Chapter 61

"Please tell me, where did my sword technique go wrong?"

Standing in front of Han Muye was the young man who had practiced sword techniques earlier and was told by Han Muye that his technique was incorrect.

At this moment, he stood a丈 (ten feet) in front of Han Muye, his eyes bloodshot, teeth gritted, and his hand firmly gripping the hilt of his sword, as if he would draw it if Han Muye did not explain clearly.

Lu Qingping moved and stood in front of Han Muye.

In the Zhen Ling Treasure Shop, the people crowded at the door and windows, quietly sticking their heads out to watch.

"Senior Sister Lu, let me handle it."

Han Muye spoke calmly and then stepped forward.

Lu Qingping's hand rested on her sword hilt, watching the young man in front of her vigilantly. If he made any sudden moves, she would draw her sword immediately.

Han Muye stood five feet in front of the young man in black and then extended his hand, saying, "Give me the sword."

The sword?

Hand it over?

The young man's face changed, his expression shifting.

For a sword cultivator, the sword in hand is life itself.

Handing over the sword is like entrusting one's life to another.

"Alright, don't deceive me." The young man's face darkened, and he slowly handed over the sword in his hand.

Han Muye reached out and grasped the hilt.

"Clang—"

The long sword was drawn.

The sword was very light, with a thin blade that bore many marks of damage.

Holding the hilt, scenes flashed through Han Muye's mind.

An orphan, adopted by a swordsman.

Practicing the sword, receiving a legacy.

Unfortunately, the swordsman's legacy was cut short when he was ambushed and killed.

The young man escaped and was determined to avenge his master.

With incomplete sword techniques, he could not only not kill his enemies but was constantly pursued.

Fortunately, he recently had some good fortune, finding some wealth and thinking of exchanging it for a long sword to enhance his combat power.

This was the norm for scattered cultivators in the cultivation world.

There are as many people in the world as there are grains of dust, and those who can enter the cultivation world are already fortunate.

Those who can join a sect and receive protection and worry-free cultivation are likely blessed with good fortune from ten lifetimes.

After seeing the memories contained in the sword in his hand, Han Muye realized that the sword technique, Fei Hua, mastered by the young man was not complete.

It was even less complete than the sword moves he had deduced with his maxed-out comprehension, and its lethality was far from sufficient.

Holding the long sword, Han Muye turned his head.

Two faint red iron ox shadows floated around him.

Raising the long sword, he slashed it directly to his side.

"What are you doing—"

The young man in black panicked and roared, but his figure was blocked by Lu Qingping's sword light, and he could only watch helplessly as his sword was fiercely struck by Han Muye on the stone steps.

"Clang—"

The stone steps were split, and the long sword broke into two pieces.

After slashing the sword, Han Muye extended his hand and threw the remaining foot-long broken sword to the young man in black.

The young man in black, with bloodshot eyes, caught the broken sword and rushed toward Han Muye.

But Lu Qingping's sword light would not give him the chance to harm Han Muye. The sword light swept and blocked him.

"Get out of the way!"

The young man roared and slashed his broken sword at Lu Qingping.

As soon as he slashed, he realized the sword was broken.

Instinctively, he stepped forward, closing the distance to two feet from Lu Qingping, and thrust the broken sword again.

An inch shorter, an inch more dangerous!

A close-range thrust, if Lu Qingping's long sword were to rise, it would certainly pierce the young man in black.

But the young man's sword could also sever Lu Qingping's arm.

Lu Qingping frowned and took a step back.

The young man in black followed, not letting an inch, and the broken sword drew an arc toward Lu Qingping's neck.

"His next move will turn left."

Just as Lu Qingping was about to block with her sword, Han Muye suddenly spoke.

Without hesitation, Lu Qingping's sword moved to her left side.

At this moment, the young man in black really moved, floating out from Lu Qingping's left side and thrusting his sword again.

"Watch out for a horizontal sweep under the ribs for the next move."

"Behind."

"This move is a feint."

...

Han Muye spoke calmly, and Lu Qingping moved with her sword, calmly blocking the young man's attacks, her steps light and her movements smooth.

But at this moment, everyone's attention was not on Lu Qingping or Han Muye.

Everyone was watching the young man in black, whose sword light was like a meteor and whose figure was like a butterfly weaving through flowers.

His foot-long broken sword was strange and lively, his figure elusive, each move like a hanging antelope's horn, brilliant as a star river.

A scattered cultivator, a broken sword, pressing a sect disciple.

Such a scene was truly unbelievable.

"I feel like this broken sword is the most suitable for this guy..." The shopkeeper, who had poked his head out of the Zhen Ling Treasure Shop, muttered.

The others beside him nodded silently.

The broken sword was incredibly suited to the young man's sword technique.

"The next move will be a flying spin with the sword, which is the killing move of this technique." Han Muye suddenly shouted.

Lu Qingping heard and took a step back, the surrounding spiritual energy forming a light barrier, and the green sword qi floating on her long sword.

Condensation stage.

A dozen feet away, the young man in black, holding the broken sword, had a pained expression.

The move Han Muye mentioned, he had seen before but could not perform.

Because he had not mastered its essence.

His arm trembled, and he looked up at Han Muye.

"You, why do you know these things..."

"You, do you know my adoptive father?"

Han Muye shook his head and said softly, "Your sword technique should not be so dangerous but should be more agile and light."

"As for the final move, you can perform it when you believe in your sword."

Han Muye finished speaking and walked forward.

Lu Qingping sheathed her sword and followed behind him.

The young man in black's face twitched, and he suddenly turned, looking at Han Muye's back: "I am Tang Yunhao. May I ask for your name, Senior Brother?"

Han Muye waved his hand and walked away.

"Is this what an inner disciple of the Nine Profound Sword Sect is like?" An old man with gray hair outside the shop looked into the distance, his face full of sighs.

"This is a major sect in the Western Border..."

"Truly worthy of being the third of the four major sword sects in the Western Border. A mere inner disciple can have such skills, impressive, impressive."

In front of the Zhen Ling Treasure Shop, various discussions gradually grew louder.

The might of the Nine Profound Sword Sect was once again displayed before everyone.

Tang Yunhao held the broken sword in his hand, lowered his head, and walked through the crowd, disappearing into the market.

"Hey, Shopkeeper He, I want the He Feng Sword that the Nine Profound Sword Sect senior commented on just now."

"How many spirit stones for the Qing Xue Sword? Give me a fair price. That senior already said this sword is too brittle."

In the Zhen Ling Treasure Shop, several cultivators gathered around the shopkeeper, making his face fat lighter.

Today's business was booming.

...

At this moment, Han Muye, who had already reached the entrance of the market, suddenly stopped, turned, and walked to a roadside stall.

There, several sword artifacts were displayed.

"How much for this sword?" Han Muye pointed to a sword artifact less than three feet long.

"Sir, you have a good eye. I only acquired this sword yesterday, spending a thousand spirit stones. If you like it, I—"

Before the old man in black selling the sword could finish speaking, Han Muye had already placed eleven pieces of medium-grade spirit stones on the stall, grabbed the long sword, and turned to Lu Qingping, saying, "Senior Sister Lu, let's go back."

Although Lu Qingping was curious why Han Muye bought a sword artifact from a roadside stall, she did not ask further, nodded, and walked out of the market.

Finding a carriage, they returned to Nine Profound Mountain much faster than when they came.

In half an hour, they were already in sight of the Nine Profound Sword Sect's mountain gate.

"Whoosh—"

In the sky, streaks of light flashed, like stars illuminating the sky.

Flying on a sword.

"Nine Profound Sword Sect's campaign against the Three Qin Sword Sect, Guest Elder Ten Thousand Swords Old Ancestor beheaded the Three Qin Sword Sect's Earth Realm Elder Wang Liang, and reclaimed the spirit weapon sword for the sect—"

"Nine Profound Sword Sect's campaign against the Three Qin Sword Sect, the Sword Combat Hall broke through the Three Qin Sword Sect's Southern Yuan Branch, seizing six half-spirit weapon swords, and returned them to the Sword Pavilion—"

"Clang—"

"Clang—"

On Nine Profound Mountain, the bronze bell sounded.

Welcoming the sword into the pavilion.