Chapter 1

The Heavenly Profound World.

Western Border.

Nine Profound Mountain.

Outside the Nine Profound Sword Sect's gate.

"I have a very high level of enlightenment, Senior, please give me a chance!"

On the green and white jade square, Han Muye grabbed the arm of the Daoist in front of him and said in a low voice.

Hearing his words, the Daoist flicked his sleeve, scanned the surroundings, and then sneered, "You can look around, who here doesn't claim to have extraordinary enlightenment?"

Han Muye turned his head and saw only cold eyes and mocking expressions.

The Nine Profound Sword Sect was one of the nine sects in the Western Border. Who wouldn't be confident in their own talent and enlightenment when coming to Nine Profound Mountain to seek a master?

Han Muye was truly on the verge of tears.

His enlightenment was really very high.

The benefit of crossing over from Earth to this world was that his enlightenment was at the maximum level.

But in the cultivation talent test just now, he was rated as the lowest grade, a ninth-grade talent.

A ninth-grade talent, also known as a waste spirit root, meant that even after a hundred years of cultivation, there was no hope of reaching the Foundation Establishment stage.

No matter how good his enlightenment, paired with such a poor cultivation talent, he was still a waste.

So he was mercilessly eliminated by the Nine Profound Sword Sect.

The Heavenly Profound World was a cultivation world. Ordinary people who could not cultivate were like ants.

Ants could not be looked at by the strong.

At this moment, no one on the green and white jade square paid any more attention to Han Muye.

The sun rose, reached its zenith, and then began to set.

The number of people on the green and white jade square gradually decreased.

Those with sufficient talent entered the mountain gate joyfully.

Those with insufficient talent left the mountain early while it was still light.

Their dreams of cultivation were shattered for life.

Looking at the luminous mountain gate ahead, Han Muye clenched his fists tightly.

He just needed one chance.

A chance to cultivate.

As long as he could join a cultivation sect, with his maximum enlightenment, he could definitely soar to great heights.

To join the Nine Profound Sword Sect, he had waited here for half a year.

But now all his hopes had turned to nothing.

Should he go to another sect?

The Nine Profound Sword Sect wouldn't accept a ninth-grade talent, and neither would any other sect.

Moreover, the nearest other cultivation sect was ten thousand miles away. Han Muye didn't think he could survive the journey without any cultivation.

His eyes scanned the green and white jade square, and suddenly he saw a glimmer of hope. He took a few steps forward and lifted a large redwood chair.

The chair was incredibly heavy, making him grit his teeth and grimace.

But he still used all his strength to move it toward the mountain gate.

Beside him, a few people in gray robes were moving the tables and chairs that had been used for the recruitment.

"Slap—"

Just as Han Muye reached the mountain gate, a large hand slapped the chair he was carrying.

The chair fell to the ground, and Han Muye stumbled.

"Boy, do you know? Without wearing this robe, you don't even have the资格 to move chairs."

A man, eight feet tall and as strong as a bull, sneered and pointed to his gray robe, then reached out and grabbed the chair Han Muye was carrying, turning to walk into the mountain gate.

Pfft, a laborer doing rough work, acting so superior.

But at this moment, he really was superior.

Han Muye hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed the leg of the chair.

The man turned his head, his eyes filled with a fierce look: "Boy, if you cause any more trouble—"

His words were cut off by a flash of spiritual light in Han Muye's palm.

It was half a spirit stone.

Spirit stones were the hard currency used by cultivators in the Heavenly Profound World, essential for cultivation, shopping, travel, and even fighting.

The cultivation world valued four essential elements: wealth, law, companions, and land, with wealth being the first.

Han Muye gave the man a meaningful look.

The man looked around and nodded slightly. The two of them pulled the chair to a corner of the mountain gate.

"Brother, I just want to join the Nine Profound Sword Sect."

He had to come up with a reason to stay.

Han Muye handed over the half spirit stone and said in a low voice, "I have enemies, and they are waiting for me at the foot of the mountain. If I go down, I will die."

The Heavenly Profound World had places where the law was upheld, but not in the Western Border.

In the Western Border, the law was the strength of one's fists.

Many people were killed on the way for offending others.

The man nodded and reached out to grab the half spirit stone Han Muye offered.

"Hmm?"

The man looked up at Han Muye, who was tightly holding the spirit stone.

Han Muye smiled and nodded.

"Hmm."

This half spirit stone was earned by setting up a stall and performing tricks at the foot of the mountain for half a year. How could he give it away so easily?

In his previous life, he had encountered too many people who took money but didn't do the job. Now, Han Muye wouldn't let go until he saw results.

The man looked at the half spirit stone in Han Muye's hand, which he couldn't pull away, and after a moment's thought, said in a low voice, "You just want to get into the Nine Profound Sword Sect, right?"

Han Muye nodded quickly.

He didn't expect much help from this laborer.

Just getting into the mountain gate would be enough.

As long as he got in, with his enlightenment, he could make some progress even by force.

"Alright, the Sword Pavilion is short of a sword observer. I'll take you there."

Sword Pavilion?

The name sounded impressive!

Sword observer?

What kind of job was this?

Carrying the chair with the man named Lu Gao, Han Muye finally got his wish and stepped into the mountain gate of the Nine Profound Sword Sect.

Taking a deep breath, Han Muye felt as if the rich spiritual energy permeated his chest, lungs, and heart.

"This is the taste of spiritual energy..."

He squinted his eyes, imagining the spiritual energy flowing through his meridians.

"Enough, there's only spiritual energy in the secret places on the back of Nine Profound Mountain. This breath you took is no different from the foot of the mountain."

"Moreover, even a first-grade heavenly spirit root would probably not be able to smell the spiritual energy."

Lu Gao's words cut off Han Muye's excitement.

Putting the chair in the warehouse, Lu Gao led Han Muye along the mountain path to a pavilion not far away.

Under the glow of the setting sun, the pavilion seemed to be enveloped in a golden light.

From a distance, Lu Gao stopped.

"Here is the Sword Pavilion. Look for a man named Huang Lao Liu at the gate. He will arrange your job as a sword observer."

Lu Gao said, reaching out his hand again.

Han Muye handed him the half spirit stone and bowed, saying, "Brother Lu is a good person. When I settle in a few days, I'll treat you to a drink."

Lu Gao grinned, "Go on, go on."

Han Muye walked briskly toward the Sword Pavilion.

Behind him, Lu Gao bit the half spirit stone, then rubbed it on his face.

"Good person? Good people don't live long."

"Boy, the next time we drink, it will probably be your farewell drink."

Muttering to himself, Lu Gao put the spirit stone in his pocket and turned to leave, as if he didn't want to look at the Sword Pavilion any longer.

Han Muye was now standing outside the Sword Pavilion.

Looking up, he saw a four-story building, rare in its grandeur.

And up close, the Sword Pavilion seemed to emit a faint chill, making him shiver.

"The Sword Pavilion closes at sunset. Come back tomorrow to receive the sword."

Before Han Muye could step onto the nine-layer stone steps in front of the pavilion, an old voice came from the closed gate.

Is this Huang Lao Liu?

Han Muye stood outside the gate and clasped his hands, "Senior, I am here to work as a sword observer, as arranged by the labor hall."

As he spoke, the gate creaked open.

An old man with gray hair and a wrinkled, shriveled face looked at Han Muye, sizing him up, and then said with a drooping eye, "The Sword Pavilion houses ten thousand swords, and the sword qi can harm people."

"Without cultivation, you won't survive a year here."

"Are you here to die?"