Chapter 42

When the Nine Profound Sword was drawn, the Sword Pavilion elder had to expend sixty years of cultivation.

However, as long as the opponent was not at the Heavenly Realm, one strike would be enough to cut them down.

If someone really dared to provoke the Sword Pavilion elder who carried the Nine Profound Sword, they would have to be prepared to fall.

How many people in the world truly do not care about their own lives?

Elder Huang Liuhua's words left Han Muye speechless.

It seemed that the Nine Profound Sword's intimidating power might even surpass its actual combat strength.

This thing is a strategic weapon.

Elder Huang Liuhua closed the Sword Pavilion and went to sleep.

Han Muye took a piece of hemp cloth and began to wipe the long sword.

He first wiped the long swords that had been infused with sword qi, collecting over a thousand sword qi, and then re-infused these sword qi into other sword weapons.

While wiping the long swords, Han Muye noticed that all the swords containing sword qi had a slight improvement in quality.

Although this improvement was minimal, over time, it could make a significant difference.

Perhaps those half-spiritual weapons could be nurtured into spiritual weapons.

Thinking of spiritual weapons, Han Muye returned to his meditation room.

He now had three sword weapons in his possession.

The purple flame sword, which was the sword of Elder Tao Ran, was a short sword that could contain the elder's sword intent, but it was not a spiritual weapon; it was purely nurtured by the elder over many years.

The other long sword, Qingming, was infused with the sword qi that Mo Yuan had cultivated for two hundred years, similar to the purple flame sword.

Both swords carried sword intent in their ordinary forms.

The sword intent infused into the sword body, flowing and surging within, and Han Muye could feel the intimacy transmitted from the sword body.

These two swords had a deeper connection to him, as if they were part of his flesh and blood.

This was a mysterious force.

"This must be the true application of the sword nurturing technique, right?" Han Muye murmured to himself, feeling the changes in the sword intent within the sword body.

At this moment, the sword body was not infused with sword qi but with sword intent, blending seamlessly.

Nurturing the sword with intent.

He believed that it would not take long for these two swords to become more spiritual and for his sensitivity to them to increase.

However, even among Earth Realm experts, few could achieve this.

After all, who would not treasure their sword intent, keeping it hidden in their dantian and continuously refining it?

Who could cultivate extra sword intent? And then nurture sword weapons? Not just one!

It was too luxurious.

Putting away the two swords, Han Muye took out the long sword he had obtained from Qin Yuanhe.

This sword, named Liu Yue, was a true spiritual weapon.

Whether it was the forging technique, the spiritual materials mixed in, or the spiritual patterns engraved afterward.

This sword had been nurtured with sword qi by the elders of the Three Qin Sword Sect and Qin Yuanhe, greatly increasing its spirituality.

When Han Muye first obtained this sword, the sword body still resisted the sword qi.

"Hum—"

A strand of sword intent infused into the sword body, and the long sword began to vibrate.

In front of Han Muye, the originally three-foot-long sword body gradually became ethereal.

The sword body shrank from three feet to a small sword no more than a foot long, like a hairpin.

This was a spiritual weapon, capable of changing size after refinement.

If it were a treasure like the Nine Profound Sword, it could reportedly transform directly into a pill, swallowed into the dantian, and nurtured within the body.

Putting the small sword into his bag, Han Muye let out a sigh of relief.

With the three strands of sword intent dispersed, the pressure on his body was reduced.

And these three sword weapons could allow him to unleash formidable combat power.

Lying on the wooden bed, Han Muye's face showed a smile.

A dantian over ten feet wide, storing sword intent in the qi sea, and cultivating both the physical and spiritual body.

Mastering the techniques of refining swords and pills, and comprehending over a hundred sword techniques.

Now, he finally considered himself a qualified cultivator.

A sword cultivator.

The feeling of having power and cultivation was very fulfilling.

...

The elders' meeting discussed some matters, and the Sword Pavilion elder returned late at night.

"Disciples will come to collect swords tomorrow."

The Sword Pavilion elder said this as he went upstairs.

The next day, starting in the morning, several inner disciples came to collect their swords.

They had participated in a Sword Sect mission and earned the right to collect a sword weapon.

These inner disciples, whose cultivation was not outstanding, had initially received the lowest-level swords.

Such sword weapons were sufficient for daily cultivation within the sect, but they were inferior for external combat.

Since it was a mission to collect swords, the few people only registered and then each went to select a sword weapon.

Elder Huang Liuhua, seeing no profit to be made, looked displeased.

"Senior Brother!"

At the entrance of the Sword Pavilion, a surprised call suddenly came.

Han Muye and Elder Huang Liuhua looked up and saw seven or eight outer disciples in blue robes standing there.

The leader, whom Han Muye recognized, was Jiang Han.

The 100th-ranked outer disciple.

Jiang Han's face was full of joy as he bowed to Han Muye and said, "Jiang Han greets Senior Brother."

The few people beside him quickly followed suit.

Elder Huang Liuhua's face showed a strange expression.

The few inner disciples who were still selecting swords looked up, their faces showing mocking smiles.

Sure enough, they were outer disciples, so humble.

Han Muye waved his hand and looked at Jiang Han, saying, "What, are you here to collect a sword?"

The sword in Jiang Han's hand was one he had personally selected, very suitable for him.

With Jiang Han's current strength, there was no need to change swords.

Hearing Han Muye's words, Jiang Han shook his head and said, "Senior Brother, it's these few junior brothers who have taken on a suppression mission and want to collect a suitable sword weapon."

He then turned his head and whispered, "This is the Sword Pavilion's sword observer, Senior Brother. If you trust me, don't hide anything."

The few people seemed to trust Jiang Han's words and quickly came forward, placing spirit stones on the long table in front of Han Muye and Elder Huang Liuhua.

Ten.

Ten spirit stones per person.

Eight people, that was eighty spirit stones, piled up and shining.

Elder Huang Liuhua's eyes widened.

These outer disciples were so generous?

The inner disciples who were still selecting swords also showed shock.

Spirit stones, which inner disciples received only ten per month, were not enough for cultivation.

These outer disciples were so wealthy?

"Hmph, did you get these spirit stones from the wind?"

An inner disciple sneered and looked at Jiang Han and the others, saying, "Collecting swords from the Sword Pavilion also requires a bribe? You are ruining the sect's rules."

He then looked at Han Muye and Elder Huang Liuhua, his face stern, and said, "They are just outer disciples, and every spirit stone is hard-earned. Be careful, or you will feel uneasy."

Hearing his words, Elder Huang Liuhua narrowed his eyes and flipped open the registration book.

"Zhao Youzhi, inner disciple. I noticed that you did not bathe and calm your mind just now, and there is a strange smell on your body."

"You will not collect a sword today."

Elder Huang Liuhua spoke slowly, causing the faces of the inner disciples to change.

"Senior Brother Zhao, don't meddle in this matter."

"Senior Brother, the Sword Pavilion's rules cannot be interfered with."

The inner disciples came forward and whispered persuasively.

Zhao Youzhi gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and glared at Elder Huang Liuhua.

Elder Huang Liuhua sat leisurely behind the long table, reached out, and swept all the spirit stones on the table into the drawer below.

This provocation made Zhao Youzhi's eyes seem to spark with fire.

"Senior Brother Zhao, thank you for your concern." Jiang Han suddenly stepped forward, bowed to Zhao Youzhi, and said, "We are not trying to bribe the sword observer, but asking him to help us select suitable long swords."

Hearing his words, Zhao Youzhi turned and glared at Jiang Han, shouting, "Nonsense, a sword cultivator's sword should be chosen by themselves, not by outsiders?"

"You, with no backbone, your cultivation and sword skills must be extremely poor."

Hearing Zhao Youzhi's words, Jiang Han did not get angry, but the other outer disciples who came with him could no longer hold back.

"Senior Brother Jiang is among the top hundred outer disciples, and his cultivation and sword skills are top-notch among the outer disciples."

"Senior Brother is doing this for our good, but you are meddling."

"Inner disciples, so what? After completing this mission, with our merits and cultivation, we can all enter the inner sect."

...

The disrespectful words of the few people made Zhao Youzhi and the inner disciples behind him glare, their spiritual energy rising.

"If you don't want to collect a sword, you can leave. The Sword Pavilion will not tolerate your unruly behavior." Han Muye's words made the entire Sword Pavilion fall silent.

He looked at Jiang Han and asked, "Where is your suppression mission?"

"Senior Brother, the Three Qin Sword Sect has betrayed the Sword Sect, and the sect has issued a suppression mission." Jiang Han bowed and said solemnly.