Chapter 10

The next morning, when Han Muye woke up, he found a short sword on his bed.

The sword was no more than two feet and eight inches long, gleaming with a green light.

When he reached out to grip the hilt, Han Muye was slightly taken aback.

Purple Flame.

This was the old sword, Purple Flame, that was rusted and worn from yesterday.

But now, Purple Flame had completely changed its appearance; if it were seen by an outsider, it would be unrecognizable.

The sword itself was ordinary, but when he gripped the hilt, Han Muye could feel the intense, fiery energy within the blade, resonating with the sword qi in his body.

A warm sensation spread from his arm throughout his body.

"Are you, wanting to follow me?"

Murmuring to himself, Han Muye took the sword and walked to the small courtyard, beginning to practice his sword techniques.

Dozens of sword techniques flashed through his sword tip.

The sword light was sometimes heavy, sometimes light, sometimes fiery, and sometimes icy.

If an outsider were to practice such a variety of sword techniques with different realms and powers, their body and meridians would likely be torn to shreds.

But in Han Muye's hands, the sword techniques changed freely and flowed smoothly without any obstruction.

The various sword qi in his illusory space followed his sword techniques, constantly changing and moving through his meridians.

This feeling was extremely comfortable.

Old Huang Liuliu, who had come to the small courtyard, watched for a while and then shook his head.

He couldn't understand what Han Muye was doing with the sword.

Of course, he wouldn't try to stop Han Muye.

In Old Huang Liuliu's view, Han Muye had less than three months to live, so let him do as he pleased.

In the morning, with no one coming to the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye pestered Old Huang Liuliu to tell him stories about the cultivation world.

Old Huang Liuliu had been in the Sword Pavilion for more than seven years and had heard many stories about the cultivation world in the Nine Profound Sword Sect.

For example, which cultivation sects practiced sword dao in the Western Border, which ones were enemies of the Nine Profound Sword Sect, and which ones were allies.

And in the Western Border, who had the highest cultivation, and which sects were the most likely to cause trouble behind the scenes.

True or false, these stories were like the gossip of the cultivation world, and Han Muye listened with great interest.

He felt that this cultivation world was also filled with human emotions and desires, and the dust of the mortal world.

After talking about the cultivation world, Han Muye pestered Old Huang Liuliu to talk about the Nine Profound Sword Sect.

Old Huang Liuliu yawned repeatedly but couldn't resist Han Muye's persistence, so he had to tell him about the various elders, direct disciples, and elites of the sect.

"As long as you don't offend these people, we sword observers don't need to look at anyone's face in the sect."

"Anyway, we are just a bunch of doomed people, so there's nothing to be afraid of."

Yawning and standing up, Old Huang Liuliu shook his head and said, "I'm going to sleep. I expended a lot of energy polishing the swords yesterday."

Saying this, he turned to look at Han Muye, a hint of curiosity on his face. "Why do you look so good?"

Indeed, at this moment, Han Muye's face was rosy, with no sign of fatigue.

After all, he had been injured by sword qi yesterday and was almost half-dead.

When he said this, Han Muye himself was also puzzled.

"Maybe it's the effect of the high-quality solidifying pill." Before Han Muye could figure it out, Old Huang Liuliu had already come up with a reason.

"I'll get a high-quality solidifying pill next month when I receive my salary."

Old Huang Liuliu said this as he turned back to his meditation room.

Han Muye shook his head, stood up, and went to the wooden rack where the long swords were placed.

He reached out and gently drew the hilt of a long sword.

The sword hummed lightly, as if it were happy.

Taking a piece of hemp cloth, Han Muye wiped the sword blade, then returned it to its sheath.

During the process of wiping the sword, he could clearly feel the sword qi in his body infusing into the sword blade, and the sword qi in the sword seeping into his body.

The sword, infused with sword qi, became even clearer, and his body gained a thread of sword qi.

A win-win situation.

Walking to the wooden rack, Han Muye began to wipe the long swords that Old Huang Liuliu had wiped yesterday.

Since he had nothing else to do, wiping the swords could also gain him some sword qi, and encountering used swords could help him understand sword techniques.

Unconsciously, half a day passed, and he had already wiped over a hundred long swords, during which he had also comprehended three sword techniques.

The sword techniques contained in the low-rank disciples' swords were often repetitive.

But in the process of comprehension, Han Muye's understanding varied based on the different techniques used by different people.

For example, the Xuan Yuan Sword Technique, One Leaf, could be used like a withered leaf drifting lightly, or like a new sprout full of vitality.

Wiping the swords and cross-referencing the techniques, Han Muye's understanding of sword techniques deepened.

"Old Huang Liuliu!"

While wiping the swords, a voice came from the entrance of the Sword Pavilion.

Han Muye turned around and saw a young man in an inner disciple's white robe standing there, looking around.

Is there business?

"Cough, cough," Han Muye cleared his throat, took a few steps forward, and said sternly, "In the Nine Profound Sword Sect's Sword Pavilion, no loud noise is allowed."

The young man was taken aback and sized up Han Muye.

"Not Old Huang Liuliu? When did the Sword Pavilion get a new person?" he muttered, then extended his hand and handed a hemp cloth package to Han Muye.

"New here?"

"I'm here to exchange a sword."

Exchange a sword?

There was a rule in the Sword Pavilion for exchanging swords, but it required significant contributions to the sect or a written recommendation from an elder.

Han Muye frowned, took the hemp cloth package, and opened it, his expression changing.

Inside the hemp cloth was a broken sword.

The sword was broken into several pieces, with many notches.

When he gripped the hilt, images came from the broken sword.

A young man in a white robe held a long sword, his expression cold and stern.

He thrust the sword at the green stone wall in front of him, each thrust hitting a specific spot.

The Two Profound Sword Technique, Point Gold.

Understanding this technique, Han Muye frowned even more.

The Point Gold technique required stopping at the point of contact; the sword tip didn't need to actually touch the green stone.

But the sword in front of him not only had a broken tip but also many notches on the blade.

"How did this sword break?"

Han Muye asked in a deep voice.

"Huh, kid, are you overstepping?" The young man who came to exchange the sword raised an eyebrow and said in a low voice, "Just exchange the sword."

Han Muye sat down at the long table and spread his hands. "If you don't tell me how the sword broke, how can I exchange it for you?"

Hearing this, the young man sneered. "This sword was broken by Senior Brother Luo Tian. If you don't exchange it, I'll report it."

Luo Tian?

Han Muye thought for a moment and shook his head.

Not an elder or a direct disciple.

So it's fine.

Seeing Han Muye shake his head, the young man's face darkened, and he looked at Han Muye with a mix of anger and amusement. "Good, good, new kid, don't fall into my hands."

Saying this, he reached for the short sword on the table.

Han Muye raised his hand to block him and said calmly, "A damaged sword, once it enters the Sword Pavilion, must be registered for destruction."

"You—!" The young man's hand stopped in mid-air, pointing at Han Muye and gritting his teeth. "Kid, this sword belongs to Senior Brother Luo Tian—"

"Even if it were the sect leader's sword, it would still need to be registered when it enters the Sword Pavilion." Han Muye opened a book and quickly wrote with a brush.

"Inner disciple Luo Tian damaged a sword without cause, now recorded in the Sword Pavilion."

After writing, he looked up and asked, "What's your name?"

The young man was taken aback and asked uncertainly, "What for?"

Han Muye's face showed a hint of a smile as he said softly, "Anyone who damages a sword without cause is not allowed to enter the Sword Pavilion for three years, and the merit required to exchange a sword after three years is doubled."

"What's your name? I'll write it down too."

The young man's expression changed, and he threw his sleeve and turned to leave.

Han Muye smiled and added two words to the book where he had just written.

Purple Flame.