Chapter 19

In Han Muye's mind, scenes began to unfold.

Beneath the green pines and emerald bamboos, a young Taoist in a blue robe held a long sword, each stroke of the sword flowing and repeating.

The sword technique was smooth and simple.

From youth to middle age, and then to gray hair and beard.

The sword light continuously crisscrossed, evolving from simplicity to complexity, and then back to simplicity.

He comprehended the Profound Origin Sword Technique, the Golden Thread.

He comprehended the First Profound Sword Technique, the Golden Fusion.

He comprehended the Second Profound Sword Technique, the Golden Point.

He comprehended the Third Profound Sword Technique, the Golden Shatter.

Except for the Second Profound Sword Technique, Golden Point, the other golden sword techniques were newly comprehended.

It was evident that the owner of this sword practiced the golden lineage of sword techniques and had profound sword skills.

However, was a Territorial Realm expert only proficient in the Third Profound Sword Technique?

With his cultivation, he should at least have mastered the Fourth Profound Sword Technique.

Han Muye carried the sword upstairs, suddenly pausing in his steps.

In the scene in his mind, the originally simple sword technique of the Taoist suddenly became sharp, with every move changing drastically.

The sword moves were filled with killing intent.

He comprehended the Four Spirits Sword Technique of the Great Spirit Sword Sect, the Clear Killing.

The sword technique of the Great Spirit Sword Sect!

Wasn't this the sect that was hostile to the Nine Profound Sword Gate?

Didn't the War Sword Hall's Zhou Yan, the steward, die at the hands of someone from the Great Spirit Sword Sect?

"Our Great Spirit Sword Sect's sword techniques emphasize the refinement of spirit, energy, and vitality more than yours in the Nine Profound Sword Gate. Therefore, by practicing our sword techniques, you have a chance to break through."

"Rest assured, no one in this world will know that you practiced the Great Spirit Sword Sect's sword techniques."

"Are we not brothers? Would I harm you?"

In the scene, a young Taoist with a short beard smiled and spoke.

The sword light in his hand shone, precisely the Clear Killing of the Four Spirits Sword Technique.

"Qin Yuanhe, the thing you seek is in the Sword Pavilion. Once I break through, I will help you obtain it."

"From now on, we will be even."

An aged voice carried a hint of hesitation, ultimately turning and leaving.

The scene ended there.

Qin Yuanhe?

The expert of the Great Spirit Sword Sect who killed Zhou Yan, the steward?

What were they seeking?

Was the item in the Sword Pavilion taken away?

With Zhou Yan's death, what was the hidden agenda behind the conflict between the Nine Profound Sword Gate and the Great Spirit Sword Sect?

After seeing the scene, Han Muye had even more doubts.

A sharp aura flowed from his palm into his body.

The sword qi indeed harmed the body, and at this moment, he realized it.

He could feel his meridians as if they were being scraped by a blade, the pain piercing his heart and chest.

In an instant, a green and icy sword intent from the illusory space penetrated his meridians, soothing the pain.

Could sword qi harm the body, but also nourish it?

With too little knowledge about sword qi, Han Muye didn't know if this was good or bad.

A golden sword qi landed in the illusory space.

On this sword qi, there were also threads of blue-black sword qi intertwined.

This sword qi seemed to be short of the 128,000 count required to condense into a sword intent, making it slightly weaker compared to the other fourteen sword intents in the illusory space.

At this moment, Han Muye had already stepped onto the second floor of the Sword Pavilion, standing before rows of wooden racks.

An endless sharp and cold aura rushed towards him.

The sword qi on the second floor of the Sword Pavilion was far more sharp and cold than on the first floor!

Two green ox shadows appeared around him.

But before they could solidify, they were shattered by the sword qi.

The sword qi rushed into his body, as if trying to tear him apart!

Run!

If he didn't run, he would be killed by the sword qi!

Such a thought arose in Han Muye's mind.

A voice seemed to urge him to turn and flee.

But his steps did not move at all.

Gripping the long sword tightly, Han Muye's eyes glowed with determination.

The fiery red sword intent in his chest's illusory space exploded.

A scorching aura surged through his body, filling his meridians and limbs instantly, and wisps of flame-like aura drifted from Han Muye's body.

On the second floor, the sword weapons resonated.

All the sword qi rushing towards him dissipated.

"Truly a bunch of mischievous little fellows..."

As the flames subsided, his limbs and meridians ached, and Han Muye shook his head, muttering.

Clearly, the sword weapons on the second floor of the Sword Pavilion were not only sharp but also fierce, unlike the gentle ones on the first floor.

To gain the recognition of these sword weapons, he had to demonstrate his strength.

The sword intent of Elder Tao Ran was proof of his strength.

As he moved forward, no more sword qi attacked him, as if they had become obedient.

Finding an empty spot, Han Muye placed the long sword he was holding.

"Number 5869, Mingfeng."

Zhou Yan's sword, Mingfeng.

Turning around, he walked back.

After a few steps, he suddenly paused and slowly turned around.

Looking at the rows of wooden racks, Han Muye smiled.

Without being summoned by the Sword Pavilion's elder, one could not ascend to the second floor until they had served as a sword observer for ten years.

This time, ascending to the second floor of the Sword Pavilion was a good opportunity!

Raising his hand, he pressed the hilt of a long sword.

"Clang—"

The long sword was drawn.

Scenes flashed in Han Muye's mind.

One by one, sword techniques were comprehended.

He raised his hand and gripped the hilt of another long sword.

...

When Han Muye woke up, it was already noon.

Opening his eyes, he saw the wall of the quiet room and the anxious face of Huang Lao Liu.

"Sixth Brother..."

Slowly sitting up, he felt his body sore and his head buzzing, as if the world was spinning.

"Lie down, lie down." Huang Lao Liu quickly pressed Han Muye down.

"Ah, the sword qi on the second floor is really too fierce..." Huang Lao Liu couldn't bear to look at Han Muye's face and turned away.

"You rest well." Patting Han Muye's shoulder, Huang Lao Liu turned and walked out.

On the wooden bed, Han Muye slowly sat up, recalling the situation earlier, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

He had underestimated these sword weapons.

Cultivation, life, joy, and sorrow, all were insights.

On the first floor of the Sword Pavilion, he hadn't felt it, but on the second floor, each sword with an owner was the life of a Territorial Realm expert.

The sword qi was secondary; the precious scenes of each sword cultivator's life were stored within the swords.

Just now, when Han Muye comprehended the tenth sword, his mind suddenly ached, and he lost consciousness.

Now, he realized that it must have been due to comprehending too much in a short time, and his mental strength was insufficient.

"Those who know nothing are fearless..."

Sighing softly, he slowly got up from the bed.

In the future, he must make up for his lack of cultivation knowledge.

Otherwise, he wouldn't even know how he died.

Standing at the door of the quiet room, Han Muye's pale face showed a smile.

Danger often comes with rewards.

At this moment, ten brilliant sword intents had appeared in his chest's illusory space, slowly rotating around the central fiery red sword intent.

In addition to the sword intents, he had comprehended the sword techniques of ten Territorial Realm experts.

Five Fourth Profound Sword Techniques.

Thirteen Third Profound Sword Techniques.

Thirty Second Profound Sword Techniques.

Eighty-two First Profound Sword Techniques.

Five Profound Origin Sword Techniques.

Those Territorial Realm experts had almost forgotten the Profound Origin Sword Techniques.

Han Muye walked out of the quiet room, and Huang Lao Liu, who was sitting at the long table, looked up.

"You, didn't I tell you to rest?"

Han Muye shook his head and said softly, "I'm going to the Alchemy Hall."

He had promised Mu Wan to help her comprehend alchemy techniques.

Huang Lao Liu opened his mouth, then nodded, "Alright, go."

He added, "Do you have enough spirit stones?"

Han Muye smiled and looked at him, "Sixth Brother, are you still lending me spirit stones? Aren't you afraid I won't have the chance to pay you back?"