“Come in.”
As soon as he arrived outside the tent, the Sword Pavilion Elder’s voice sounded.
Han Muye walked into the tent and saw the Sword Pavilion Elder in a white robe sitting at the long table, writing something with a brush.
“Have you seen Mo Yuan?”
“Does he want to leave the Western Frontier?”
The Sword Pavilion elder put down his pen and looked up at Han Muye.
Han Muye nodded.
“My sword strike today is almost at the peak in the Western Frontier. If he wants to surpass it, he can only leave the Western Frontier.”
The Sword Pavilion Elder laughed, then sighed and said softly, “During these few days, I have talked with him and after watching his Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords, it’s really extraordinary.”
“It’s not a lie to say that one can kill a Heaven Realm expert after cultivating for a hundred years.”
Mo Yuan’s talent in the Sword Dao was indeed shocking. By fusing ordinary sword techniques into one move of Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords, he could fight against Earth Realm experts.
This was a new path for low-level sword cultivators.
Even if this path was filled with thorns, it was still a path that led to cultivation.
Too many low-level cultivators had no paths to take in their lifetimes.
“Kid, to be honest, I didn’t expect you to come.” The Sword Pavilion elder looked at Han Muye with a smile.
“I’m the Sword Pavilion’s Sword Caretaker. Even if the entire world wants the elder to die on Deer Park Mountain, I should still come, shouldn’t I?” Han Muye’s gaze was fixed on the Sword Pavilion elder’s face.
The Sword Pavilion Elder’s expression darkened slightly. He sighed and said, “You’ve only cultivated for a short time…”
He had only cultivated for a short period of time and had yet to cultivate that kind of heartless personality.
Han Muye did not know if he would also treat the lives of outsiders as ants when his cultivation level reached a higher level.
“Have you read the message I left for you?” The Sword Pavilion Elder looked at Han Muye and chuckled.
His gaze fell on the small bronze sword Han Muye had inserted in his hair.
He had seen the jade slip and cultivated the sword of the soul.
However, the Sword Pavilion Elder was also curious about how it was cultivated.
How could Han Muye master a sword technique in just a few days?
“Elder, I’ve read the jade slip.” Han Muye nodded. Then, his divine spot shook, and the sword of his soul appeared above his head, turning into a small crystal-clear sword.
On this small sword, a white fox phantom flashed.
When the Sword Pavilion Elder saw the small sword, his eyes narrowed and his expression changed. “Heaven Realm soul?”
“This is, that one?”
Han Muye nodded slightly and explained what had happened in the Sword Pavilion in a low voice.
The head of the Cao family was attacked.
The secret place on the mountain gate was broken through by the Suicide Soldiers.
An Earth Realm expert barged in front of the Sword Pavilion.
When he heard Han Muye say that the great demon soul suppressed under the Sword Pavilion had appeared and almost possessed Han Muye’s body, the Sword Pavilion Elder had a strange expression.
After Han Muye finished speaking, he pondered for a long time before the Sword Pavilion Elder said in a low voice, “Kid, some things might really be God’s will.”
‘God’s will?’
Seeing that he was puzzled, the Sword Pavilion Elder smiled bitterly and said, “Back then, a mighty figure used the Nine Mystic Sword to suppress the demon for 10,000 years. Now, more than 9,900 years have passed…”
The Nine Mystic Sword had suppressed the great demon for 10,000 years.
10,000 years were almost over.
At that time, would a great demon be born or would it die?
Would the Nine Mystic Sword that suppressed the demon be taken back or left in the Nine Mystic Sword Sect?
At that time, would the various sects in the Western Frontier come to snatch the Nine Mystic Sword?
There were too many uncertainties.
To ordinary people, they were helpless to these uncertainties. They just had to accept the outcome.
However, to Jin Ze, who was in charge of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect and controlled the lives of hundreds of thousands of disciples, he could not wait.
Even if there was a chance, he had to plan with all his might and fight hard.
Han Muye recalled Bai Suzhen’s words.
For the Nine Mystic Sword, the sect master could bury most of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect disciples.
Therefore, the sect master took advantage of the situation and lured the people of the Great Spiritual Sword Sect to release the demon?
If the Great Elder of the Tai Yi Sword Sect was really thousands of kilometers away, what awaited him when the great demon appeared would definitely be an annihilation.
However, the price to get the number one sword cultivator in the Western Frontier to attack was probably not small.
In the eyes of this Heaven Realm cultivator, the only thing he had his eyes on was probably the Nine Mystic Sword, right?
However, no one expected that Han Muye, a mere Sword Pavilion Sword Caretaker, would be able to block two Earth Realm experts from entering the Sword Pavilion.
What was even more unexpected was that countless people’s schemes had triggered the Great Demon’s soul, but in the end, Han Muye had condensed it into a soul sword.
In the end, the Great Demon was not born, and the Nine Mystic Sword was naturally still suppressing it under the Sword Pavilion.
Han Muye didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
It turned out that he was the one who had ruined the sect master’s plan.
But on the other hand, if this had succeeded and the great demon was born, as the Sword Caretaker, would he be the first to die?
Shaking his head, he looked at the Sword Pavilion Elder again and said in a low voice, “Elder, why can’t Elder Su Yuan’s Prairie Fire be used?”
Priarie fire.
The Sword Pavilion Elder narrowed his eyes and focused on the desk in front of him.
“Because this technique doesn’t belong to our Nine Mystic Sword Sect. Half of the sword intent came from the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect.”
The Wind Spiritual Sword Sect was second among the four major sword sects.
Could it be that the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect was the one who forbade the Nine Mystic Sword Sect from using the Prairie Fire Sword Technique?
Also, why did half of the sword intent in the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s technique belong to someone else?
Han Muye said nothing and looked at the Sword Pavilion elder.
After a long time, the Sword Pavilion Elder said softly, “10,000 years ago, there was only the Nine Mystic Mountain in the Western Frontier that suppressed the demons. There was no Nine Mystic Sword Sect.”
“Until a thousand years ago, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect was only an ordinary sect in the Western Frontier. It relied on the Sword Pavilion to suppress the demons to protect itself.”
There was a hint of nostalgia in the Sword Pavilion elder’s voice.
“In the past thousand years, several ancestors of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect have been plotting to accumulate strength between the Dao Sect, the Sword Sect, and the Demon Sect.”
“The sacrifices involved are unimaginable to outsiders.”
The cultivation world was not as righteous as people thought.
Most cultivators were also greedy.
There was a lot of open strife between the cultivation sects.
As they cultivated, they had to compete with the heavens and compete with others.
The rise of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect did not have so many coincidences. There were many schemes and heaven-defying killings.
Be it cultivation techniques or resources, not many of them were obtained in an upright manner.
For example, the Five Mystic Sword Technique, Prairie Fire.
Patriarch Tao Ran of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect named himself Tao Yuhe. He had cultivated in the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect for decades and comprehended the wind-attribute sword technique before mastering the Dao of Wind and Fire.
Three hundred years ago, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect finally condensed the power of five lineages. With five half-step Heaven Realm experts and three elders in the Sword Pavilion, it allowed the strength of the sect to reach its peak.
With such strength, it was impossible for one to hide.
The Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s strength was displayed bit by bit, shocking the Western Frontier.
Back then, one of the nine sects, the Moon Essence Sword Sect, was defeated by the Nine Mystic Sword Sect and removed from the position of the nine sects.
The Nine Mystic Sword Sect was at its peak.
“In the cultivation world, if you don’t advance, you’ll fall behind. Since you’ve risen, it’s impossible not to compete…”
“If you don’t reach the Heaven Realm, you’re still a pawn.”
“It has been going on for more than 200 years. One day, this sect is provoking us. The next day, we are in conflict with another one. All of them are just the big sects in the Western Frontier.”
A pained expression appeared on the Sword Pavilion Elder’s face. “In the 200-year conflict, three of our Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s elders died. The Sword Pavilion’s inheritance was damaged and its five lineages were incomplete.”
“If not for the sect’s crisis, I wouldn’t have gone to the Sword Pavilion…”
Han Muye looked at the Sword Pavilion elder.
Sacrifice.
From the Sword Pavilion Elder’s words, he had witnessed the sacrifice of countless people.
Everything was for the rise of the sect.
Could the Sword Pavilion Elder not see through the sect master’s plan?
Impossible.
Han Muye shook his head.
With the wisdom of the Sword Pavilion Elder, how could he not see through it?
However, he still came to Deer Park Mountain and was willing to attack.
All for the thousand-year grand scheme of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.
“Actually, the Sect Master is already half a step into the Heaven Realm,” the Sword Pavilion Elder said calmly.
Half-step Heaven Realm!
The sect master of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, Jin Ze, was a half-step Heaven Realm expert at the peak of the Core Formation realm!
The Nine Mystic Sword Sect not only had three Grand Elders in the half-step Heaven Realm, but also a fourth!
Sect Master Jin Ze had actually concealed himself so well!
“But so what if Sect Master displays his cultivation abilities? Can the strength of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect today compare to 300 years ago?”
The Sword Pavilion Elder lowered his head and spoke softly.
‘It can’t.’
Han Muye shook his head.