Chapter 64

A semi-spiritual weapon, not too valuable, but in an ordinary sect, it would still be a decent treasure.

This sword doesn't need to be too good, after all, it's just for the gathering reward.

Zhao Pu left, and Han Muye returned to the Sword Pavilion to inform Huang Lao Liu.

"That's not hard, right?" Huang Lao Liu grinned, flipping open a book.

"Number 3854 sword, Illusory Light."

Following the wooden rack, Han Muye found the position of the sword.

On the wooden rack, there was no need to search; a sword with a body glowing with golden light and flowing radiance already caught his eye.

This sword outshone all the others.

Han Muye reached out and gripped the hilt. After a moment, a strange look flashed across his face, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

Huang Lao Liu's years of observing swords were not in vain; the sword he chose was truly perfect for the gathering reward.

The sword was forged from fine steel, making it a rare treasure among ordinary weapons.

Its appearance was flawless.

But this sword was only for show.

This sword was specially crafted for the sect's grand ceremony, used for disciples to demonstrate their martial arts.

It sacrificed flexibility for a dazzling sword light, making the sword seem to shatter like a silver bottle when drawn.

In the hands of a low-level cultivator, it was naturally a rare treasure.

But in the hands of an expert, it was completely useless.

A single infusion of sword intent would turn it into fragments.

Holding the Illusory Light longsword, Han Muye walked to the long table, and Huang Lao Liu chuckled, "Beautiful, right?"

Beautiful.

At the door, Lu Gao poked his head out and licked his lips.

This sword is damn beautiful.

Han Muye smiled and gave Huang Lao Liu a thumbs up.

Huang Lao Liu, proud, registered the sword while saying, "Brother Liu hasn't been idle in the Sword Pavilion these years."

At the door, Lu Gao pulled his head back.

After Huang Lao Liu finished registering, Han Muye put the longsword in a sword case and walked out of the Sword Pavilion.

"I'll go with you." Lin Shen stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "I am now the Sword Pavilion's guardian."

To the Three Stones Hall?

Han Muye nodded; Lin Shen probably wanted to go himself.

The two walked side by side, taking large strides.

On Han Muye's body, qi and blood slowly gathered and surged, forming a faint iron bull shadow.

In less than half an hour, they arrived at the Three Stones Hall.

Lin Shen stood at the door of the Three Stones Hall, his face showing a complex expression.

At this moment, the Three Stones Hall was empty; most of the disciples were probably dealing with the sect gathering.

Han Muye reported at the door, and two young disciples led him and Lin Shen to search for Tuoba Cheng.

These two young disciples did not recognize Lin Shen.

In the second-floor hall, Tuoba Cheng, with his graying hair, was hunched over a long table, holding a brush and sketching something.

"Han Muye greets Uncle Tuoba."

Han Muye bowed slightly.

Tuoba Cheng looked up, and Lin Shen bowed and clasped his hands, "Disciple Lin Shen, greeting Master."

The two young disciples leading the way were startled and quickly cast their eyes on Lin Shen.

They had not seen Lin Shen, but they had heard of him.

Tuoba Cheng seemed surprised by Lin Shen's presence, his gaze lingering on him for a moment before nodding lightly.

"Do not let your cultivation fall into disuse."

Lin Shen raised his head, his expression somewhat excited, and nodded heavily, "Disciple will follow Master's teachings."

After saying this, he clasped his hands and stepped out of the door.

Han Muye presented the wooden case in his hand to Tuoba Cheng.

"Uncle, this is the sword prepared for the sect gathering."

He opened the sword case for Tuoba Cheng to inspect.

Tuoba Cheng's gaze swept over the golden longsword, and he grinned, "Brat, you have quite a few tricks up your sleeve."

After saying this, he reached out and took the wooden case, casually tossing it aside.

"Brat, the sect can't reward you much this time."

Tuoba Cheng looked at Han Muye.

Just as Han Muye was about to speak, Tuoba Cheng picked up a yellowed scroll he had been sketching on the long table.

"I have a White Tiger Scroll here. Take it and meditate on it; it might be beneficial for your body cultivation and sword practice."

Without waiting for Han Muye to examine the scroll, Tuoba Cheng rolled it up and thrust it into Han Muye's hand.

"Alas, among my disciples in the Three Stones Hall, not one can comprehend this scroll."

"Back then—"

Tuoba Cheng's gaze fell on Lin Shen standing at the door, and he shook his head, falling silent.

Han Muye held the scroll with both hands and bowed, "Thank you, Uncle, for your gift."

On the way back to the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye noticed Lin Shen's gaze involuntarily falling on the scroll in his hand.

"Do you recognize this scroll, Instructor Lin?"

The title "instructor" had become a habit, and Han Muye was too lazy to change it.

Hearing Han Muye's words, Lin Shen nodded, his face showing a complex expression.

"Master's body cultivation technique is fierce and overwhelming. A backlash from a sword strike in the Demon Valley left his cultivation stagnant, and his qi and blood had nowhere to vent, so he would sketch the White Tiger daily to疏导."

"According to legend, this White Tiger Scroll contains the inheritance of Master's body cultivation technique."

Inheritance?

So precious?

Han Muye's steps paused, feeling the scroll in his hand become hot.

Anything involving inheritance is hot.

The Three Stones Hall has many experts.

Seeing his expression, Lin Shen smiled, "Don't worry, no one will come to take this inheritance."

"This scroll is hung in the Three Stones Hall for two or three months every year, but for many years, no one in the Three Stones Hall has been able to comprehend it."

"Back then—" Lin Shen shook his head, a hint of regret flashing across his face, and he said softly, "Back then, my elder brother was exceptionally insightful, which is why Master appreciated him."

Lin Chongxiao.

Just now in the Three Stones Hall, Tuoba Cheng must have also thought of Lin Chongxiao.

Those who like to cultivate body techniques often lack insight and prefer to make up for it with hard work.

If there were one or two with good insight to inherit the technique, Tuoba Cheng would naturally be pleased.

Unfortunately.

The two continued on their way, both somewhat silent.

By the time they saw the Sword Pavilion in the distance, the sun was setting.

Han Muye saw a figure pacing in a circle at the bend in the mountain path ahead.

"Senior Sister Lu?"

"Are you here to see Brother Liu?"

"Why not go?"

Han Muye's voice made the figure pacing in a circle turn around. Who else could it be but Lu Qingping?

"Junior Brother Han."

Lu Qingping looked at Han Muye and nodded to Lin Shen beside him.

"Junior Brother Han, I, I'm not here to find Zhenxiong Brother, I am—"

Before Lu Qingping could finish, Han Muye had already taken large strides forward, shouting to the Sword Pavilion, "Brother Liu, Senior Sister Lu is here to see you!"

Inside the Sword Pavilion, Huang Lao Liu shot out like a bolt.

Lu Qingping stood there, her face blushing, and she lightly stepped aside, walking toward the Sword Pavilion.

Han Muye walked quickly, turning his back to Lu Qingping and winking at Huang Lao Liu.

Huang Lao Liu put on a stern face and glared at him.

"Junior Sister, your sect gathering is about to start, so you need to prepare well."

Huang Lao Liu put his hands behind his back, speaking in an official tone.

Lu Qingping nodded but did not dare to look at Huang Lao Liu.

The two stood on the stone steps, one above and one below, about ten feet apart.

Han Muye waved his hand, signaling Lu Gao and Lin Shen to follow him.

Huang Lao Liu spoke again, "Junior Sister, have you chosen your sword for today?"

Hearing Huang Lao Liu mention the sword, Lu Qingping's heart beat faster, and she quickly raised the sword in her hand.

Seeing the sword in Lu Qingping's hand, Huang Lao Liu's face changed, and he turned to Han Muye, exclaiming, "Did you help your Sixth Sister-in-Law choose this broken sword?"

Han Muye's mouth opened slightly, looking at the sword in Lu Qingping's hand.

Lu Qingping stood there, her face as red as a burning cloud.

Sixth Sister-in-Law.