After Huang Six finished speaking, he froze.
His blooming face flushed red. He twisted his head and stared at Han Muye, but he didn’t dare look down the stone steps.
“Ahem, Brother, I bought this sword myself.”
Han Muye gestured towards the sword in Lu Qingping’s hand with his chin.
Huang Six turned his head mechanically.
Lu Qingping quickly lowered her head and said softly, “I’m here to deliver this sword.”
Hearing her words, Han Muye quickly walked forward and took the sword. “Thank you, Senior Sister Lu.”
Lu Qingping turned around and left.
Disappointment flashed across Huang Six’s face.
“Brother, it’s getting late. It’s not safe for Sister-in-law to go back alone. There are many wolves in the mountains—” Han Muye shouted.
Huang Six whispered, “You’re such a busybody.”
Although he said that, he had already chased after Lu Qingping.
“Brother, do you want me to bring dinner back? Do you want bones or meat—” Lu Gao leaned over and shouted at the top of his voice.
Han Muye glared at him. “You’re such a busybody.”
Lu Gao grinned.
Cultivators were not very particular about their diet. Three meals a day was fine, and two meals a day was alright too.
When one cultivated to a high level, it was normal to be stop eating.
Han Muye had never seen the Sword Pavilion Elder eat.
Holding the sword in his hand, Han Muye went straight back to the Sword Pavilion.
Lin Shen looked at the sky and turned to leave.
Lu Gao stood in the doorway, a blank look on his face.
“Are you all not having dinner?”
“No, then should I wait for Brother Six to return before closing the door, or should I close it now…”
…
In the room, Han Muye put down the White Tiger Scroll that Tuoba Cheng had given him. He held the hilt of his sword and looked hesitant.
He was familiar with this sword.
In the market that day, he had recognized this sword at a glance.
This was the sword that Huang Six had kept hidden.
In the past, Huang Six treated it like a treasure and continuously wiped it.
Which man in the world wouldn’t want a sword in his hand?
The day before, in order to gather the spiritual rocks to buy a sword for Lu Qingping, Huang Six sold this sword.
After much hesitation, Han Muye released his grip on the sword hilt.
No matter what secrets were in the sword, they were all Huang Six’s.
He should not look at them.
Placing the sword on the table, Han Muye slowly unfolded the White Tiger Scroll that Tuoba Cheng had given him.
This was a picture of a white-browed tiger descending the mountain.
On the steep and majestic mountain peak, a white tiger seemed to be wrapped in wind and lightning. It opened its mouth and was about to roar as it stared ahead.
The white tiger’s fur was clearly visible.
Subconsciously, Han Muye looked into the white tiger’s eyes.
The white tiger’s eyes revealed dignity and loneliness, as if it was howling in the forest and all beasts were subdued.
After looking at it a few times, this painting was indeed very imposing.
‘Is that all?’
‘Surely not to that extent?’
If it was that simple, Tuoba Cheng would not have treasured the painting so much and even asked him to visualize it.
Slowly closing his eyes, Han Muye recalled the contents of the painting.
Images appeared in his mind.
The White Tiger Scroll.
Where did this scroll come from?
Lin Shen said that this was only drawn after Tuoba Cheng was injured to guide the Qi and blood that he could not suppress.
How could he direct his Qi and blood by drawing a painting?
Opening his eyes, Han Muye’s gaze landed on the tiger fur.
He reached out and gently touched the painting.
“Boom—”
“Roar—”
A low rumble sounded in the room. A strong wind blew in the entire room, and the floating dust was shattered by the hair-like sword Qi.
There were countless tiger fur on the white tiger’s body, and every hair was a thread of sword Qi!
At this moment, all the sword Qi in the painting was activated, and countless sword Qi floated and wreaked havoc in the room.
In Han Muye’s mind, a white tiger roared and clashed everywhere, as if it was about to devour someone at any moment.
The white tiger slowly turned its head and met Han Muye’s gaze.
At that moment, Han Muye felt his entire body turn cold, as if he was about to be torn to pieces by the tiger’s claws.
“Hum—”
The sword intent in his sea of Qi vibrated, and the white tiger’s image in his mind shattered and dissipated.
The sword Qi in the room also retracted and transformed back into the tiger fur on the painting.
Han Muye took a deep breath and stared at the White Tiger Scroll in front of him.
No wonder no one in Three Stones House could comprehend this map.
This was not a painting that could guide the blood and Qi!
Everyone in Three Stones House thought that Tuoba Cheng had injected his excess blood Qi into the painting and that it was all for body tempering.
Actually, there was no blood Qi in this painting. There was only endless sword Qi!
Tuoba Cheng did not fuse his Qi and blood into the painting. Instead, he fused the sword Qi condensed from the Sword Dao he cultivated into the painting.
“Sword Qi transforms into threads, becoming as soft as hair.”
“The White Tiger comes out of the mountain with the momentum of collapse.”
Tuoba Cheng’s excess sword Qi was sealed in this painting. If these sword Qi were used to fight enemies, it was no less than a spiritual artifact.
Most importantly, there was a method to condense sword Qi in this painting, as well as the sword momentum condensed by Tuoba Cheng.
Like a tiger roaring in the forest, the wind and clouds swept.
Just now, if not for the fact that there was enough sword intent in his sea of Qi and it was strong enough, Han Muye would have collapsed just by looking at the sword momentum.
However, Tuoba Cheng had yet to master his sword momentum. The white tiger had yet to reach the stage of never return after leaving the mountain.
Han Muye’s eyes lit up.
This Uncle-Master Tuoba had actually deceived everyone.
What after effects from the Sword Dao? What serious injuries that he had not recovered for 12 years?
He was clearly nurturing a sword momentum!
Once the sword momentum was formed, he would be just below the Heaven Realm and could be considered invincible!
“Uncle-Master, Uncle-Master, you really think highly of me…”
Han Muye looked at the painting and chuckled.
Wasn’t Tuoba Cheng afraid that the sword momentum and sword Qi on the White Tiger Scroll would directly kill him?
Recalling how the Sword Pavilion Elder had left him in the lurch, Han Muye shook his head slightly.
Perhaps in the eyes of these experts, opportunities and danger coexisted.
If he wanted to obtain an opportunity, he had to survive the dangers.
If he wanted to receive glory, he had to bear its weight?
If he really couldn’t take it, he would just die.
After carefully hanging the scroll on the wall of the room, Han Muye took a few steps back and looked it up and down.
Yes, the room seemed more elegant and imposing.
Looking at the white tiger descending the mountain, Han Muye smiled.
Be it the sword Qi and sword momentum cultivation method on it or the use of this painting to fight the enemy, it was a treasure that he could use.
The reward from his Uncle-Master was really not cheap.
“Brother, you’re finally back—”
Lu Gao’s resentful voice came from the entrance of the Sword Pavilion.
It was dark. Huang Six came back a little “early”.
Han Muye took the sword from the table and was about to walk out of the room when there was a knock on the door.
“Brother, you’re back early. Didn’t Sister-in-law keep you…” Han Muye winked.
Huang Six shook his head, his expression solemn as he looked at the sword in Han Muye’s hand.
Han Muye smiled and handed the sword back.
“Brother, you’re really willing to do this for Sister-in-law. This sword has been with you for three to four years, right?”
Huang Six took the sword and rubbed it with his palm. His expression was complicated.
“Six and a half years. After I came to the Sword Pavilion for half a year, there was some trouble in the Sword Pavilion. Among the Sword Caretakers, other than the elder, I was the only one who survived.”
“I was afraid at night, so I hugged it to sleep.”
Huang Six gripped his sword tightly, then looked up at Han Muye.
“Brother Han, I’m afraid I can’t repay the debt of 20,000 spiritual rocks.”
There was suppressed emotion in his gaze.
“I’ll teach you the Sword Condensing Technique. This is the only thing I can show you.”