Chapter 62

"Master Lu, I'll return to the Sword Pavilion first."

Han Muye leaped off the carriage, his figure swift as the wind, and behind him, the shadow of an iron ox appeared.

"Is this the observer of the Sword Pavilion?"

Lu Qingping watched Han Muye's departing back, her expression changing.

She gripped the newly purchased longsword in her hand, drove the carriage, and slowly moved forward.

At this moment, the sky was filled with flowing light, and the sword light on Jiuxuan Mountain was swirling, magnificent like a fairyland.

...

When Han Muye arrived at the gate of the Sword Pavilion, the elder of the Sword Pavilion was already standing on the stone steps at the entrance.

Behind him, Huang Laoliu's eyes showed a hint of regret.

Further back, there were two more figures.

Lu Gao, and Lin Jiaotou?

Han Muye walked briskly to the front of the Sword Pavilion elder and bowed.

The Sword Pavilion elder did not speak, just waved his hand.

Han Muye stood up and walked to Huang Laoliu's side, turning to look at Lin Jiaotou.

Lin Shen grinned at him.

On the mountain path, a group of sword disciples in red robes were already approaching with their swords.

"Xia Yang, the executor of the Sword Battle Hall, presents the sword to the pavilion."

At the stone steps of the Sword Pavilion, a fifty-year-old man held the sword with both hands and called out loudly.

Behind him, everyone held their swords with both hands, their bodies radiating a fierce fighting spirit.

Huang Laoliu stepped forward, took the sword from Xia Yang's hands, and presented it to the Sword Pavilion elder.

The Sword Pavilion elder drew the sword from its scabbard, examined it for a moment, and then said, "The Sword Pavilion records one spirit sword, to be placed on the second floor."

Huang Laoliu held the sword and walked away, Han Muye looked up at him, ready to take the sword.

Huang Laoliu shook his head, whispered, "I'll do it," and directly entered the Sword Pavilion, ascending to the second floor.

A moment later, Huang Laoliu came down, his face somewhat pale.

"The Sword Battle Hall has obtained six sword artifacts in this battle, to be presented to the pavilion."

After the spirit-level sword was delivered to the Sword Pavilion, Xia Yang spoke again.

Behind him, several red-robed disciples stepped forward with their swords.

This time, the Sword Pavilion elder waved his hand and said indifferently, "You may take the swords back."

He then looked at Xia Yang and said, "Xia brother, how is the guest elder Wanjian Laozu's cultivation? Was he injured in this battle?"

While Han Muye and Huang Laoliu were collecting the swords, he listened to Xia Yang talking with the Sword Pavilion elder.

The campaign against the Sanqin Sword Sect, the Jiuxuan Sword Gate's fifteen Earth Realm experts struck with a thunderous force, directly shattering the Sanqin Sword Sect's fighting spirit.

Currently, the entire Sanqin Sword Sect is only holding out in their main stronghold, and it won't take long to be completely destroyed.

This is a thunderous sweep, demonstrating the power of a major sect.

Only a grand momentum that can crush mountains and crumble peaks can stabilize the region in one battle.

When Han Muye was collecting the third sword, the red-robed disciple holding the sword grinned and handed it to Han Muye.

Sun Dayong.

The outer sect disciple who, last time, spent ten spirit stones to have Han Muye help him choose a sword and received his guidance.

After that, Han Muye even drank with them and encouraged them to join the campaign in Mo Yuan.

This time, the elder of the Sanqin Sword Sect was killed by Mo Yuan with one sword.

As for Mo Yuan's title as a guest elder, Han Muye was not surprised.

A powerful expert with the ability to kill Earth Realm opponents would not find it difficult to become a guest elder of the sword gate.

After all the sword artifacts were delivered to the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye, who had walked to the entrance, gave Sun Dayong a nod, and the two moved to the side.

"Brother Han, that Wanjian Laozu, he is really, really..." Sun Dayong's face showed a look of admiration, and he extended his thumb. "He is truly a peerless sword cultivator..."

Sun Dayong extended his hand, waving it in the air, his face flushed, and his eyes bright.

"That Sanqin Sword Sect elder who dragged a sword out and made us all feel inferior, Wanjian Laozu killed him with one sword."

"Really impressive."

After a moment, seeing that Han Muye was still looking at him, Sun Dayong awkwardly coughed. "Well, anyway, he is really impressive, I'm just not good with words, but I know he is really impressive."

Alright.

Han Muye smiled, patted Sun Dayong's shoulder, and said in a low voice, "This kind of mission becomes more dangerous as it progresses. You are still outer sect disciples, so when the real fighting starts, stay back."

"But how can we not go forward—" Sun Dayong didn't finish his sentence, seeing Han Muye glare at him, he scratched his head and said, "Brother Han is right, we will stay back, stay back."

On the other side, Xia Yang had already bowed to the Sword Pavilion elder and was preparing to leave.

Sun Dayong took a step forward and whispered, "Brother Han, do you need anything?"

Need anything?

What does he mean?

Seeing Han Muye's confusion, Sun Dayong lowered his voice. "Brother Jiang Han and Inner Sect Brother Zhao asked me to come back with the swords and ask if you need anything, we can help you look out for it."

He looked around and whispered, "Breaking into the Sanqin Sword Sect's mountain gate, there are quite a few good things."

Han Muye nodded.

Indeed, whether in the mortal world or the immortal realm, war spoils are the greatest windfall.

He pondered for a moment and said in a low voice, "If there are any elixirs or spirit medicines that can increase lifespan, help me look out for them."

He chuckled, "Don't worry, I'm not short of spirit stones, I won't let you do this for nothing."

"That's not it..." Sun Dayong wanted to say more, but was urged from the other side.

Han Muye patted Sun Dayong's arm and said earnestly, "Be careful."

Sun Dayong nodded heavily and turned to leave.

Watching Sun Dayong and the others leave, Han Muye turned his head and smiled at Lin Shen.

"Coach Lin, why are you at the Sword Pavilion?"

Lin Shen laughed, "Brother Han, I'm not Coach Lin anymore."

He pointed to the Sword Pavilion behind him, "I resigned from my position as an outer sect instructor. From now on, I am the Sword Pavilion's sword guardian."

Sword guardian?

Han Muye turned to look at Huang Laoliu.

"Cough, cough, when the Sword Pavilion was prosperous, there were sword guardians, but they disappeared later," Huang Laoliu said awkwardly.

Han Muye nodded.

There really were.

"Do the sword guardians receive a salary in spirit stones from our Sword Pavilion?" Han Muye asked curiously.

The Sword Pavilion already had Lu Gao as a leisurely person, and if another one was added, with no recent income, it might be a drain on resources.

Although they weren't short of spirit stones, they shouldn't be wasteful.

"That's not necessary," Lin Shen shook his head and said proudly, "I receive a salary from the inner sect."

He looked at Lu Gao, "Brother Lu, let's go to the dining hall and get some food."

Lu Gao nodded quickly.

No matter who came, he was always the lowest in status.

Watching the two leave, Han Muye smiled and shook his head.

Coach Lin's choice was truly excellent. Coming to the Sword Pavilion to work, he could ask Han Muye any questions about sword cultivation.

This was probably a suggestion from Lin Chongxiao's residual soul hidden in the sword.

Otherwise, with Coach Lin's brain, he wouldn't have thought of this.

"Brother Han, how about it?"

Huang Laoliu quietly approached, his face showing a hint of anxiety.

"Whatever task you gave me, I'll do it well."

Han Muye laughed and walked into the Sword Pavilion, heading to his private room.

Behind him, Huang Laoliu felt relieved, a smile of comfort on his face.

"I trust you, Brother Han."

"By the way, how many spirit stones did you spend? If it's not enough, I'll remember it and pay you back."

Behind Han Muye, Huang Laoliu spoke again.

"Not much, not much, consider it a gift."

Han Muye's voice came from the private room, and Huang Laoliu was as happy as a daisy.

"What gift? It's not even settled yet..."

In the private room, Han Muye sat cross-legged on a wooden bed, and in his hand, the broken tip of a sword appeared.

The tip of Tang Yunhao's sword.

Previously, in the market, Han Muye had seen some unexpected secrets in this sword.