Chapter 100

"It's Brother Han!"

"Brother Han has arrived!"

Jiang Han.

Zhao Youzhi.

Tang Ming.

...

Han Muye walked over with a smile, extending his hand and saying, "Such a great victory today, why is there no wine?"

"There is! There is wine!" Sun Dayong rubbed his hands and turned to take out a small wine jar.

"Sun Dayong, you said yesterday that the wine was finished!" Jiang Han scolded, but his face was full of smiles.

"Brother Han, why are you here?" Zhao Youzhi looked at Han Muye and spoke softly.

As soon as he asked, everyone froze.

Tang Ming, standing beside him, sighed softly and said, "Brother Han must be here for the Sword Pavilion Elder, right?"

Sword Pavilion Elder.

Today, the Sword Pavilion Elder's single sword strike left everyone in awe.

But that one strike was the culmination of the Elder's lifelong cultivation.

From now on, the Sword Pavilion Elder would be an old, mortal man.

Everyone looked at each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

Han Muye stepped forward, laughed heartily, and took the wine jar from Sun Dayong.

"We, the sword cultivators, seek only the freedom of a single sword. To be able to cut down the Supreme Elder of the Tai Ling Sword Sect with one sword, the Sword Pavilion Elder's strike was worth it."

"Isn't the Sword Pavilion Elder's sixty years of cultivation all for this one strike?"

He raised the wine jar and gestured to everyone, "Let's celebrate today's great victory."

As he spoke, he tilted his head, raised the wine jar, and took a big gulp, then passed it forward.

Someone took it and drank a mouthful.

One by one, hands reached out, took the wine jar, and drank a big mouthful.

After a round, the wine jar was empty.

"No more wine?"

"I have some."

"I have some."

"Damn, you all hide it so well."

...

When Han Muye woke up, he was in a creaking carriage.

He tried to recall, but only remembered drinking and boasting with the disciples of the Nine Profound Sword Sect.

He seemed to have also practiced the Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source technique taught by Mo Yuan, shouting about opening a path for the ordinary sword cultivators of the world.

"Awake?"

"Your Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source last night was quite impressive, almost splitting half of Deer Garden Mountain."

The Sword Pavilion Elder's gentle voice sounded, and Han Muye's body trembled as he sat up.

"Here, this is what Mo Yuan gave you."

"He went to the East Sea, saying he would definitely return within a hundred years."

The Sword Pavilion Elder extended his hand, and in his palm was a dark ring.

A spatial ring.

Two spirit weapons, 300,000 spirit stones.

Various spirit materials and medicines, taking up about three feet of space.

The ring's space was roughly half a square meter.

With a divine sense, one could retrieve items from the ring.

"I've checked, all the items are worth a million spirit stones."

"Your wealth now surpasses most of the elders on Nine Profound Mountain."

The Sword Pavilion Elder's voice carried a hint of emotion.

There weren't many elders on Nine Profound Mountain whose cultivation and combat power could match Mo Yuan, and even fewer who had the ability to destroy sects.

This time, the one who gained the most from the destruction of the Three Qin Sword Sect was probably Mo Yuan.

Sitting up straight, Han Muye looked outside the carriage, feeling somewhat regretful.

Last night, his emotions were too chaotic, and he drank too much, missing the chance to see off Master Mo Yuan.

As the carriage moved forward, Han Muye studied the ring on his hand, and the Sword Pavilion Elder occasionally guided him on how to use divine sense to store and retrieve items.

According to the Sword Pavilion Elder, personal items could be stored in the ring, but the most handy sword should never be placed inside.

High cultivators could seal spatial powers.

Moreover, in a sword cultivator's battle, life and death could be decided in an instant. Distracting one's divine sense to retrieve a sword from the ring was a death sentence.

"Study Mo Yuan's Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source well. If you can use it to unleash a soul sword," the Sword Pavilion Elder's face showed a hint of longing as he said softly, "perhaps it could injure a Heavenly Realm cultivator."

Using the Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source technique to drive a soul sword.

Han Muye nodded.

He had deduced that it was feasible.

On the road, disciples occasionally reported news.

The news of the Deer Garden Mountain battle spread faster than their journey.

They had only traveled a few hundred miles, but the leaders and elders of sects under the Nine Profound Sword Sect, hundreds of miles away, were already welcoming the Sword Pavilion Elder.

"Cheng Zhanghe of the Dusk Cloud Sword Sect leads his disciples to pay respects to the High Elder of the Sword Pavilion of the Nine Profound Sword Sect."

"The Elder's might, cutting down a half-step Heavenly Realm, has shaken the world."

The blue-robed Daoist standing in front of the carriage had a fawning face, and the disciples behind him looked reverent.

This was the fifth welcoming party.

"Cheng Zhanghe, you are too polite."

"We need to return to the Sword Sect, so we won't stay long."

"If you are willing, you can lead your disciples to assist Elder Su Yuan of our Sword Sect in suppressing the rebels."

The Sword Pavilion Elder spoke calmly, his voice carrying authority.

Cheng Zhanghe bowed hurriedly in response.

The visits from sects along the way were just to show their stance, not to truly form a close relationship with the Sword Pavilion Elder.

After half an hour, the Nine Profound Sword Sect's convoy continued forward.

These dozens of large carts, with a few carrying people, mostly carried treasures obtained from the Three Qin Sword Sect.

The foundation of a sect lay in these treasures.

The carts and the warhorses pulling them were enhanced with formations and talismans, capable of traveling a thousand miles a day.

At noon, a disciple reported urgently.

Shocking news.

The Tai Ling Sword Sect and the Feng Ling Sword Sect had merged.

The two Supreme Elders of the Tai Ling Sword Sect became Supreme Elders of the Feng Ling Sword Sect, and all disciples were integrated.

The original Tai Ling Sword Sect's sect leader and several Earth Realm elders were missing.

"What a 'missing'..." On the carriage, the Sword Pavilion Elder's face was calm as he spoke softly.

Was it possible for the sect leader of one of the Nine Sects of the Western Border and several Earth Realm experts to all go missing?

"Is the merger of the Tai Ling Sword Sect and the Feng Ling Sword Sect the reason why Mu Teyang fought to the death?" Han Muye looked at the Sword Pavilion Elder and asked.

The Sword Pavilion Elder shook his head and then nodded.

"Unless it was a life-threatening disaster, the Tai Ling Sword Sect and Mu Teyang would not have made such a choice."

A life-threatening disaster.

Was it like the choice the Nine Profound Sword Sect made this time?

The Nine Profound Sword Sect faced the end of the ten-thousand-year demon suppression period. What disaster did the Tai Ling Sword Sect face?

Han Muye recalled what Mu Teyang's residual soul had said: if he could survive the Sword Pavilion Elder's strike, he could prevent the Tai Ling Sword Sect from being merged.

Unfortunately, he died.

"Full speed ahead!"

At this moment, the Sword Pavilion Elder suddenly shouted.

The entire convoy immediately accelerated.

"The Feng Ling Sword Sect has merged with the Tai Ling Sword Sect. The first thing they will do is to avenge Mu Teyang." The Sword Pavilion Elder narrowed his eyes and looked at Han Muye, who was sitting in front of him.

The Feng Ling Sword Sect needed to reassure people.

The best way was to avenge Mu Teyang and kill the High Elder Gao Changgong of the Nine Profound Sword Sect's Sword Pavilion.

"Kid, remember to protect yourself."

The Sword Pavilion Elder's body emitted an unusual aura, and his gaze turned to the distance.

The Nine Sects of the Western Border had become eight, and one of the four major sword sects was gone.

This major event was completed with the Sword Pavilion Elder's single strike.

Only now did Han Muye deeply feel the importance of great cultivators.

Every word and action of these great cultivators affected the entire Western Border.

The lives of countless people hung in the balance with their every decision.

In the carriage, Han Muye reached out and gripped the hilt of the broken sword hidden in his sleeve.

A stream of sword qi quietly infused the blade.

After a few breaths, in his mind, Mu Teyang's residual soul condensed.

Han Muye spoke directly, "The Tai Ling Sword Sect has merged with the Feng Ling Sword Sect."

The newly condensed residual soul was stunned, standing there, his face showing a hint of shock, then a deep sorrow.

"Indeed..."

"Good, good."

Mu Teyang's residual soul muttered to himself, lowering his head.

"The Tai Ling Sword Sect's sect leader and several Earth Realm elders are missing." Han Muye added.