Chapter 36

It was Bai Suzhen who sent the two main ingredients needed to refine the elixir for extending one’s lifespan.

This Bai Shopkeeper is truly remarkable, able to easily find such treasures.

From this, it seems that even if I don’t find a way to solve the lifespan issue, I still have a chance to survive.

However, what this Bai Shopkeeper is plotting is probably not a good thing. This medicine is somewhat hot to handle.

Putting the spiritual medicine aside, Han Muye picked up a bronze plaque engraved with three mountain stones.

This is the token sent by Zhao Pu.

It seems that the research on the Iron Ox Stance cultivation technique has made some progress.

This cultivation technique is no longer the most important thing for Han Muye, but he feels that the Iron Ox Stance is not as simple as it appears on the surface.

When he has time, he should go and ask Zhao Pu about the situation.

If the Iron Ox Stance can be cultivated, he will further deduce its potential.

At the bottom of the wooden box, there was a letter with elegant handwriting on the envelope.

Han Muye smiled lightly as he picked up the envelope.

Is this a love letter?

I wonder what Mu Wan will write to me?

Han Muye felt a mix of curiosity and nervousness.

How long has it been since I felt the sensation of being in love?

Carefully tearing open the envelope and unfolding the letter, his brows slowly furrowed.

After finishing the letter, he sighed deeply, carefully folded the envelope, and put it back in the wooden box.

In the letter, Mu Wan said she had left the Nine Profound Sword Sect and gone to a sect called Linghua Pavilion.

It is a sect mainly composed of female cultivators and excels in alchemy.

She said she felt helpless about Han Muye’s lifespan issue and felt guilty, so she decided to go to Linghua Pavilion.

She also said that once she can refine the elixir to extend lifespan, she will come to see Han Muye.

Finally, Mu Wan advised Han Muye to cultivate diligently, and with his comprehension, he would surely achieve great success.

She also said not to worry about romantic matters and to focus on cultivation.

Even after putting the letter away, Han Muye couldn’t quite grasp its meaning.

Was she telling him not to mind Old Man Huang’s matchmaking, or was she telling him to focus on cultivation and not get entangled with other female cultivators?

Which one is it?

That night, Han Muye almost kicked the bedsheet to pieces.

...

In the morning, after practicing his sword techniques in the small courtyard, Han Muye felt his understanding of swordsmanship had deepened significantly.

All the Profound Sword Techniques had reached a high level of perfection and even began to merge, evolving into different sword techniques.

When he practiced the First and Second Profound Sword Techniques, he often focused on the essence and ignored the specific moves.

The more he did this, the more the sword moves became unpredictable and elusive.

Sweating slightly, Han Muye smiled.

Due to the loss of his lifespan, his physical functions had declined significantly in recent days. Today, after moving around, he felt much more comfortable.

He tore off his shirt and splashed himself with clear water from the pond, feeling incredibly refreshed.

"Being young is still the best..." Huang Lao Liu wrapped himself in his heavy robe, muttering, which made Han Muye laugh.

In the morning, Han Muye stood before the wooden rack, holding a piece of linen to polish his longsword.

"Han, are you really going to polish the sword?" Huang Lao Liu looked at Han Muye with a strange expression.

Previously, he thought Han Muye had little time left, so he didn’t stop him from polishing the sword.

But now, if he really wants the sword qi to penetrate his body, it will further shorten his lifespan.

"Perhaps letting the sword qi enter the body isn’t such a big deal," Han Muye murmured, walking to the wooden rack and pulling out a longsword.

Holding the sword in one hand and the linen in the other, he began to polish the blade.

In his dantian, a sword intent suddenly spread, transforming into 128,000 sword qi.

One of the sword qi flowed through his palm and infused into the longsword.

He could feel the sword glowing faintly as the sword qi entered it.

One, two, three, ten, thirty...

When 48 sword qi infused into the blade, the longsword emitted a cold, clear light.

When he tried to infuse more sword qi, the sword resisted.

Han Muye understood that if he continued to infuse more sword qi, the sword would not be able to withstand it.

It was just a mundane weapon, and the amount of sword qi it could hold at once was limited.

Han Muye was not in a hurry. He sheathed the longsword and began to polish another one.

In one day, he dispersed one sword intent and infused it into 2,000 longswords.

These longswords, infused with his sword qi, had a mysterious connection to him. Even if someone came to take a sword, they would subconsciously avoid these.

After dispersing one sword intent, Han Muye felt his body became lighter.

It seems that combining the cultivation of physical techniques with dispersing sword intent temporarily solves the lifespan issue.

However, to thoroughly solve the lifespan problem, the most important thing is to improve his cultivation and strengthen his body to withstand the power of the sword intent.

In three days, Han Muye dispersed three sword intents and scattered sword qi into thousands of longswords, leaving only eight sword intents in his body.

These sword intents were enough for him to perform the Eightfold Convergence of Ten Thousand Swords eight times and would not significantly drain his lifespan.

The sword qi infused into the swords not only nourished the swords, making them sharper, but also gradually increased the number of sword qi.

Han Muye tried it out. It took about seven to eight days for ordinary swords to gather sword qi, and at least half a month to fully nourish one sword qi.

But after infusing dozens of sword qi, the sword could generate sword qi in one day and produce a complete sword qi in two days.

This way, he wouldn’t have to worry about running out of sword qi in the future.

In the afternoon, Huang Lao Liu went down the mountain to buy alcohol. After polishing the swords in the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye sat at a long table, closing his eyes to rest.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and looked outside the Sword Pavilion.

A group of sword sect disciples in black robes slowly approached.

Each disciple held a longsword.

"The Sword Pavilion is a restricted area. No one may enter unless they are receiving or returning a sword," Han Muye said sternly, standing at the entrance of the Sword Pavilion.

"By the order of the elder, we are returning the swords of the thirteen fallen fellow disciples to the Sword Pavilion," the leading disciple bowed and held the sword with both hands, speaking softly.

Thirteen disciples fell at once?

Han Muye was slightly taken aback.

The Nine Profound Sword Sect is one of the nine major sects in the Western Border and ranks third among the four sword sects. The loss of thirteen disciples at once must mean something significant has happened.

Han Muye did not ask more.

As the Sword Pavilion’s guardian, his duty was to watch over the Sword Pavilion, not to inquire about why the sect’s disciples fell.

Nodding, he took the longsword from the disciple in front of him, drew the blade, and examined it carefully.

"This sword belongs to Inner Sect disciple Wu Teng," the disciple said solemnly.

"Clang—"

The longsword was sheathed, and Han Muye said calmly, "Today, I have received one longsword from an Inner Sect disciple. After inspection, it is correct and will be stored in the Sword Pavilion."

Saying this, he turned and entered the Sword Pavilion, placing the longsword on the wooden rack.

As he walked, he gripped the sword hilt tightly.

Images flashed through his mind.

The forging of the longsword.

A young disciple in a white robe receiving the sword.

The longsword being wielded, the sword light flashing.

Mastering the First Profound Sword Technique, the fireworks.

Mastering the Second Profound Sword Technique, the smoke.

The sword light reappeared, and Han Muye’s body trembled.

All the sword techniques were of the Fire Lineage.

He knew the identity of the sword’s owner.

It was a disciple of the Tao Ran lineage who had rebelled against the sect!

After the old ancestor rebelled, the disciples of the Fire Lineage in the Nine Profound Sword Sect were all marginalized and had a hard time.

The tasks they completed for the sect were the most arduous and dangerous, with the least rewards.

Without the old ancestor, many of the Fire Lineage’s traditions were difficult to continue, and the lineage’s experts dwindled.

This time, their mission was to capture the evil disciple Qin Yuanhe of the Tai Ling Sword Sect. After searching everywhere, they finally got some information.

However, they did not find Qin Yuanhe but encountered fellow disciples.

"Ji Yuan!" Seeing the figure that suddenly attacked, Han Muye’s eyes narrowed.