The spiritual energy locked by the 10 Spirit Locking Array was equivalent to the spiritual energy reserves stimulated by 100,000 spiritual rocks.
The cultivation world focused on opportunities, aptitude, wealth, and cultivation.
In this spiritual land, every time spiritual energy was converted into spiritual rocks, there would probably be hundreds of them.
But who had ever seen someone spend 100,000 spiritual rocks in a single cultivation?
Even though the people in this spiritual land were all direct disciples, not everyone had 100,000 spiritual rocks.
Even if he had 100,000 spiritual rocks, what would he live on if he took them all out to cultivate?
“Bam—”
The two vortices were shattered by the Spirit Locking Array below.
The Spirit Locking Array locked the spiritual energy and prevented it from being disturbed.
“Ahem, does this count as this 19th direct disciple admitting defeat?” Under the tree in the distance, someone turned to look at the others.
Admit defeat?
Is this a show of wealth?
Everyone looked at each other with intense curiosity.
Where did this 19th direct disciple come from?
Everyone around Mu Eryi looked at him.
Mu Eryi shook his head and said with a blank expression, “I only know that he is the Sword Pavilion’s sword caretaker. I really don’t know anything else…”
Sword caretaker?
The Sword Pavilion’s sword caretaker who wears inner sect clothes and does chores?
Is there such a rich sword caretaker in the world?
Someone chuckled and shook his head. “Mu Eryi, if a sword caretaker wants to save 100,000 spiritual rocks, I’m afraid he’ll have to scrape all the Sword Sect’s leading disciples.”
I don’t believe it.
Mu Eryi didn’t believe it himself.
But in the Elder’s House, this Han Nineteen did say that he came from the Sword Pavilion…
Several figures appeared outside Han Muye’s big house.
These people had heavy auras and were all at the Earth Realm.
“Qi Thirteen, is this new guy provoking us?” A young man in a white brocade robe with a gloomy expression asked in a low voice.
On the other side, a young man with a jade crown on his head and an equally ugly expression stared at the big house and said coldly, “I think he’s not prepared to come out.”
“Hehe, he has used 100,000 spiritual rocks. Maybe he won’t come out for a while.” Another square-faced man shook his head and said with a smile, “Is he going into seclusion at his own expense?”
Aren’t we here in the spiritual land for its spiritual energy? Why would he spend spiritual rocks?
The others looked at each other, shook their heads, and dispersed.
Be it probing or snatching spiritual energy, it was harmless. However, they did not expect this 19th direct disciple to react so fiercely, embarrassing Qi Thirteen and Su Eighteen.
The new talent was bullied the moment he came. If the elders pursued this matter, everyone would look bad.
“Hmph, we’ll talk about it when he comes out. At most, we’ll split it in half and compensate him with spiritual rocks.” Su Eighteen, who was wearing a jade-colored brocade robe, snorted coldly and disappeared.
Qi Thirteen, who was wearing a jade crown, shook his head in pain. He flicked his sleeve and turned to leave.
In the courtyard of the big house not far away, Grand Elder Zhang Zhihe smiled. As he trimmed the branches in front of him, he muttered to himself in a low voice, “This kid, is he a hothead?”
…
Ignoring their guesses, Han Muye had already injected countless spiritual lights into the illusory sword pill in his palm.
The sword pill seemed to have not eaten its fill for countless years and welcomed the sword qi and spiritual energy that surged in.
“Hum—”
A quarter of an hour later, the ethereal sword sphere shook and turned into nothingness.
When it reappeared, it was already in Han Muye’s dantian.
The spiritual energy and sword qi in his dantian seemed to have found a breakthrough and crazily surged into the sword pill.
The consumption was too fast, so he had no choice but to mobilize the sword qi and sword intent in his Qi Sea and divine treasures.
“Hum—”
With the infusion of sword intent, the sword pill turned into a green spindle-shaped sword in Han Muye’s dantian.
The two sharp edges of the sword were like flying shuttles. The sword light was cold and condensed.
“Clang—”
When the soul sword qi landed on the hiltless flying sword, a crisp sound rang out, and countless images appeared in Han Muye’s mind.
The incomparably precious Primal Cold Iron was refined and polished, and 3,000 refined runes were engraved.
He had comprehended the refinement method of the Green Sky Spirit Sword.
The Sword Pill was just a common name for a hiltless flying sword.
There were various schools of thought about these hiltless flying swords.
This one belonged to the Green Sky Spirit Sword.
The Sword Pill Flying Sword was popular in ancient times. There were not many in the cultivation world now.
Most importantly, there was insufficient spiritual energy. It was rare to see cultivators who could control such a flying sword.
Moreover, the refinement method of the Sword Pill was complicated, and the spiritual materials consumed were precious. Very few cultivators could afford it.
In any case, Han Muye knew that he wouldn’t be able to buy back half a catty of the original cold iron that was used to refine this sword pill.
This was one of the best spiritual materials for refining Dharma treasures. There were only a few catties in the entire Western Frontier.
The scene in his mind changed. Han Muye saw that after this Sword Pill took shape, it was refined by a black-robed middle-aged man along with dozens of others.
As expected of the ancient cultivation world, there were dozens of such precious sword pills at once.
Dozens of sword pills floated in the air, changing and combining, drawing profound streams of light.
Comprehending swordsmanship, hiding in the air.
This sword technique was executed by 48 sword pills at the same time. Sword light flowed, and everything within thousands of feet was enveloped.
Han Muye shook his head with a bitter smile.
He could not afford to use 48 sword pills.
Be it the sword pill or the spiritual energy needed to control the sword qi, they were not something he could play with.
However, if such a sword technique could be deduced and transformed into his own sword technique, he might be able to innovate and increase the power of his sword technique.
In his mind, the sword cultivator could be said to be invincible with his 48 sword pills.
Scene after scene, he was killing powerful enemies.
The mountains collapsed, and the sky lost its color. Be it powerful magic cultivators or invincible sword cultivators, they all died under his sword pill.
The murderous aura of these sword pills became stronger and stronger.
The sword pill in his dantian continuously absorbed the sword qi and was cleansed by the spiritual energy. The scene of a Heaven Realm expert conquering the world in his mind made Han Muye intoxicated.
“Hum—”
The sword pill vibrated. In just a moment, the spiritual energy produced by the 10 high-grade spiritual rocks had almost been absorbed.
“Boom—”
Without hesitation, Han Muye dropped another ten high-grade spiritual rocks.
Outside the big house, the originally dissipating layers of the Spirit Locking Array rose again.
“Phew—I take back what I said before. I can’t see through this 19th direct disciple.” The young man who said that the 19th direct disciple was too young revealed a solemn expression and spoke in a low voice.
The others nodded gently.
When they saw the Spirit Locking Array dissipate, they already felt that something was wrong.
Even a Core Formation cultivator would need two to three days to absorb all the spiritual energy accumulated from 100,000 spiritual rocks, right?
But how long had it been before they were consumed?
It would be fine if they were just consumed, but then he used another 100,00 spiritual rocks.
Is this something a disciple of the Sword Sect could do? they wondered.
Even a Core Formation elder could not withstand such consumption!
“Perhaps he’s cultivating an extremely powerful technique. Perhaps—” The square-faced man’s eyes flickered as he reappeared in front of the big house. He said in a low voice, “Perhaps he’s refining an extremely powerful treasure.”
Qi Thirteen and the others nodded and looked at the big house with more seriousness.
Whether it was refining treasures or cultivation techniques, the consumption of spiritual energy was extraordinary.
This person was qualified to be compared to them with this method.
“This kid is interesting.” Grand Elder Zhang Zhihe put down the shears in his hand and slowly walked out of the big house.
At this moment, Han Muye was focused on training his Sword Pill and did not care about outsiders.
The scenes in his mind rumbled. That ancient sword cultivator seemed to have been invincible for countless years before he declined.
All kinds of fighting and endless chasing. In the end, 48 Sword Pills scattered and the cultivator disappeared.
Sword Master Yuan Tian.
The great monk’s name.
Han Muye remembered the name.
When the image appeared again, the owner of the sword pill had already become a long-bearded old man in a white robe.
“In the future, follow me. You’re one of the stars in that senior’s Heavenly Cycle Sword Formation. I’ll call you Dayan.”
Dayan.
This sword pill was the main body of the Sword Spirit, Daoist Dayan.
The old Daoist named Chongyun was free and unrestrained with this sword pill. He was a respected rogue cultivator.
Immeasurable comprehension of the sword technique.
As he watched the sword pill transform into a flying sword and fly hundreds of miles under the guidance of the sword technique, Han Muye’s body emitted a faint sword qi.
Pleasure!
Such a sword move was what a sword cultivator should have.
It couldn’t be compared to Sword Venerable Yuan Tian’s carefree sword cultivation.
Daoist Chongyun pointed with his hands behind his back, and the sword light flashed. Han Muye recalled the scene of Master Mo Yuan pointing with his hands behind his back.
The Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords was actually a technique used by a Heavenly Realm cultivator.
Perhaps this is the path of the Sword Dao? he thought.
The Sword Art Hidden Void was made of 48 Sword Pills that transformed into a Heavenly Cycle Sword Formation. Such a sword technique consumed too much energy and was difficult to be passed down in the future.
On the other hand, Daoist Chongyun’s sword technique was flawless, simple, and agile. The consumption was not that terrifying.
“Hum—”
Just as the third batch of 10 high-grade spiritual rocks that he used was exhausted, the sword pill shook and jumped slightly in Han Muye’s dantian, spinning unsteadily.
Sword Pill Refinement complete!
The moment the sword pill was cleansed, a phantom appeared in Han Muye’s divine treasure.
“Thank you, young friend.”
It was the white-bearded, white-robed Daoist Chongyun.
“Dayan is my beloved sword. I’ll give it to you today. I hope you can use it well.”
“I’ve already reincarnated and cultivated with Little Friend Chongxiao. Perhaps when we meet again next year, we can still have another opportunity.”
After the white-bearded Daoist finished speaking, he bowed to Han Muye and then dispersed.
This was not a remnant soul, but a great cultivator’s method. Only a soul shadow was left behind.
He didn’t expect Lin Chongxiao and Daoist Chongyun to have a chance to reincarnate and cultivate again. He wondered where they were reborn and if they would really be fated to meet again.
“Hum—”
The scene in his mind dissipated. The Sword Pill in his dantian trembled slightly and instantly appeared in front of Han Muye.
Then the sword pill that was the size of a pigeon egg bloomed like a lotus flower and transformed into a three-foot-long dazzling green flying sword.
Looking at the flying sword flying silently in the big house, Han Muye smiled.
With this sword, the Earth Realm could fight.
If he could increase his cultivation to the Earth Realm, he would be invincible in the Earth Realm with this sword!
With a raise of his hand, the flying sword landed in his palm and dissipated, returning to his dantian to be nurtured.
This Sword Tamer really consumed a lot of spiritual energy and sword qi.
Just now, flying in the void for a moment had consumed dozens of spiritual rocks and 10 sword qi.
Ordinary people really couldn’t control this flying sword.
However, such consumption was really nothing to Han Muye.
He did not lack spiritual rocks or sword qi.
However, the consumption of his soul power gave him a headache.
He hoped that he could go to Mushen City and find medicinal pills from the Mu family’s patriarch that could nourish his soul.
Spiritual energy cultivation was also good for pills. Although the spiritual energy produced by spiritual rocks was dense, it was too harmful to the meridians. It was not as gentle as the spiritual energy of supreme-grade Cloud Qi Pills.
After straightening his clothes, Han Muye walked to the door and reached out to open it.
“Han Nineteen greets Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters.”
Looking at the five figures in front of the door, Han Muye chuckled and cupped his hands.
The five people at the door nodded. They raised their hands and cupped them in return.
“Su Eighteen.”
“Qi Thirteen.”
“Lu Ten.”
“Song Nine.”
“Li Three.”