Chapter 51

Lu Gao, as expected, was adept at reading people and gathering information.

These were all things Han Muye had not known before.

Han Muye nodded, patted Lu Gao's shoulder, and said, "Don't look at Brother Lu's sturdy build; his mind is quite delicate."

"From now on, if there's any news in the sect, feel free to tell me."

"Sure, sure." Lu Gao nodded joyfully at Han Muye's praise.

It seems that Old Huang Liù was right; the Nine Profound Sword Sect is about to make a big move.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be holding a gathering on one side and killing people on the other.

Even the Tai Ling Sword Sect probably has the same thoughts and might cause trouble at the gathering.

From this perspective, passing the message to Tuoba Cheng might really be a great service to the sect.

Walking into the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye looked at the empty long table and asked, "Sixth Brother isn't here?"

At the entrance, Lu Gao quickly replied, "Senior Brother Han, not long after you left, Sixth Brother went out."

Went out?

It seems that once the fire in one's heart is ignited, any man would be restless.

"Ha ha, Han kid, I'm back—"

Han Muye turned around and saw Huang Liù striding over with a radiant face.

His steps were steady, his back straight, and his eyes bright.

Is spring here?

"Brother Han, Sister Ping, your sister-in-law recognized me!" Walking beside Han Muye, Huang Liù couldn't help but rub his hands and speak in a low voice.

His words were filled with barely suppressed excitement.

Recognized?

"Congratulations, Sixth Brother. Didn't you bring your sister-in-law to see us?" Han Muye asked with a smile.

"Hehe, it's late, she said she'll come tomorrow." Huang Liù chuckled, looking very pleased.

To the Sword Pavilion?

A disciple of Qingfeng Temple.

Han Muye's smile didn't fade. He looked at the still joyful Huang Liù, his eyes revealing a hint of profound light.

As long as Sixth Brother is happy.

I hope everything goes well.

The dinner was very harmonious that night.

Huang Liù told Lu Gao many interesting stories about the Sword Pavilion.

Who wet their pants when they received their sword, which Sword Pavilion observer didn't live past three months, and how the miscellaneous servants in the Sword Pavilion no longer wanted to stay there.

Lu Gao grinned, focusing on the big bone in front of him.

Huang Liù couldn't bite through it.

When the pavilion doors closed, Han Muye and Huang Liù each returned to their meditation rooms.

Sitting cross-legged on the wooden bed, Han Muye took out a top-grade Cloud Qi Pill.

The pill entered his stomach, and a warm spiritual energy quickly circulated through his meridians, then settled in his dantian.

Over the past few days, he had been taking pills every day, and his originally one-square-meter dantian had slowly expanded, adding half a foot of space.

Though it might seem like just a little, the total capacity had increased significantly.

Recently, after deliberately studying cultivation knowledge, Han Muye knew that his dantian was stronger than many at the Qi Condensation stage.

However, currently, his control over sword intent was too strong, and his physical and spiritual energy cultivation were like a three-year-old swinging a sledgehammer, very uncoordinated.

Only when his physical cultivation reached a certain level and his spiritual energy cultivation entered the true Qi Condensation stage could he flexibly control that sword intent.

"Hum—"

Just as Han Muye was moving the spiritual energy and then guiding the sword qi into his dantian to nourish it, a faint sound came from outside his meditation room.

He opened his eyes, but there was nothing in front of him.

"Sister Ping?"

Huang Liù's voice came from the next room.

It's that sword!

The sword that was delivered today!

Initially, when this sword came to his meditation room, it almost cost him his life.

Han Muye was about to get up when Huang Liù's voice came from the next room again: "Can't you pretend for a while?"

"Is it because my body is withered and can't extract any blood, so you don't even want to pretend?"

The sword hummed, and then there was the sound of a long sword falling.

"Ruining the mood, going to sleep." Huang Liù's muttering voice came.

Han Muye shook his head and smiled.

Indeed, Huang Liù had lived in the Sword Pavilion for seven years; how could he not have something extraordinary?

When he shouted, the sword that was about to harm him fell.

It seems that Huang Liù also has special abilities.

Realizing this, Han Muye felt much lighter and focused on his own cultivation, starting to refine his physical strength.

When he took the Body Strengthening Pill, though it was of high quality, it didn't have much effect.

Perhaps a higher-grade Body Strengthening Pill would help?

Should he buy some in the next few days?

He had about ten high-grade spirit stones, giving him plenty of confidence.

While running the Body Strengthening technique, he also absorbed a strand of sword qi into his body.

The bone-scraping sensation made him grimace.

Whoever invented this cultivation method, the sword qi penetrating the bone marrow is truly a form of self-torture.

Fortunately, after the sword qi circulated through his body and completed a cycle in his dantian, it turned into a gentle hand, soothing his meridians.

This comfort was irresistible.

Even more, he felt his meridians widening under the gentle sword qi.

Perhaps, with the constant flushing of sword qi, his aptitude could improve?

A ninth-grade aptitude is indeed a significant limitation for cultivation.

Even though Han Muye wasn't cultivating spiritual energy like a traditional cultivator, he still felt the constraints of his aptitude on his cultivation.

Despite having plenty of pills, the slow circulation of meridians caused much of the spiritual energy to dissipate.

Fortunately, the dissipated spiritual energy wasn't completely wasted.

The spiritual energy could enhance physical strength, making his tendons and bones more solid.

After a night of cultivation, Han Muye felt very relaxed.

He picked up his sword and went to the courtyard, where he saw Huang Liù holding a sword and chopping fiercely.

The long sword struck the thick tree trunk, sending wood chips flying.

"Are you coming to ruin my good dream again?"

"Do you think I'm a vegetarian?"

"Next time, I'll throw you into the latrine."

...

Turning around and seeing Han Muye, Huang Liù held the sword and said, "Brother Han, how did this sword come back?"

"It was delivered by an inner sect disciple named Zhu Guangsheng yesterday."

"The original owner, Su Yang, has fallen," Han Muye said softly.

Holding the sword, Huang Liù's gaze fell on Han Muye.

After a moment, he laughed and said, "Not bad, no wonder the elder favors you."

After saying that, he held the sword and walked into the Sword Pavilion.

"I cultivate the Sword Condensation Technique, using my own soul and blood to condense a strand of sword qi."

"When I achieve great success, I can carry the sword intent of the Nine Profound Sword."

"Of course, I can only condense the power of one sword."

"When the elder taught me the Sword Condensation Technique, he said I didn't have the qualifications to cultivate the Sword Nurturing Technique."

"Only the Sword Nurturing Technique is the true legacy of the Sword Pavilion."

Huang Liù spoke softly, seemingly to himself and to Han Muye.

The Sword Nurturing Technique is the true legacy of the Sword Pavilion?

Han Muye was slightly taken aback.

Isn't what he cultivates the Sword Nurturing Technique?

"Sixth Brother, I—"

Before Han Muye could finish, Huang Liù waved his hand and said, "Everyone has their own destiny."

"I wish to be that one sword in the sky."

"The path is chosen by oneself."

"I have no regrets."

After saying that, he held the sword and walked into the Sword Pavilion.

Han Muye's gaze fell on Huang Liù's back.

Really no regrets?

...

In the morning, seeing Huang Liù's anxious look, Han Muye smiled and said, "Sixth Brother, why don't you go out for a walk?"

Huang Liù stood up and left.

At the entrance, Lu Gao's voice came, "Sixth Brother, do you need to bring lunch today? How many portions? Do you want the meat to be soft...?"

"Get lost..." Huang Liù's curse came from a distance.

Han Muye almost burst out laughing and turned to polish the swords.

He had fallen in love with the feeling of polishing swords every day, the fusion of sword qi was very satisfying.

"Sword Pavilion rules, bathe, change clothes, burn incense, and calm the mind—"

Unconsciously, it was noon, and Lu Gao's voice echoed at the entrance of the Sword Pavilion.

Business is coming?

Han Muye sheathed the sword and turned around.

"I'm looking for Han Muye."

At the entrance of the Sword Pavilion, a hoarse voice came.