To Han Muye, sacrificing and contributing to the sect was acceptable.
After all, he and the Nine Mystic Sword Sect were in the same boat.
However, Tang Second would not agree to letting Huang Six lead those cultivators and wait for them to train in the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.
Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, sacrificing a little for the sect was nothing.
Moreover, if Huang Six could take in more than 10 cultivators, it would be a great contribution to the sect. The sect would definitely not treat him badly.
However, in Han Muye’s opinion, he followed his heart as a cultivator.
Huang Six wanted to save his sixth sister-in-law. How could he stay?
If Huang Six cared about the sect’s rewards, he would have long cultivated Patriarch Tao Ran’s cultivation technique.
If Tang Second wanted pills, he could give them to him.
He would not stop Huang Six.
When they returned to the Sword Pavilion, Lu Gao, Yang Mingxuan, and the others saw that Han Muye’s expression was not very good.
“Brother Lu, go and tell Storeowner Bai to send the spiritual herbs over quickly.” After saying this, Han Muye went straight to the third floor of the Sword Pavilion.
He sat cross-legged in front of the long table with the Mystic Sun Sword resting on his knees.
Stroking his sword, Han Muye’s eyes lit up.
“We sword cultivators seek pleasure in our hearts. If we scheme too much, we will lose our edge.”
He slowly closed his eyes, and sharp sword lights intertwined on his body.
But with a sharp sword in hand, what was there to fear?
…
A day later, countless sword lights flew up from the Nine Mystic Mountain.
The elders of the Sword Battle Hall headed to Fengshou Mountain under the lead of the Golden Lineage Grand Elder, Lu Hao.
All the disciples of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect who were fighting with the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect reorganized on the spot and then headed to the Fengshou Mountain to receive Elder Lu Hao’s command.
Two days later, sword lights flew out from the Nine Mystic Mountain.
The former number one expert of the inner sect, the new elder Tang Chi, led 300 inner sect experts and brought a large number of resources to Changming Mountain.
Changming Mountain was the southernmost place under the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.
Along with Tang Chi was the decree issued by the Sword Pavilion.
All the factions under the Nine Mystic Sword Sect were on standby, waiting for Elder Tang Chi to reorganize them.
Accompanying this order was the mission of the Sword Pavilion to take out 100,000 merit points and 100 spiritual weapons as rewards.
100,000 merit points were worth 10 million spiritual rocks.
A hundred spiritual weapons were worth tens of millions.
The Nine Mystic Mountain had recently destroyed the Three Qin Sword Sect, destroyed the Taixuan Sword Sect, and attacked the Wind Spirit Sword Sect’s camp. They had gained a lot along the way.
Otherwise, they wouldn’t have dared to offer such a generous reward.
Such a generous reward naturally attracted countless cultivators.
Three days after Tang Chi left the mountain, more than 30,000 cultivators had gathered.
…
In the Sword Pavilion, there was a loud bang. Han Muye raised his hand and put away the three pills in front of him.
Spiritual light flashed, and auspicious clouds covered the sky.
At this moment, there were 10 jade bottles in front of him, each containing three Immortal Grade Pills.
Bai Suzhen had delivered 10 sets of spiritual herbs needed for the sixth-grade Perfect Divine Pill. At this moment, he had finally finished refining them.
The Perfect Divine Pill was a pill needed to condense a Golden Core at the peak of the Spirit Awakening Realm.
This pill could allow the power of the soul to surge in an instant, greatly increasing the success rate of forming the core.
A Perfect Divine Pill was worth 500,000 spiritual rocks.
Exquisite, supreme-grade, and double the price.
Immortal items were not available in the Western Frontier in the past.
According to the agreement with Bai Suzhen, Han Muye needed to give her eight pills.
However, Han Muye waved his hand and distributed three jade bottles.
Three jade bottles, nine pills.
Walking downstairs, he handed the three jade bottles to Yang Mingxuan.
“Jiang Ming, give the pills to Storeowner Bai. Ask her to send a message to Sixth Brother for me.”
Han Muye narrowed his eyes and said softly, “Tell Sixth Brother that I’m on the Nine Mystic Mountain.”
Yang Mingxuan nodded, took the pills, and went to Suzhen Store in the small market.
Han Muye turned around and handed a small jade bottle to Jiang Ming.
“Jiang Ming, send this pill to the medical hall.”
Although Han Muye was very famous in the Nine Mystic Mountain’s Alchemy Dao, other than Elder Su Liang, no one had really seen the Immortal Grade Pill he refined.
This time, he took out three Immortal Grade Pills to show the Nine Mystic Mountain his alchemy strength.
How many people in the Western Frontier could refine an Immortal Grade Pill?
Outside the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye had the ability to refine pills. He wanted to see who dared to look down on him on the Nine Mystic Mountain.
Jiang Ming took the pill and went to the medical hall.
Han Muye returned to the Sword Pavilion and took out a linen cloth to wipe the swords.
After wiping 10 or so swords, there was a commotion at the door.
“Outside the Sword Gate, no noise is allowed.” Lu Gao’s rough voice sounded.
“Don’t come unless you’re receiving or giving a sword.”
“Senior Brother, we’re here to receive our sword.” A voice at the door replied.
“Yes, we’re here to receive our sword.”
“We are retrieving the sword that’s temporarily placed here.”
“That’s right. We want to bring our master’s sword back to the Three Lake Pavilion.”
There was a commotion at the door.
Three Lake Pavilion?
Han Muye put down his sword and walked out of the Sword Pavilion.
Outside the Sword Pavilion, seven or eight disciples in white clothes were gathered.
“Senior Brother Han.” Seeing Han Muye come out, the inner sect disciple in the lead cupped his hands and said loudly, “Senior Brother Han, we’re here to receive the sword of the Three Lake Pavilion’s elder, Xu Haosheng.”
Su Chengyun, an elite disciple of the Three Lake Pavilion.
Han Muye nodded and said lightly, “I remember you guys were here last time.
The original agreement was to wait for the mission to be completed and decide who to give this sword to according to their relationship.”
Su Chengyun cupped his fists. “Senior Brother Han is right.”
“However, Master’s last disciple, Yang Shao, has betrayed the sect and is no longer qualified to receive the sword. We unanimously decided to retrieve Master’s sword and pursue Yang Shao.”
Yang Shao betrayed the sect?
Han Muye stood on the stone steps without speaking.
“Senior Brother Han, Yang Shao betrayed the sect. He colluded with a family under the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect and saved the family at the critical moment. He went all the way east. We suspect that he took advantage of this family and wants to join another sect.”
A burly man with thick black eyebrows said loudly, “In betraying the sect, he naturally doesn’t have the right to receive Master’s sword.”
Han Muye nodded.
Seeing Han Muye nod, Su Chengyun and the others were delighted, but Han Muye said calmly, “Then we’ll wait for him to come back.”
With that, he turned and walked into the Sword Pavilion.
Wait, who?
Yang Shao?
Waiting for Yang Shao to return?
No, didn’t Yang Shao betray the Sword Sect?
Everyone standing in front of the Sword Pavilion was dumbfounded.
“Senior Brother Su, what… what does this mean?” A disciple asked in a low voice.
How the hell should I know?
Su Chengyun glared at him and turned around. “Senior Brother Han means that we’ll come back to receive the sword after we find Yang Shao.”
Find?
How?
That guy had already run away…
“Senior Brother is right. No matter if Yang Shao is dead or alive, he is Master’s disciple. If he betrays the sect, he has to be escorted to the Sword Pavilion and kneel in front of Master’s sword to kowtow.”
The burly man from before shouted with a righteous expression.
The others nodded.
No wonder Senior Brother Han from the Sword Pavilion said that he would wait for him to return.
So he wanted to bring Yang Shao back.
Whoever brought Yang Shao back would definitely be able to obtain this master’s sword.
Su Chengyun nodded with a dark expression and turned to leave.
What else could he do but leave?
The Sword Pavilion was like that. When you couldn’t get what you wanted, you had nothing to do with them.
However, if he really requested for the Sword Pavilion, he would have to follow the rules.
Han Muye, who had returned to the Sword Pavilion to wipe the swords, shook his head and stopped paying attention to what was happening outside.
Since Yang Shao was willing to fulfill his master’s last wish, he would just keep Xu Haosheng’s sword for him.
He wondered if Yang Shao would be able to go to the East Sea smoothly and if he would have a chance to return to the Western Frontier.
These things depended on luck.
No one could be sure about the matters of the cultivation world.
Instead of caring about others, it was better to do your own thing and improve your cultivation.
On the first floor of the Sword Pavilion, in front of the wooden frame, Han Muye held his sword in his hand, and the linen cloth gently brushed against the edge of the sword.
The sword vibrated, as if it was very happy.
At this moment, the sword qi in his body kept surging. Sword qi poured into the sword in his hand and replaced the sword qi that he had nurtured in the sword.
The cold sword qi followed his meridians and slowly entered his dantian before being refined.
On the first level of the Sword Pavilion, nearly 5,000 swords were nourishing the sword qi.
Every three or two days, Han Muye could collect a batch of sword qi.
Nurturing the sword qi like this could not only increase the quality of the sword, but also allow Han Muye to quickly nurture a large amount of sword qi.
A sword intent required 128,000 sword qi to condense. After a few times, one could condense a sword intent.
It was easier for Han Muye to refine such sword intent.
He only stopped when he felt a tearing pain in his dantian.
After returning to the third level, he began to carefully refine his sword qi.
In his dantian, the first sword intent that he had condensed was only 30,000 sword qi away from forming.
If he could continue cultivating in the Sword Pavilion, he would be able to condense the first sword intent in his dantian in less than three months.
The spiritual energy in his dantian was already full. Soon he would be able to reach the ninth level of Qi Condensation.
At this moment, his dantian space was already hundreds of feet wide. It was like a huge lake filled with spiritual energy.
This dantian was even wider than an ordinary third level Foundation Establishment cultivator.
Now Han Muye rarely meditated and absorbed spiritual energy, because outside the spiritual land, if he wanted to fill his dantian, he had to meditate for at least a month without sleep.
He cultivated with spiritual rocks and pills.
A high-grade spiritual rock could replenish 30% of his spiritual energy.
It was just that spiritual rocks replenished spiritual energy and damaged his meridians. Most of the time, he used immortal-grade pills and supreme-grade pills to nourish his spiritual energy.
As long as it was not consumed in battle, it was enough for him to slowly improve.
The sword qi in his dantian was filled with spiritual energy, and the sword pill suppressed it. In his Qi Sea, 18 sword intents intertwined.
Out of the 18 sword intents, two sword intents that were about to form sword momentum were in the middle, while the other sword intents revolved.
Even if these sword intents were consumables for the time being and could only be consumed in battle and could not be used repeatedly, it would still allow him to become an 18-sword intent expert.
With the power in his Qi Sea and dantian, Han Muye dared to fight against those above the Earth Realm Meridian Opening Realm, Spirit Awakening Realm, and even Core Formation Realm.
As for the sword of the soul in the divine treasure, it gave him the courage to challenge those above the fifth level of Core Formation.
Although the soul sword had yet to condense, it was already extremely dense.
What would it be like to use the Sword Pill with the Sword of Soul?
Han Muye didn’t even dare to think about it.
If he could fuse his dantian, Qi Sea, and divine treasures into a sword core, how strong would he be?
What if he could fuse the Sword Pill into the sword bone and form a Sword Dao Nascent Soul?
The Great Dao could be looked forward to.
When Yang Mingxuan and Jiang Ming returned, they would report what they had done.
Bai Suzhen promised to help Han Muye pass the news to Huang Six and even asked Yang Mingxuan to bring back dozens of high-grade spiritual rocks.
Han Muye was consuming spiritual rocks very quickly now, and he was struggling to make ends meet.
With these dozens of high-grade spiritual rocks, he did not have to worry about spiritual rocks.
Jiang Ming brought back 20 high-grade spiritual rocks from the medical hall.
There was also an invitation from Elder Sun Ce to Han Muye to teach alchemy in the medical hall.
This invitation meant that the medical hall was starting to take it seriously.
“If you demonstrate alchemy, will they give us spiritual rocks?” Han Muye turned to look at Jiang Ming and asked curiously.
Jiang Ming shook his head and said, “They often thank us, but didn’t mention the spiritual rocks.”
“Then why did you go?”
Hearing Han Muye’s words, Jiang Ming’s eyes lit up. He said in a low voice, “Although I don’t have any spiritual rocks to take, there are so many spiritual herbs for me to test. I won’t lose out.”
Can you settle scores like that?
Han Muye felt that what Jiang Ming said made sense.
“Brother Jiang, it’s because Fairy Jin Yuan brings gifts every time she comes. You can’t reject her, right?” Lu Gao, who was sitting at the side, suddenly said.
Yang Mingxuan also nodded. “I think so too.”
Jiang Ming opened his mouth and blushed.
“Is Senior Brother Han from the Sword Pavilion here? Elder Tuoba Cheng from Three Stones House sends for you, please.”
A voice could be heard in front of the Sword Pavilion.
Tuoba Cheng?
Is he out of seclusion?
Han Muye strode out of the Sword Pavilion and saw a disciple of the Three Stones House standing at the bottom of the stone steps. He bowed and said, “Senior Brother Han, Master has come out of seclusion. Please go.”