Chapter 33

A few miles outside the Mo family mansion, many people stopped in their tracks.

"Such a profound sword intent, it's solidified directly, shaking one's soul," a gray-robed old man murmured, his face full of emotion.

"Such sword intent makes one invincible at the same level," a black-robed middle-aged man whispered, then shook his head and said, "Originally, the Mo family's marriage to the Sun family brought disaster, but I didn't expect..."

"Let's go, with such a powerful figure guarding the Mo family, the Nine Profound Sword Sect won't cause them trouble," another black-robed person turned and left.

"This person's sword aura is grand and his sword intent solidified, surpassing Qin Yuanhe. There's no need to look further, it's not him."

Outside the Mo family mansion, a group of powerful figures quietly retreated.

The Mo family was unaware that they had just narrowly escaped a crisis.

In front of the mansion, the resonance of all the swords dissipated, and Xu Linjin, the executive of the Sword Battle Hall of the Nine Profound Sword Sect, straightened his back and looked at Mo Yunteng.

"Lord Mo, since this senior is going to seclude himself temporarily, we won't disturb him."

"We still need to pursue the evil doer Qin Yuanhe of the Tai Ling Sword Sect."

Xu Linjin's words made Mo Yunteng pause.

Why did the Nine Profound Sword Sect stop at the gate and not enter?

Seeing his confusion, Xu Linjin smiled and clasped his hands. "Lord Mo, rest assured, the Nine Profound Sword Sect will send someone to visit. The Sword Battle Hall is responsible for pursuit and combat, and we have other tasks."

With that, he bowed to the mansion and turned to leave.

Watching the Nine Profound Sword Sect members depart, Mo Yunteng was shaken, feeling cold sweat all over his body.

The Sword Battle Hall is only responsible for killing. What did they come to the Mo family for?

He turned to look at the back of the mansion, his eyes filled with respect.

No wonder the Old Ancestor of Ten Thousand Swords warned with his sword intent.

If it weren't for his intervention, the Nine Profound Sword Sect might have had ill intentions.

At that moment, in the back of the mansion, a figure with a restrained divine light and surging sword intent stood in a room, his face full of emotion.

"Murong, are you really going back to the Sword Pavilion?"

He was now at the Condensing Qi stage, with several hundred years of life left, and his sword intent could challenge a Earth Realm expert.

At this moment, he was a powerful Earth Realm expert!

If Han Muye were willing to cultivate under him, he would teach him wholeheartedly, helping him become a sword master.

But Han Muye refused, wanting to return to the Nine Profound Sword Sect and the Sword Pavilion to be a sword observer.

"Master, the sword aura I condensed all comes from the Sword Pavilion. The method you taught for refining sword aura is more convenient to practice there," Han Muye said softly.

Hearing Han Muye mention the sword aura, Mo Yuan nodded.

If it weren't for Han Muye's sword intent and the supreme elixir that opened his dantian, he would have exhausted his lifespan by now.

"Very well." Mo Yuan looked at Han Muye and handed him the longsword Qingming. "The only thing I can pass on to you is the Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source."

"If you return to the Nine Profound Sword Sect and need help, come find me."

"I will never forget our master-disciple bond."

Whether it was passing on the Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source or extending his lifespan, allowing him to continue cultivating, Han Muye's kindness to Mo Yuan was immeasurable.

"Take care, Master." Han Muye took the longsword Qingming, clasped his hands, and left the room.

Mo Yuan watched him go, sighing softly.

He no longer needed a sword in his hand.

As Han Muye once said, without a sword in hand, but with a sword in heart.

Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source, without a single sword in hand, but with ten thousand swords in heart.

"Since that's the case, I will live here as the Old Ancestor of Ten Thousand Swords and continue my cultivation."

"Perhaps in a hundred years, the Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source will be renowned in the world."

Mo Yuan's eyes shone with uncontainable passion.

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Driving the carriage back to the Nine Profound Sword Sect, Han Muye's speed was much faster.

In less than half a day, he had already traveled over two hundred miles.

Unfortunately, the treasure sought by the San Qin Sword Sect and the Tai Ling Sword Sect was nowhere to be found.

According to the bride, Miss Sun, it was a black-sheathed longsword, one of the Sun family's dowries.

There were some suspicious elements in this matter, but Han Muye didn't want to get involved.

With Mo Yuan in seclusion in Greenwood Town, the Mo family would be safe.

At dusk, he set up a campfire in a sheltered area of the mountain, then placed the dry rations he carried on the fire to roast.

Sitting in front of the fire, Han Muye took out a jade bottle.

This was the bottle containing the elixir that extended his lifespan.

One elixir, one year of lifespan.

According to the calculations of Elder Suliang and the female cultivator Jinyuan, Han Muye's lifespan should have been exhausted by now.

But Han Muye not only didn't feel his lifespan depleting, but his body felt much lighter.

"It seems dispersing two sword intents indeed alleviates the depletion of lifespan," Han Muye murmured, his eyes bright.

Today, he first used one sword intent to directly perform the Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Source, and then gave another sword intent to Mo Yuan.

With two fewer sword intents in his dantian, his lifespan had actually recovered somewhat.

"Hey, in this desolate mountain, I can still find a hot meal, not bad." Suddenly, a voice came, and Han Muye put away the jade bottle.

Turning around, he saw a middle-aged swordsman in a green robe, with a short beard and bright eyes, walking over.

The swordsman sat in front of Han Muye, took the steamed bun from the fire, and said, "Huh, it's thoroughly heated."

He stuffed the bun into his mouth without hesitation and looked at Han Muye.

"Got any wine?"

Han Muye shook his head.

"Go, find some wine," the middle-aged swordsman waved his hand casually.

Han Muye remained seated.

"Boy, didn't you hear me?" Seeing Han Muye not moving, the middle-aged swordsman glared and growled, "Do you want to die?"

Han Muye's face remained unchanged, and he said calmly, "If I bring you wine, will you not kill me?"

"You've been hiding under the carriage all the way from Greenwood Town, traveling over two hundred miles, just to kill me?"

The middle-aged swordsman's face changed dramatically, and he took a few steps back, his eyes fixed on Han Muye.

"Good boy, no wonder that old monster in Greenwood Town protected you, you do have some skills."

He sneered, placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, and said, "I'll let you die with your eyes open. I am Qin—"

Before he could finish, Han Muye stood up and pointed at him. "Qin Yuanhe, Zhou Yan considered you a brother, why did you kill him?"

Qin Yuanhe.

This was Qin Yuanhe of the Tai Ling Sword Sect, the one the Nine Profound Sword Sect was pursuing!

"Bullshit, why would I kill Zhou Yan—" Qin Yuanhe's face showed anger, and his longsword "clanged" out of its sheath.

But while his movements were fast, Han Muye's were even faster!

"Whoosh—"

Suddenly, the fire in the middle of the two of them shot up, and a dark red sword aura burst forth!

From Han Muye's body, two sword lights, one green and one red, emerged, carrying unyielding sword intent, and directly struck Qin Yuanhe.

"Two sword intents!"

"How is that possible!"

Qin Yuanhe's eyes widened as he used his longsword to block the green sword intent, while the red sword intent exploded, turning into countless sword auras that enveloped him.

"Scatter—"

Qin Yuanhe roared, and the sword light on his sword turned into hundreds of sword auras, colliding with the green and red sword auras in front of him.

But no matter how strong his sword intent was, it couldn't withstand the onslaught of the two sword intents. In a few moments, his body was already cut by the red sword auras.

"Slash—"

Qin Yuanhe raised his longsword and fiercely struck the green sword intent in front of him, then used the rebound to retreat ten paces.

"Clang—"

The longsword, rebounding into the air, fell to the ground.

The two longswords, one green and one red, hovered above the fire, gently spinning.

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