A semi-spiritual artifact was not too valuable, but it was still a treasure in an ordinary sect.
The sword didn’t need to be too good. In any case, it was just a reward for the gathering.
Zhao Pu left, and Han Muye returned to the Sword Pavilion to tell Huang Six about this.
“Isn’t that easy?” Huang Six grinned and opened the record.
“Sword Three Eight Five Four, Illusion Light.”
Han Muye followed the label on the wooden shelf and found the location of the sword.
On the wooden shelf, there was no need to look. A sword that was shining with golden light and flowing with light was already in sight.
This sword was stunning.
Han Muye reached for the hilt. After a moment, a strange expression flashed across his face, and the corners of his mouth curled up.
Huang Six had not been a sword caretaker for nothing all these years. The sword he chose was really suitable as a reward for the gathering.
The sword was forged from steel and was a treasure among mortal weapons.
Its appearance was even more impeccable.
But this sword could only be for viewing.
This sword was specially forged during the sect’s inner sect ceremony to allow disciples to perform martial arts.
It had sacrificed its flexibility for the dazzling sword light. Each strike with the sword was like a silver bottle exploding.
In the hands of low-level cultivators, this sword was naturally a rare treasure.
But in the hands of an expert, it was completely useless.
The sword intent was infused and immediately shattered.
He held the Illusion Light Sword and walked to the long table, where Huang Six chuckled. “Beautiful, right?”
Beautiful.
At the door, Lu Gao craned his neck to look and licked his tongue.
This sword was so damn beautiful.
Han Muye smiled and gave Huang Six a thumbs up.
Huang Six wrote down on the book proudly and said, “Brother, I haven’t been idle in the Sword Pavilion all these years.”
At the door, Lu Gao pulled his head back.
After Huang Six recorded down, Han Muye packed the sword in the sword case and walked out of the Sword Pavilion.
“I’ll accompany you.” Lin Shen walked forward and said in a low voice, “I’m the Sword Pavilion’s Sword Protector now.”
‘To Three Stones House?’
Han Muye nodded. Lin Shen probably wanted to go there.
The two of them strode with big steps, one at the front and one at the back.
Blood Qi slowly condensed and surged on Han Muye’s body, then turned into a faint iron bull phantom.
In less than an hour, they had arrived at Three Stones House.
Lin Shen stood in front of the Three Stones House with a complicated expression.
At this moment, the Three Stones House was empty. Most of the disciples should have gone to settle matters regarding the sect gathering.
Han Muye reported at the door, and two young disciples led him and Lin Shen to find Tuoba Cheng.
These two young disciples did not know Lin Shen.
When they reached the hall on the second floor, the white-haired Tuoba Cheng bent over the long table and took an ink brush to draw something.
“Han Muye greets Uncle-Master Tuoba.”
Han Muye bowed slightly.
Tuoba Cheng raised his head. Lin Shen bowed and cupped his fists. “Disciple Lin Shen greets Master.”
The two young disciples who led the way were shocked and hurriedly looked at Lin Shen.
They had never seen Lin Shen, but they had heard of him.
Tuoba Cheng didn’t seem to expect Lin Shen to come. His gaze lingered on him for a moment, then he nodded gently.
“Don’t waste your cultivation.”
Lin Shen looked up and nodded excitedly. “I will remember your instructions.”
Then he cupped his hands and backed out of the door.
Han Muye held the wooden box in his hand in front of Tuoba Cheng.
“Uncle-Master, this is a sword prepared for the sect gathering.”
He opened the sword case and let Tuoba Cheng take a look.
Tuoba Cheng glanced at the golden sword and grinned. “Brat, you have a lot of tricks up your sleeve.”
With that, he caught the wooden box and placed it at the side.
“Kid, the sect can’t reward you much this time.”
Tuoba Cheng looked at Han Muye.
Han Muye was about to speak when Tuoba Cheng reached out and picked up a yellowed paper scroll that he had been tracing on the long table.
“I have a scroll of the White Tiger Painting. Take it and visualize it. It might be beneficial to your body refinement and sword training.”
Without waiting for Han Muye to look at the scroll carefully, Tuoba Cheng had already rolled up the scroll and stuffed it into Han Muye’s hand.
“Sigh, there are a bunch of disciples in my Three Stones House, but none of them can comprehend this scroll.”
“Back then—”
At this point, Tuoba Cheng looked at Lin Shen, who was standing at the door. He shook his head and stopped talking.
Han Muye held the painting with both hands and bowed. “Thank you, Uncle-Master.”
On the way back to the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye saw Lin Shen looking at the painting in his hand.
“Instructor Lin knows this painting?”
Han Muye was used to calling him Instructor, so he couldn’t be bothered to change it.
Hearing Han Muye’s words, Lin Shen nodded with a complicated expression.
“Master’s body-tempering technique is domineering. In the Blazing Demon Valley, the after effects from a sword strike made it difficult for his cultivation to advance. His blood and Qi had nowhere to flow, so he used it to draw the White Tiger every day.”
“In this White Tiger Painting, it’s said to be the inheritance of Master’s body-tempering technique.”
‘Inheritance?’
‘Is it that precious?’
Han Muye stopped in his tracks, feeling that this painting was a precious item that was tricky to handle.
Anything related to the inheritance was troublesome.
There were many experts in the Three Stones House.
Seeing his expression, Lin Shen smiled and said, “Don’t be afraid. No one will snatch this inheritance.”
“This painting hangs in the hall of the Three Stones Room for three to two months every year. Over the years, no one in the Three Stones Room has been able to comprehend it.”
“Back then—” Lin Shen shook his head, and a trace of regret flashed across his face. He said in a low voice, “Back then, my big brother was admired by Master because of his extraordinary comprehension.”
Lin Chongxiao.
Back at Three Stones House, Tuoba Cheng should have also thought of Lin Chongxiao, right?
Those who liked to cultivate physical techniques were mostly weaker in terms of comprehension and were willing to make up for it with hard work.
Tuoba Cheng naturally liked to have one or two inheritors with good comprehension skills.
Too bad.
They were both silent as they hurried on.
When they saw the Sword Pavilion in the distance, it was already sunset.
Han Muye saw a figure circling around the corner of the mountain path in the distance.
“Senior Sister Lu?”
“You’re here to see Brother Six, right?”
“Why are you not entering?”
Han Muye’s voice shocked the figure pacing around. She turned around and who else could it be but Lu Qingping?
“Junior Brother Han.”
Lu Qingping looked at Han Muye and nodded at Lin Shen.
“Junior Brother Han, I, I’m not here to look for Brother Zhenxiong. I’m—”
Before Lu Qingping could finish speaking, Han Muye had already strode forward and shouted at the Sword Pavilion, “Brother, Senior Sister Lu is here to look for you!”
In the Sword Pavilion, Huang Six rushed out.
Lu Qingping stood there, her face red. She stomped her feet lightly and walked towards the Sword Pavilion.
Han Muye walked quickly to Huang Six. With Lu Qingping behind him, he winked at Huang Six.
Huang Six glowered at him.
“Junior Sister, the sect gathering is about to begin. You have to prepare well.”
Huang Six put his hands behind his back and spoke formally.
Lu Qingping nodded, but she did not dare to look at Huang Six.
One of them stood on the stone steps, the other at the bottom, 30 feet away.
Han Muye waved his hand, signaling Lu Gao and Lin Shen, who were watching the commotion, to follow him.
On the other side, Huang Six said again, “Junior Sister, have you chosen your sword today?”
Hearing Huang Six mention swords, Lu Qingping’s heart beat even faster. She hurriedly raised the sword in her hand.
Seeing the sword in Lu Qingping’s hand, Huang Six’s expression changed. He turned to look at Han Muye and blurted out, “You helped your sister-in-law choose such a lousy sword?”
Han Muye opened his mouth slightly and looked at the sword in Lu Qingping’s hand.
Lu Qingping stood there, her face as red as a burning cloud.
Sister-in-law.