Chapter 27

When he returned to the Sword Pavilion, Huang Lao Liu was tidying up the books on the table.

Seeing Han Muye come back, he grinned and then placed two spirit stones on the table.

"Did you make a sale today, Brother Liu?" Han Muye smiled and reached out to pick up the two spirit stones.

He now had three high-grade spirit stones, and he didn't even have a single low-grade one left.

"Today was good; two inner disciples came to collect their swords." Huang Lao Liu's face showed a hint of pride as he said with a chuckle.

Collecting swords meant receiving tributes, and those who observed the swords shared the spirit stones. This was an unwritten rule in the Sword Pavilion.

It just depended on the observer's own ability to get how many.

Huang Lao Liu could give Han Muye two spirit stones, so he must have at least five or six left. This income was certainly something to be happy about.

"Brother Liu, I want to go down the mountain for a few days," Han Muye said in a low voice after putting away the spirit stones.

Go down the mountain?

Huang Lao Liu looked at Han Muye, and a knowing expression flashed across his face.

This guy, he's really quick. He's already planning to go down the mountain with that Mu junior sister to do something good?

On the mountain, many things are not very convenient.

Like, dual cultivation.

"Sure, how many days? If the Ancestor asks, I'll report it," Huang Lao Liu smiled and asked.

"Five or six days," Han Muye calculated, thinking it would take about that long for the round trip.

"You young people are so lucky," Huang Lao Liu glanced at Han Muye's gray temples, shook his head, and walked back to his room.

Han Muye felt that Huang Lao Liu must have misunderstood something, but he didn't bother to explain.

He returned to his room, observed the sword intent in his qi sea, and then recalled the body cultivation techniques and sword techniques he had practiced.

Strangely, when he held the Mo Yuan longsword today, he felt a sense of resistance from the sword.

He hadn't comprehended anything.

He didn't know why this was happening.

The next morning, Han Muye placed an exquisite Yun Qi Pill and three fine Yun Qi Pills on the wooden bed in his room, then quietly left.

If his lifespan was really over, he would give these Yun Qi Pills to Huang Lao Liu as a token of their acquaintance.

Leaving the Sword Pavilion, he looked eastward at the fish-belly white sky, took a deep breath, adjusted the Ziyuan Sword on his back, and walked briskly toward the mountain gate.

Along the way, he encountered outer disciples in blue robes and servant disciples in gray robes who bowed to him.

Because he was wearing the white robe of an inner disciple.

When he reached the mountain gate, Mo Yuan hadn't arrived yet.

However, many outer disciples and servants were coming and going.

Listening to their discussions, it seemed that there were visitors from another sect today, and they were setting up the square in front of the mountain gate to welcome them.

"Smash!"

A loud crack, and a flower pot held by a servant in a gray robe shattered.

"Are you blind?" A low shout, and an outer disciple beside the servant angrily kicked him in the back.

The servant stumbled, did a somersault, and fell to the ground.

The spot was not far from Han Muye.

Han Muye, who was originally too lazy to get involved, looked down and saw the servant's face. A smile flashed across his face, and he took a few steps forward, extending his hand.

"Brother Lu."

The one who fell to the ground was none other than Lu Gao, the servant who had led Han Muye into the Nine Profound Sword Sect.

Lu Gao looked up, saw Han Muye in the white robe, and was slightly stunned. He instinctively got up and bowed.

Servants had the lowest status in the sect. Not to mention inner disciples in white robes, even outer disciples could order them around.

"Lu Gao greets Senior Brother."

After saying this, Lu Gao secretly raised his head to look at Han Muye.

His gaze fell on Han Muye's face, and he was stunned again: "Brother Han, Brother Han..."

The two of them reminiscing, the surrounding outer and servant disciples also noticed.

Hearing Lu Gao call Han Muye brother, the outer disciple who had kicked him turned pale.

"Wow, Lu Gao has a brother in the inner sect?" A servant in a gray robe whispered, his face full of envy.

"I haven't heard of it before, I wonder how close they are," someone else looked at Han Muye and Lu Gao, trying to guess their relationship.

"This servant actually has an inner disciple as a patron. Sun Santong really kicked a hard board this time," not far away, an outer disciple in a blue robe whispered.

"Senior Brother, please forgive me. I didn't mean to kick Brother Lu. It's just that the task is urgent," the outer disciple named Sun Santong hurriedly stepped forward, bowed to Han Muye, and explained, sweating profusely.

He wasn't stupid. If Han Muye asked or Lu Gao reported it, Han Muye would punish him to save face.

It was better to admit his mistake first.

Han Muye didn't look at him, just at Lu Gao. "Brother Lu, are you hurt?"

His attitude greatly surprised Lu Gao.

He knew that Han Muye was an observer in the Sword Pavilion, not a truly powerful inner disciple, but others didn't know that!

In the sect, they only recognized the robes.

Today, Han Muye, wearing the white robe of an inner disciple, was kind to him. In the future, others would look at him differently.

"No, no, I'm fine." Lu Gao patted the dust off his clothes and said with a smile.

Han Muye nodded and turned to see a carriage already at the mountain gate, with two outer disciples in blue robes following behind, walking briskly.

The carriage stopped, and the two tall horses snorted, their hooves tapping on the stone slabs.

"That's enough, you don't need to see me off," a hoarse voice came from the carriage.

It was Mo Yuan.

The two people behind the carriage exchanged glances, sighed lightly, and one of them bowed. "Senior Brother, may you have a safe journey."

The other said, "Senior Brother, take care."

From inside the carriage, Mo Yuan lightly acknowledged.

Han Muye squinted and looked at the carriage.

Mo Yuan had spent two hundred years in the outer sect, but only two people came to see him off.

The scene was truly bleak.

He took a few steps forward and leaped onto the front of the carriage.

"Thank you for seeing me off." Turning his head, he threw two pills.

The two outer disciples in blue robes were stunned and instinctively caught them.

"Wow—"

"These are fine Yun Qi Pills!"

The two exclaimed in surprise and then bowed to Han Muye. "Thank you, Senior Brother."

A fine Yun Qi Pill cost three hundred spirit stones, which an outer disciple couldn't earn in several years without eating or drinking.

Han Muye pulled the reins, and the carriage slowly moved forward.

When he passed Lu Gao, he casually threw the last fine Yun Qi Pill in the jade bottle to him.

"Brother Lu, I'll treat you to a drink when I come back."

Lu Gao reached out to catch the jade bottle and tightly clutched it.

"Sure, a drink, a drink..."

His lips trembled, and his shoulders shook involuntarily.

A fine Yun Qi Pill was like a windfall for him!

The two outer disciples who also received the reward bowed to Lu Gao. "I am Luo Cheng, I am Qin Yi, may I know the name of Junior Brother?"

Lu Gao hurriedly bowed. "Lu Gao greets the two Senior Brothers."

The two nodded and smiled as they left.

This was a nodding acquaintance.

With this connection, they might help him in the future.

All of this was due to one person.

Everyone looked at the carriage moving forward.

A gentle breeze lifted the curtain of the carriage, revealing a figure in a blue robe with a white beard.

"Blue robe, either an outer disciple or an elder, wow—"

Someone whispered, turning to look at the grinning Lu Gao, even more envious.

An inner disciple driving the carriage could only be an elder!

This inner disciple was so close to an elder, traveling together!

"Senior Brother Lu, we should be closer in the future!"

"Senior Brother Lu, let me carry these flowers for you, you rest."

"Senior Brother Lu, are you thirsty? I have some high-quality Qinghua dew."

...

A group of outer disciples in blue robes and servant disciples in gray robes gathered around.

The most eager among them was Sun Santong, who had kicked Lu Gao earlier.

Lu Gao bowed to everyone and looked up at the departing carriage.

"Kid, when you come to my hometown, will you pretend to be my disciple?"

From inside the carriage, Mo Yuan suddenly spoke.

"Don't worry, I won't let you do it for nothing."