he had previously thought about was different from the actual alchemy now.
In the past half a year, he had guided sword qi into his body and then transformed it into sword qi that entered the pill furnace.
He wanted to study various medicinal pills and choose the ones he would like to refine.
However, a young lady sent spiritual herbs to him in two to three days and urged him to refine the pills.
Whether she was a young lady or not was secondary. The key was that every time the spiritual herbs were sent over, the payment of the medicinal pills would be settled.
They were all settled with high-grade spiritual rocks.
Three to five, seven to eight, a dozen.
Jiang Ming admitted that he had never seen so many spiritual rocks.
As an itinerant cultivator, even if he was an alchemy genius, he could not earn spiritual rocks so steadily.
A stream of spiritual rocks was handed over by the young lady’s fair hand, making him feel like he was dreaming.
In half a year, he had already accumulated more than a million yuan.
He somewhat understood why Han Muye wanted to maintain a trading partnership with Bai Suzhen.
It was really difficult to refuse.
“Clang—”
“Clang—”
On the Nine Mystic Mountain, a long bell rang.
Crisp and melodious.
Another great victory. He was about to send his sword to the Sword Pavilion.
The disciples on the Nine Mystic Mountain were already used to it. They looked at the sky and saw the sword lights flying over.
Han Muye, who was cleaning his sword, sheathed it and turned to walk out of the Sword Pavilion.
“A great victory was won at Fengshou Mountain. The inner sect disciple of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, He Xuanqi, joined forces to kill the demon race’s Earth Realm Great Demon and snatched a sword.”
The news spread throughout the Nine Mystic Mountain.
This time, it was not the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect, but Fengshou Mountain’s gain.
Outside the Sword Pavilion, Lu Gao and the others who were on duty also smiled.
The battle at Fengshou Mountain was difficult. The credit for killing the demons was rare among the big sects in the entire Western Frontier, not to mention weak junior disciples defeating the strong.
Other than competition among the top experts, the disputes between the various sects also depended on the foundation and the cultivation of the younger generation.
Back then, when Lin Chongxiao, who was known as the Three Stones Green Tiger, died, the entire Three Stones House suffered a blow.
Tuoba Cheng had killed the most promising elder of the Great Spiritual Sword Sect, Qin Ci, in the Fierce Demon Valley, greatly damaging the foundation of the Great Spiritual Sword Sect.
Now that the Core Formation cultivators of the Western Frontier were not taking action, the display of strength between the juniors was even more related to the sect’s luck.
In front of the Sword Pavilion, a group of red-robed Sword Sect disciples strode over with wooden boxes in their hands.
Han Muye, Huang Six, and the others stood on the stone steps, waiting solemnly.
“On the orders of Elder Sun Mu, the guardian of Fengshou Mountain, I’m here to send the sword that Senior Brother He Xuanqi and Wang Hui obtained to the Sword Pavilion.”
The disciple carrying the sword shouted and strode to the stone steps.
Han Muye reached out to open the sword case and saw a four-foot-long sword.
Reaching out to hold the hilt, Han Muye’s back was filled with a faint green aura.
This sword was so heavy that he had to use his body tempering strength to lift it.
“Today, I received a Demon Race sword from Fengshou Mountain’s guardian. It has been verified to be authentic and is stored in the Sword Pavilion.”
After checking the sword, Han Muye held it with both hands and turned around to send it to the Sword Pavilion.
As he held the hilt of the sword, a thread of sword energy poured into it.
The sword weighed 180 catties and was made of Southern Wasteland Meteoric Iron.
There were not many other spiritual materials mixed in the sword. Meteoric iron was an extremely good spiritual material, and it contained many types of power.
The refinement method of the sword was different from that of the Western Frontier. It was a unique method of the demon race.
“Hum—”
The sword qi was infused, and with a soft sound, a scene of the sword qi forging appeared in Han Muye’s mind.
He could see scenes of blood refinement and sacrifice.
These techniques could enhance the spirituality in the sword.
As for the minged resentment, the demons of the Southern Wasteland did not care.
The owner of this sword was an Earth Realm demon of the Green Wolf Race.
With this sword, this great demon named Lang Tu had killed many other races in the Southern Wasteland.
On Fengshou Mountain, there were many battles. This sword was also stained with the blood of many Western Frontier cultivators.
Looking at these images, Han Muye understood that the Western Frontier and the Southern Wasteland had different stances. The conflicts were irreconcilable.
However, there had never been any major conflicts of interest between the two sides. Why did the Southern Wasteland come to attack the Western Frontier this time? he wondered.
Sword Qi filled his body, and his sword vibrated. Han Muye’s expression suddenly changed.
Southern Wasteland.
From the sword, he saw the Southern Wasteland.
It was vast and boundless.
Demon beasts were everywhere, and there were countless experts who could transform into human form.
“Everyone, the Southern Wasteland is in trouble. We have no choice but to fight this time.”
An old voice spoke.
In trouble?
What trouble is there in the Southern Wasteland?
Back then, the Mu Family’s Patriarch had received news from Fairy Peony that something had happened in the Southern Wasteland.
What was wrong with the Southern Wasteland?
Holding his sword, Han Muye slowly walked up to the third floor of the Sword Pavilion.
The moment he stepped onto the third floor of the Sword Pavilion, his sword that was originally placed there vibrated with a loud sound.
The sword in Han Muye’s hand exploded!
A long black claw condensed.