Chapter 15

For a sword cultivator, the sword they carry is a treasure, comparable to a companion on the path.

Ordinary people shouldn’t even think about touching it.

When Han Muye asked for the long sword at the young man’s waist, the young man’s expression changed.

After a moment of hesitation, he raised his hand, drew the sword, and then reversed the blade, offering the hilt to Han Muye.

Han Muye reached out to take the sword, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

“The sword is named Yuliu, it is three feet and three inches long, and weighs eight catties and two taels.”

“A three-foot sword with this weight, the forging technique and the spiritual materials used are not bad.”

Han Muye’s words made the young man’s eyes light up.

To be able to distinguish the weight and length of a sword so accurately upon taking it in hand, this skill was impressive.

“I used one tael of light iron in this sword,” the young man said softly.

Light iron?

One tael of light iron can turn a long sword into a semi-spiritual weapon; it seems this thing is a treasure.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes, and a scene of the sword being forged appeared in his mind.

The forging technique used was the hundred-fold forging method, using black iron mixed with a piece of bluish-gray spiritual material, hammered and refined a thousand times.

This forging technique is called the initial forging of a spiritual weapon.

It is a common method used to forge long swords suitable for sword cultivators from the Qi Condensation stage to the Foundation Establishment stage. In the first floor of the Sword Pavilion, many sword weapons are forged using this method.

Actually, such sword weapons are semi-finished products, known as semi-spiritual weapons, and still belong to the category of ordinary items.

To use them for a long time, once the sword cultivator’s cultivation reaches the Earth Realm, they can refine the sword with their own spiritual energy, enhancing its spirituality, and ultimately transforming it into a spiritual weapon.

Spiritual weapons, the sword weapons stored on the second floor of the Sword Pavilion, can be wielded by Earth Realm experts to fly through the air and split sword light, with endless uses and immense power.

The scene changed, and Han Muye saw the young man standing before a large river, continuously practicing sword techniques.

The sword light was clear and bright, precisely the Second Profound Sword Technique, Bi Bo.

The light in the scene was dazzling, and to Han Muye, the young man’s sword technique was not bad.

But it seemed to be missing something.

Han Muye held the sword, reversed his palm, and gently extended the blade forward.

This move was much slower than the young man’s practice in the scene.

The young man, who was about to speak, suddenly changed his expression and stared intently at the sword in Han Muye’s hand.

The sword light flickered gently, neither fast nor slow, always restrained.

To the young man, this restraint was the essence of the Bi Bo technique.

His master had once said when demonstrating the technique, “The cold pond’s green waves should be like clouds and mist.”

“This Bi Bo sword technique emphasizes calmness, with no ripples in the water.”

Han Muye spoke softly, then gently tapped the sword, and the sword light rippled like water, light at first and heavy afterward.

So that’s how it is!

When I practiced the sword over the river, the ripples dissipated all the force, completely lacking the feeling of still water and restrained power.

A look of surprise flashed across the young man’s face. He raised his hand in a salute, about to speak, but Han Muye sheathed the sword and said calmly, “This is just the first level of the Bi Bo sword technique.”

The first level?

What does that mean?

A look of confusion appeared on the young man’s face.

When his master taught the sword technique, he didn’t mention a second level of the Bi Bo sword technique.

Han Muye pointed the sword lightly and said, “Watch carefully—”

The sword light shone brilliantly, like a dragon rising from the waves, stirring up a thousand ripples!

The young man felt endless waves surging toward him, and he couldn’t help but cry out, retreating several steps until his back hit the wall of the quiet room, finally stopping.

When he focused again, he saw only a long sword lying horizontally before him.

Han Muye lightly tapped the sword hilt and offered the hilt to him.

Silently taking the sword, the young man sheathed it and bowed to Han Muye, “Yang Shao thanks Senior Brother for your guidance.”

As he spoke, he held out five pale golden finger-length jade tokens to Han Muye.

These were the merit tokens of the Nine Profound Sword Sect, each worth a hundred spirit stones.

Han Muye took the merit tokens and turned to leave. At the door, he paused and said softly, “Actually, the Bi Bo sword technique has a third level.”

Before Yang Shao could react, he had already left the quiet room.

“Another level?”

“How can the Second Profound Sword Technique have a third level…?”

Yang Shao looked at the quietly closed door of the quiet room, a look of confusion on his face.

“Right, who is this Senior Brother? His sword technique has reached the point where he can make the light feel heavy and the heavy feel light, and can display the essence without infusing spiritual energy.”

“Could he be a newly appointed direct disciple?”

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Han Muye’s face showed a hint of a smile as he walked out of the quiet room.

Business should be done for the long term. Just this Bi Bo technique alone might make him a fortune.

The Bi Bo sword technique is a Second Profound Sword Technique, and it is already rare for it to have two levels. The third level should not exist.

Han Muye mentioned the third level because he had comprehended the technique three times while cleaning the swords in the Sword Pavilion.

After three comprehensions, he had another insight and deduced the third level of the Bi Bo sword technique.

The first level is calm water, the second level is a thousand ripples, and the third level returns to the essence, standing firm and unmoving.

Han Muye walked to the front desk and returned the doorplate of Quiet Room No. 73 and two blank books.

The middle-aged man in a green robe stood up, took the doorplate and the *Iron Ox Technique*, and smiled, “Senior Brother, the *Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source* is not a technique of the Demonstration Pavilion.”

Not a technique of the Demonstration Pavilion?

Indeed, the *Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source* is so powerful that it shouldn’t be something an ordinary inner disciple can practice.

“Then, where does Elder Mo Yuan reside in the sect? I forgot to ask just now,” Han Muye asked.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man in the green robe smiled and said, “What elder?”

“Mo Yuan, the first person in the outer sect, has been in our Nine Profound Sword Sect for almost two hundred years.”

He laughed and shook his head, “When I say the first person in the outer sect, I don’t mean he is the strongest in the outer sect, but that he has the longest tenure.”

The outer sect?

Not an elder, just an old man who has been in the outer sect for two hundred years?

That demeanor, that finger extending as if the sky were collapsing without changing his expression, is just an outer sect disciple?

“It’s said that he had good potential when he first started cultivating, but something went wrong, and he insisted on studying a sword technique that encompasses all things.”

“Look, after two hundred years, he still hasn’t condensed his qi.”

“Perhaps his lifespan is nearly over.”

The middle-aged man in the green robe shook his head and looked at the *Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source* in Han Muye’s hand, “This technique is a fraud. A disciple who never enters the inner sect, what good technique can he create?”

Spending two hundred years, never condensing his qi, and creating this *Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source*.

Han Muye looked at the book in his hand, feeling its weight.

He gently put the book away and turned to leave.

“Senior Brother, would you be willing to take on tasks in the Demonstration Pavilion?”

The middle-aged man in the green robe called out from behind.

Han Muye turned around and said indifferently, “What kind of tasks?”

“Answering cultivation questions for disciples in the Demonstration Pavilion. Not only will you receive payment, but for every ten questions answered, the Demonstration Pavilion will reward you with five merit points.”

The middle-aged man in the green robe smiled, “Just now, Senior Brother Yang Shao was very satisfied with your answer and is willing to add three more merit points.”

As he spoke, he handed over three merit tokens.

Is that possible?

Han Muye took the merit tokens.

Three hundred spirit stones, not taking them would be foolish.

“Answering cultivation questions is fine, but I don’t want my identity to be known by others.” Han Muye said as he put away the merit tokens.

“Easy,” the middle-aged man in the green robe smiled, “There are many disciples and even elders in the sect who don’t want their identities revealed when taking on tasks. They all use pseudonyms and wear masks.”

He pointed forward, “Look, that’s one of them.”

Han Muye turned to look and indeed saw a man in a long robe with a bronze mask entering a quiet room.

“Alright, I’ll take the task.” Han Muye nodded and left.