Chapter 65

Huang Lao Liu, after finishing his words, stood there stiffly.

His chrysanthemum-like face turned a shy red, and he twisted his head, staring at Han Muye but not daring to look down the stone steps.

"Cough, cough, Brother Liu, this sword, I bought it myself."

Han Muye nodded toward the sword in Lu Qingping's hand.

Huang Lao Liu mechanically turned his head.

Lu Qingping quickly lowered her head and said softly, "I just came to deliver this sword."

Hearing her words, Han Muye hurriedly stepped forward to take the sword and said, "Thank you, Brother Liu—Senior Sister Lu."

Lu Qingping turned and left.

A look of disappointment flashed across Huang Lao Liu's face.

"Brother Liu, it's getting late. It's not safe for Sister Liu to go back alone. There are many wolves in the mountains—" Han Muye shouted loudly.

Huang Lao Liu said in a low voice, "You're always causing trouble."

Though he said this, he was already eagerly chasing after Lu Qingping.

"Brother Liu, do you want to bring dinner? Bones or meat?" Lu Gao shouted over.

Han Muye glared at him, "You're always causing trouble."

Lu Gao grinned.

Cultivators don't pay much attention to food; they can have three meals a day or two meals every three days.

At a high level of cultivation, drinking dew and breathing air, cutting off the five grains is quite normal.

Han Muye had never seen the Sword Pavilion elders eat.

Holding the sword, Han Muye went straight back to the Sword Pavilion's meditation room.

Lin Shen looked at the sky and turned to leave.

Lu Gao stood at the door, a look of confusion on his face.

"Are you all not having dinner?"

"Not really, should I wait for Brother Liu to come back before closing the pavilion door, or should I close it now..."

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In the meditation room, Han Muye put down the White Tiger scroll given to him by Tuoba Cheng, his hand on the sword hilt, a hint of hesitation on his face.

He was familiar with this sword.

Today in the market, he recognized this sword at first glance.

This was the sword that Huang Lao Liu had privately kept.

Usually, Huang Lao Liu treated it as a treasure, constantly polishing it.

Who among men does not wish to have a sword in hand?

Yesterday, Huang Lao Liu sold this sword to gather the spirit stones needed to buy a sword for Lu Qingping.

After much hesitation, Han Muye released his grip on the sword hilt.

No matter what secrets the sword held, they belonged to Huang Lao Liu.

He couldn't look.

Placing the long sword on the table, Han Muye slowly unfolded the White Tiger scroll given to him by Tuoba Cheng.

It was a painting of a white tiger descending from a mountain, its eyes fierce and solitary, as if roaring in the mountains, making all beasts bow.

The tiger's fur was depicted in meticulous detail, each strand visible.

Subconsciously, Han Muye's gaze was drawn to the white tiger's eyes.

The tiger's eyes exuded authority and isolation, as if calling the mountains and making all beasts submit.

After several viewings, the painting indeed had a powerful presence.

Is that all?

It can't be that simple.

If it were so simple, Tuoba Cheng wouldn't have given the painting to him so carefully and told him to visualize it.

Closing his eyes slowly, Han Muye recalled the content of the scroll.

In his mind, images floated.

The White Tiger painting.

Where did this painting come from?

Lin Shen said that after Tuoba Cheng was injured, he drew this to regulate his uncontrollable qi and blood.

How does drawing a painting regulate qi and blood?

Opening his eyes, Han Muye's gaze fell on the tiger's fur.

He reached out and gently touched the scroll.

"Boom—"

"Roar—"

A low rumble echoed in the meditation room, and a fierce wind swept through, shattering the floating dust with hair-like sword qi.

Each strand of the tiger's fur was a strand of sword qi!

At this moment, all the sword qi in the scroll was activated, and countless strands of sword qi raged in the meditation room.

In Han Muye's mind, a white tiger roared, charging in all directions, as if ready to devour someone.

The tiger slowly turned its head, its eyes meeting Han Muye's.

At that moment, Han Muye felt a chill all over his body, as if he were about to be torn apart by the tiger's claws.

"Buzz—"

The sword intent in his qi sea resonated, and the image of the white tiger in his mind shattered and dissipated.

The sword qi in the room also subsided, transforming back into the tiger's fur on the scroll.

Han Muye took a deep breath and stared at the White Tiger painting in front of him.

No wonder no one in the Three Stones Hall could comprehend this painting.

This was not a painting drawn to regulate qi and blood!

Everyone in the Three Stones Hall thought the painting contained Tuoba Cheng's excess qi and blood, and the secrets were all about body cultivation.

In fact, there was not a trace of qi and blood in the painting, only endless sword qi!

Tuoba Cheng did not infuse his qi and blood into the painting but rather condensed the sword qi from his cultivation into the painting.

"Sword qi transformed into threads, as soft as hair."

"The white tiger descends from the mountain, with the force of a collapse."

The painting stored Tuoba Cheng's excess sword qi, and if used, it could be as powerful as a magical weapon.

Most importantly, the painting contained the method to condense sword qi and the sword momentum that Tuoba Cheng had condensed.

Like a tiger roaring in the mountains, the wind and clouds sweeping through.

If it weren't for the abundant and strong sword intent in his qi sea, just viewing the sword momentum would have caused Han Muye's mind to collapse.

However, Tuoba Cheng's sword momentum was not yet complete, and the white tiger had not yet reached the point of no return.

A sharp light shone in Han Muye's eyes.

This Uncle Tuoba had deceived everyone.

What sword path backlash, what severe injuries, what twelve years of recovery.

He was clearly cultivating a sword momentum!

When the sword momentum is complete, he will be invincible below the Heavenly Realm!

"Uncle, you really think highly of me..."

Han Muye looked at the scroll and smiled.

Wasn't Uncle Tuoba afraid that the sword momentum and sword qi in the White Tiger scroll would directly eliminate him?

Thinking of how the Sword Pavilion elders had left him to die, Han Muye shook his head slightly.

Perhaps in the eyes of these powerful people, opportunities always come with danger.

To gain an opportunity, one must bear the risks.

If he couldn't handle it, then he would die.

Carefully hanging the scroll on the wall of the meditation room, Han Muye stepped back and examined it.

Hmm, the meditation room now had a touch of elegance and power.

Looking at the descending white tiger, Han Muye smiled.

Whether it was the method to cultivate sword qi and sword momentum or the painting's use in battle, it was a treasure that he could use.

The reward from Uncle Tuoba was not cheap at all.

"Brother Liu, you're finally back—"

At the entrance of the Sword Pavilion, Lu Gao's aggrieved voice echoed.

It was already dark, and Huang Lao Liu returned a bit early.

Han Muye picked up the sword from the table, just about to leave the meditation room, when a knock came at the door.

"Brother Liu, you came back early. Sister Liu didn't keep you..." Han Muye winked.

Huang Lao Liu shook his head, his expression serious, and looked at the sword in Han Muye's hand.

Han Muye smiled and handed the sword back.

"Brother Liu, you really went all out for Sister Liu. You've had this sword for three or four years, right?"

Huang Lao Liu took the sword, his hand caressing it, his expression complex.

"Six and a half years. I came to the Sword Pavilion half a year ago, and there were some disturbances. Among the sword viewers, only I survived besides the elders."

"At night, I would sleep with it."

Huang Lao Liu gripped the sword tightly and then looked up at Han Muye.

"Brother Han, I'm afraid I can't repay the debt of 20,000 spirit stones."

His eyes were filled with suppressed emotions.

"I'll teach you the Sword Condensation Technique. It's the only thing I can offer."

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