Chapter 40

The question from the Sword Pavilion elder was not easy to answer.

He couldn't answer recklessly, nor could he answer truthfully.

"Elder, I originally just wanted to enter the sect and cultivate. I didn't know that the position of Sword Observer in the Sword Pavilion was a life-threatening job," Han Muye took a deep breath and said in a solemn voice.

If he had known that being a Sword Observer could almost cost him his life, he really wouldn't have come to the Sword Pavilion.

The Sword Pavilion elder didn't speak, waiting for him to continue.

"Later, when I was polishing the sword, sword qi entered my body, and that feeling..."

Han Muye tried to recall Mo Yuan's expression at the time.

His lips curled, his eyes slightly raised, his fingers gently moved.

Perverted.

At that time, Mo Yuan said that the feeling was like dual cultivation.

"Cough, cough, so you absorbed so much sword qi, almost exhausting your lifespan, just for that?" The Sword Pavilion elder seemed unable to resist Han Muye's expression, coughed lightly, and asked.

Of course not.

The entry of sword qi into the body was an accident, and being addicted to it showed a lack of mental fortitude.

How could a sword cultivator not be firm?

They had to be both hard and firm.

"In response to the elder, I cultivated a sword technique under Mo Yuan in the outer sect."

"Named 'Myriad Swords Return to the Source.'"

Han Muye stood up, looking forward.

"Myriad Swords Return to the Source? An outer sect disciple?" The Sword Pavilion elder's face showed a hint of oddity.

"Does cultivating this sword technique require sword qi to enter the body?"

"An outer sect disciple probably hasn't even condensed qi, right?"

Without condensed qi, how could one know about sword qi entering the body?

Hearing this, Han Muye shook his head, his eyes filled with admiration.

"Master Mo Yuan observed the three Sword Pavilion ancestors wield a sword that split the sky, invincible against thousands, gathering millions of sword qi into one body. Inspired by this, he spent two hundred years to finally create 'Myriad Swords Return to the Source.'"

One hand behind his back, the other hand pointing, looking forward, countless enemies, just one sword.

"Myriad, Swords, Return, to the Source—"

Han Muye's fingers pointed forward, his eyes full of brilliance, as if sword qi was bursting from his body.

The Sword Pavilion elder seemed to be captivated by his momentum, pondering for a long time before nodding and saying, "Spending two hundred years to condense the power of one sword, this Mo Yuan does have some perseverance."

Seemingly recalling something, he added, "The power of a single sword from our Sword Pavilion's predecessors is indeed awe-inspiring."

"Yes." Han Muye retracted his fingers and sat back down.

Han Muye knew that he had passed the first test.

Sure enough, the Sword Pavilion elder didn't ask him any more questions.

"Condensing sword qi into one sword does have some similarities to our Sword Pavilion's tradition." The Sword Pavilion elder unfolded a scroll in front of him and said calmly, "This is the Sword Cultivation Technique. Take it and study it."

"If you have any questions, you can come to me."

Sword Cultivation?

Han Muye reached out to receive it.

"Sword cultivation in the Sword Pavilion involves nurturing the sword qi within the body, and at a higher level, nurturing the sword intent in the heart, and the unextinguishable sword momentum... " The Sword Pavilion elder said, shaking his head with a bitter smile.

"Don't think too much. It takes thousands of years to reach that level."

"This is similar to the 'Myriad Swords Return to the Source' created by your Master Mo Yuan, more imagination than reality."

"In our Sword Pavilion, no one has yet condensed sword momentum."

Thousands of years, living past sixty is considered long-lived in the Sword Pavilion.

Cultivating the sword for a thousand years is indeed a bit of a fantasy.

"You must pass the test of sword qi entering the body before I can teach you the sword cultivation technique. Otherwise, it means the opportunity has not arrived, do you understand?"

As Han Muye was about to leave, the Sword Pavilion elder suddenly spoke.

Han Muye nodded.

Understood.

If one can survive the entry of sword qi into the body, then they are one of us.

If they die, then they die.

Back in his quiet room, Han Muye unfolded the scroll in front of him.

This scroll was a yellowed silk, with thick and powerful strokes, each stroke like a sword engraving.

Sword Cultivation Technique.

The content was not much, just explaining the origin of sword qi and how to nurture it.

After reading the Sword Cultivation Technique, Han Muye understood even more why the Sword Pavilion elder would only teach him this technique after he had experienced the entry of sword qi into the body.

Without sensing sword qi, without the deep feeling of sword qi entering the heart, and without a profound connection to sword qi, it was impossible to cultivate the Sword Cultivation Technique.

Transforming the sharpness of sword qi into smoothness, integrating it into the dantian, and using sword qi to cultivate the foundation.

This kind of crazy thing is only found in the tradition of the Sword Pavilion.

Cultivating the Sword Cultivation Technique requires building a foundation, using sword qi as the base, enduring the pain of sword qi scraping the bones, and condensing sword bones.

With sword bones in the body, one can nurture sword intent.

As for the Earth Realm cultivation, it requires using sword intent to connect with the source and awaken the spirit, forming a sword dan.

With sword qi as the dan, when the sword dan is formed, all sword artifacts will bow.

The Sword Cultivation Technique only left the speculation on forming a sword dan.

The tradition of the Sword Pavilion, after sixty years of cultivation by the elder, only condensed half a sword bone.

From the founding of the Nine Profound Sword Sect to now, no one in the Sword Pavilion has fully formed a sword bone.

"This technique is quite challenging..."

After reading through the Sword Cultivation Technique, Han Muye's face showed a smile.

With this Sword Cultivation Technique, nurturing sword qi is easier.

As for condensing sword bones and forming a sword dan, although it is distant, just thinking about it can make one's blood boil.

Cultivating for a lifetime, of course, one should become the strongest sword cultivator!

Seemingly sensing his resolve, the eight sword intents in his qi sea slightly trembled.

Understanding the Sword Cultivation Technique.

As he comprehended the technique, threads of sword qi scattered around Han Muye's body drifted towards him.

"Hisss—"

Scraping bones and cutting flesh!

His face contorted, Han Muye gritted his teeth and endured.

This is the correct way for sword qi to enter the body.

The fragmented sword qi, thin and light, ravaged his skin inch by inch, eventually piercing through the meridians.

This time, it was a hundred times more painful than before.

These uncontrolled sword qi pierced through his tendons and meridians, as if trying to cut all the meridians open.

When a full cycle was completed, all the sword qi entered the dantian, then merged into the qi sea, forming a pale green sword qi that slowly rotated and nurtured.

By the time this sword qi entered his body, Han Muye was drenched in sweat.

To condense a single sword intent, wouldn't he have to endure 128,000 times this pain?

Han Muye felt a bit of admiration for the Sword Pavilion's predecessors.

They were really masochists!

Checking, he found that the spiritual qi in his dantian had been absorbed by the sword qi to half its original amount.

This sword qi was a big consumer of spiritual qi.

However, he also noticed the difference between this sword qi and other sword qi.

This sword qi was clearly more lively and bright, and its connection to him seemed more intimate.

Daring not to absorb more sword qi, he followed the technique in the Sword Cultivation Technique, moving the sword qi back into the meridians, circulating between the dantian and the qi sea.

As soon as the sword qi left the qi sea, Han Muye's face changed.

"Ahh..."

Delightful!

At this moment, the sword qi was as gentle as water, cool and smooth, moving through the meridians like a gentle hand caressing.

That feeling.

Dual cultivation.

Han Muye recalled this term.

The sword qi rushed into the dantian, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

Cultivating the foundation.

Finally, he used sword qi to enter the Foundation Establishment stage, truly stepping onto the path of cultivation.

That night, he slept very soundly.

The next morning, Huang Lao Liu looked at Han Muye with a hint of oddity.

After washing and practicing, and having breakfast, they sat in front of the long table with their eyes closed.

This was the main business of the Sword Pavilion.

Guarding the Sword Pavilion.

"Brother, you're finally back to the Sword Pavilion."

At noon, a voice startled the meditating Han Muye.

Opening his eyes, he saw the pavilion owner Bai Suzhen, dressed in white, standing outside the Sword Pavilion, her face like a peach blossom.

Han Muye instinctively turned his head to look at his side.

Huang Lao Liu glared.

"Sword Pavilion rules, non-Sword Pavilion members are not allowed to enter."

At the entrance, Bai Suzhen covered her mouth and laughed.

"This brother is really dedicated. I see you have a yellow complexion and a hunched back. My shop has several good medicines for the waist. Do you want me to bring you a few?"

Huang Lao Liu's face turned red and white, and he coldly snorted.

Is Brother Six's waist really that bad?

Han Muye walked to the entrance and said in a low voice, "Don't talk nonsense, what do you want?"

Bai Suzhen smiled and said, "Of course, I miss you—"

Before she finished, Han Muye turned to leave, and Bai Suzhen quickly changed her words, "I want to do business with you!"