Chapter 48

This person is Ji Yuan!

The eighth of the Outer Sect, the one who has been missing for a year.

He did not hide outside the Nine Profound Sword Sect, but instead, came to the Sword Pavilion?

Moreover, he was wearing the Inner Sect's attire.

Taking a deep breath, Han Muye walked forward with a blank expression, raising his hand to receive the long sword.

The long sword was icy cold in his hand, and it seemed to carry a faint aura of killing intent.

This sword had recently taken lives.

Gripping the hilt, Han Muye applied a slight force.

"Clank—"

The long sword was drawn, and a chill appeared.

"Today, I have received one Inner Sect disciple's sword, with no damage to the blade."

The sword was sheathed again, and he held it with both hands, turning to walk towards the wooden rack.

His hand lightly rested on the hilt.

"Buzz—"

A series of images flashed through his mind, and a violent aura surged towards his brain, causing his face to pale.

In those images, Ji Yuan, holding the long sword, swung it with a fierce slash, sweeping away a trail of blood mist.

The victims in the images were none other than the Fire Pulse disciples like Wu Teng.

The murderer who killed Wu Teng and the others was indeed Ji Yuan!

In his Sea of Qi, dark red sword intent surged, as if it wanted to burst out and kill Ji Yuan standing at the door.

But Han Muye suppressed it.

He calmly placed the long sword on the wooden rack, then turned to the long table and picked up the ink brush.

"Name of the person who brought the sword, and which lineage they belong to."

His words made Ji Yuan, standing at the door, pause. He said, "There's a procedure for bringing a sword? How come I didn't know?"

Han Muye, holding the brush, looked up at him. "Have you brought a sword before?"

Ji Yuan's face stiffened, and he quickly shook his head. "No."

After saying that, he spoke softly, "My name is Zhu Guangsheng, and I practice under Elder Qin Lin of the Wood Pulse."

Han Muye wrote it down and nodded. "Done."

Zhu Guangsheng turned and left.

"Zhu Guangsheng, Qin Lin..." Han Muye watched him leave, gently putting down the ink brush.

In his mind, a violent aura continued to spread, as if trying to control him.

"Hmph."

A low hum, and the sword intent in his Sea of Qi trembled.

The violent aura in his mind was instantly shattered into fragments, dissipating into nothingness.

"So, no one remembers why this sword was here last time because the aura on the sword can erase the memory of the person who observes it."

"Even the person who received the sword might have been killed by this aura."

His eyes shone with a deep, spiritual light, and his face darkened.

As a fellow observer of the sword, he felt a sense of empathy.

He wanted revenge.

How did Su Yang die?

Should he report this to the elders?

He could, but it wouldn't be good.

He couldn't explain where his judgments came from.

Should he directly kill Zhu Guangsheng?

That wouldn't be good either.

Sometimes, killing isn't the best way to solve problems.

What was Zhu Guangsheng, or rather Ji Yuan, trying to achieve by returning the sword?

Perhaps, the key to breaking the deadlock lies within the Sword Pavilion!

Han Muye turned to look at the long wooden racks.

The long swords seemed to resonate slightly, resonating with his gaze.

...

At the entrance of the Sword Pavilion, a small wooden table was set with a few dishes. Han Muye, Old Huang, and Lu Gao sat together.

Lu Gao, unable to withstand the sword qi, could only eat by the door.

Han Muye was lost in thought and didn't speak.

Old Huang, who had gone out to clear his mind, returned completely distracted.

The atmosphere became somewhat somber.

"Sixth Brother, the meat today is especially tender. I picked it specially," Lu Gao said in a flattering tone, pointing to the meat on the plate with his chopsticks.

"Can't I, Huang Zhenxiong, even eat a piece of meat without you picking it for me?"

Old Huang slammed his bamboo chopsticks on the table and stood up, walking straight back to his room.

Lu Gao opened his mouth, looking at Han Muye with a pained expression.

Han Muye shook his head. "Just ignore him."

In the afternoon, Han Muye retreated to his room and refined several batches of Cloud Qi Pills.

Using sword qi to refine pills, each Cloud Qi Pill was of the highest quality.

And each batch yielded five pills.

Perhaps it was because he had reached the Cultivation of Primordial Essence stage, or perhaps his body cultivation had improved, but he didn't feel tired at all after refining pills all afternoon.

When the sun set, Lu Gao closed the door of the Sword Pavilion, and Han Muye came out of his room to see a tipsy Old Huang.

Old Huang usually only drank before sleeping and rarely drank during the day.

"Sixth Brother, did something happen today?"

Han Muye frowned, looking at Old Huang.

Old Huang had a good personality, though a bit stingy, but he was always nice to him.

Old Huang looked up, his yellowish eyes meeting Han Muye's, and he shook his head. "Ah, Han kid, how can you, with your endless romantic entanglements, understand the pain in Sixth Brother's heart..."

Endless romantic entanglements?

Pretty boy?

Is that how Old Huang sees me?

Han Muye wanted to argue, but then he thought of Mu Wan, Bai Suzhen, who had Lu Gao deliver a message asking why he didn't come, and Qiao Qing'er, who had apologized to him at the Sword Pavilion yesterday.

Was he, indeed, more popular with women than Old Huang?

Han Muye cleared his throat. "Ahem, Sixth Brother, didn't you say there were three spirit stones down the mountain..."

It seemed Old Huang had been holding back for a while, and his heart was on fire.

He needed to vent.

"Han kid, do you see me as that kind of person?" Old Huang glared at him.

"No, no." Han Muye quickly smiled.

Old Huang shook his head, reached for his wine gourd, and shook it. It was empty.

He sighed and said softly, "Han kid, do you believe in fate?"

Fate?

I don't believe in fate at all.

Han Muye wanted to shake his head, but suddenly, he felt a stirring in his heart and forced a sincere expression. "I believe."

A good listener must be skilled at cooperation.

Sure enough, Old Huang felt a sense of finding a kindred spirit and patted Han Muye's shoulder.

"I believe too."

"Today, I saw her..."

Her?

Han Muye's eyes lit up, and he was no longer sleepy.

Finding someone to confide in, Old Huang no longer held back.

It turned out his hometown was a small city thousands of miles away from the Nine Profound Sword Sect.

Over a decade ago, a group of young people went to seek apprenticeship in cultivation sects.

Among them were both men and women.

The story was quite melodramatic.

Old Huang fell in love with one of the women at first sight.

But this feeling could only be buried deep in his heart.

They visited several sects together. Some of the group of seven or eight stayed in the sects, while others returned home.

The woman stayed in the sect, and Old Huang was one of those who returned home.

"So, Sixth Brother, you once said you wanted to become a Heavenly Realm cultivator for this, uh, Sixth Sister?" Han Muye leaned in and asked softly.

Hearing him call her Sixth Sister, Old Huang's already flushed face turned even redder.

This guy was still shy.

"I did say I wanted her to see me become a Heavenly Realm cultivator."

Old Huang muttered.

At this point, his shoulders trembled slightly, and he looked at Han Muye, lowering his voice. "Han kid, today, I saw Ping Mei."

"But, she didn't recognize me..."

He slumped into a large chair, seeming to lose all energy.

Saw?

Saw someone who joined another sect over a decade ago in the Nine Profound Sword Sect?

Han Muye's heart stirred, and he asked, "They came for a gathering, right? Which sect is Sixth Sister from?"

"Qingfeng Temple. Now, Ping Mei is an Inner Sect disciple of Qingfeng Temple."

"Ah, she's already an Inner Sect disciple, and I'm still an unknown observer of the sword. It's better that she doesn't recognize me..." Old Huang sighed again.

Qingfeng Temple.

Han Muye had seen this name in the memories of Qin Yuanhe's sword.

This sect had already allied with the Tai Ling Sword Sect.

Han Muye's eyes narrowed slightly.

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