Chapter 3

Dual cultivation?

Is it meat or vegetable?

Beautiful?

Han Muye opened his eyes, somewhat disappointed.

In front of him, there was only a three-foot-long sword lying horizontally, its light dim.

He sighed, turned over, and continued to sleep.

Sword?

His whole body shuddered, and he jumped up, no longer feeling the slightest bit sleepy.

"Sir, would you like to practice dual cultivation?"

The clear and elegant voice came again.

Han Muye huddled on the wooden bed and said in a low voice, "Practicing dual cultivation with a sword, wouldn't that make me a despicable person?"

"Do you see me as just a sword?" the elegant voice exclaimed in surprise.

"Black iron for the blade, the sword body is two feet and eight inches long, the hilt is made of bronze with cloud patterns, and there are three blood threads intertwined."

"The sword weighs nine catties and five taels, and the blood groove on the blade is half an inch deep."

"The sword body is forged with the thousand-hammering and condensing method, and the quenching is done with—"

Han Muye's voice suddenly paused.

A scene appeared before his eyes.

A long sword, forged through thousands of hammerings, was clamped with iron tongs and slowly inserted into the heart of a green-robed girl.

"The girl's heart blood for quenching, this method is not the orthodox way of sword forging, is it..." Han Muye muttered softly.

Understanding of blood quenching.

The long sword trembled slightly, and a faint sword light flickered, as if it were an emotional fluctuation. Then the sword tip turned and stabbed towards Han Muye's chest.

At that moment, a hoarse cough came from the next room.

The long sword clattered onto the wooden bed.

"What are you doing at this hour? Go to sleep." Huang Laoliu's voice came.

Han Muye, drenched in cold sweat, reached out and gripped the hilt of the sword in front of him.

"Boom—"

A series of scenes unfolded in his mind.

A young man in white, his sword light like a dragon, each stroke carrying a piercing cold light.

On the sword tip, blood bloomed.

One life after another was reaped.

"Yun'er, hand over Yun'er!"

The young man roared, his sword moving so fast it was just a blur.

He fought from the foot of the mountain to the top, finally being stopped by an old man in a hemp robe.

"Heh heh, the eighth outer disciple of the Nine Profound Sword Sect, indeed has some skills."

The old man's face turned cold, and a long-handled battle knife appeared in his hand.

"Are you looking for her?"

The old man pointed forward, where a green-robed girl with tears on her face was shaking her head at the young man.

"Yun'er! Let go of my sister—"

The young man roared and leaped up.

But his movement was stopped by a short sword pressed against the girl's neck.

"Ji Yuan, hand over your sword."

"Otherwise, you will only get her corpse." The masked man beside the girl said calmly.

"Brother, run—"

"Don't worry about me—"

The girl was in tears.

"Isn't this the Xuan Yang Sword you want?" The young man, Ji Yuan, scanned the old man in the hemp robe and then looked at the black-robed man in front of him. "Take it."

He raised his hand and threw the long sword.

The moment he threw the sword, the old man in the hemp robe leaped out, his long knife chopping down at Ji Yuan.

Without his sword, the young man was defeated step by step, and finally fell off the cliff.

Ji Yuan fell off the cliff, the green-robed girl's eyes filled with despair. The black-robed masked man stepped forward, grabbed the sword Ji Yuan had thrown, and his eyes turned cold.

"This is not the Xuan Yang Sword!"

"How is that possible? Without the Xuan Yang Sword, how could he kill the Snow Spirit Fox?" The old man in the hemp robe's expression changed.

"Could it be that he really relied on his sword talent to cultivate?"

The black-robed masked man snorted and grabbed the green-robed girl, walking away.

The subsequent scenes repeated the process of using the girl's heart blood to quench the long sword.

But the sword being quenched was the one Ji Yuan had thrown.

This sword, which had slain a fox demon, was remelted and quenched again with the girl's heart blood.

The sword carried the fox demon's cunning and the girl's resentment.

Therefore, this sword would absorb human blood and qi.

The scene before Han Muye's eyes dissipated, and a breath of energy from the sword entered his body.

Unlike the faint energy from the sword during the day, this time the energy was thick and long-lasting, flowing through his body's meridians and finally settling into silence.

He could feel subtle changes in his body, but he couldn't quite describe them.

"Xuan Yuan Sword Technique, One Leaf."

Closing his eyes, the sword technique Ji Yuan had used finally solidified and transformed into a single, repetitive move.

This move was called One Leaf.

"Why is this sword in the Sword Pavilion?"

"Is Ji Yuan alive or dead?"

Looking at the sword in his hand, Han Muye's mind was filled with questions.

The next day, when he walked out of the meditation room, Huang Laoliu saw Han Muye, looked him up and down, and was full of suspicion.

"Not bad, you weren't drained last night."

Han Muye in front of him was radiant, without a trace of fatigue.

Han Muye smiled and bowed. "Thank you, Brother Liu, for your help."

"That sword..."

"Just return it later." Huang Laoliu waved his hand and muttered as he walked, "Seems like a tough one, maybe he can really stay in the Sword Pavilion for a long time..."

In the morning, Huang Laoliu instructed Han Muye to guard the Sword Pavilion while he went down the mountain to get some wine.

According to Huang Laoliu, not drinking a bit of wine would make it impossible to sleep at night.

After Huang Laoliu left, Han Muye looked at the swords on the wooden racks, his eyes shining.

He walked over, reached out, and gently pulled the hilt of a sword.

Unlike the sword that didn't budge yesterday, this sword "clanked" as it was pulled out, its blade gleaming with a cold light.

A sense of familiarity came from the sword.

This feeling was mysterious, all coming from the energy infused into his body last night.

It seemed that as the energy flowed through his body, the sword regarded him as a family member.

"The sword is three feet and one inch long, weighs thirteen catties and eight taels, the blade is four inches wide, and two inches thick."

"Forged with the thousand-hammering method, quenched with water from a thousand-year-old cold pond."

Holding the sword, Han Muye extended his arm slightly.

"Whoosh—"

The sword blade trembled, like a green leaf drifting aimlessly, swirling and swirling.

Before this leaf, the opponent had nowhere to apply force and could not capture its trace.

Xuan Yuan Sword Technique, One Leaf.

This was the sword technique Han Muye had understood from the sword last night.

"Because of my maxed-out comprehension, I not only understood this move but also grasped its essence, so I can use this move more unpredictably than Ji Yuan?"

Han Muye could feel that even Ji Yuan couldn't perform this move as he did.

Unfortunately, he had no cultivation, and with only the sword technique, he would likely have his sword cut in half before he could even strike in a real fight.

All martial arts are invincible, only speed can break through, without cultivation, speed and power cannot be fully displayed.

However, cultivation is not urgent. Having infiltrated the Nine Profound Sword Sect, would there be no opportunity to cultivate?

Sheathing the sword, Han Muye reached out and gripped the hilt of another sword.

One by one, the swords were pulled out, and he could see through all the secrets hidden in them.

Unconsciously, a faint energy was infused into his body.

He also understood several methods of forging swords.

These swords were unused, with no traces of cultivation from their owners.

Perhaps, the used swords would have something to offer?

Han Muye looked up and walked to the front of the wooden racks. In the morning, he had placed the sword from the room at the front.

Around that sword, there should be used swords.

"Disciple Jiang Han, here to receive a sword."

Suddenly, a voice came from the entrance of the Sword Pavilion.

A disciple receiving a sword?

This was one of the main businesses of the Sword Pavilion.

According to Huang Laoliu, it was also the most profitable.

Han Muye turned and walked to the pavilion entrance, bowed his head, and said calmly, "Sword Pavilion rules, before receiving a sword, one must bathe, change clothes, burn incense, and fast for ten days."

"To receive a sword—"

He paused, waved his hand, and said, "Come in."

At the stone steps, a disciple in a blue robe held out his hands, palm up, with three crystal-clear spirit stones.