Chapter 66

**Condensing Sword Technique.**

**The inheritance Huang Lao Liu received from the Sword Pavilion elder.**

**The Spirit Sword Technique is not as good as the Nourishing Sword Technique.**

**But this is still an inheritance from the Sword Pavilion, capable of condensing a sword at the Hundred Breath Heavenly Realm.**

**Such an inheritance is incredibly precious.**

**However, it is a private transmission. If discovered, the punishment awaiting Huang Lao Liu would be unimaginable.**

**Han Muye glanced at Huang Lao Liu and shook his head with a smile, saying, "Sixth Brother, you are about to become a Sword Pavilion steward and an elder. Did you sell the Condensing Sword Technique for two high-grade spirit stones?"**

**In the secular world, a single penny can stump a hero.**

**In the cultivation world, this principle still holds.**

**For the vast majority of low-rank cultivators, two high-grade spirit stones are something they can never earn in their lifetime.**

**And those who can afford two high-grade spirit stones have already moved beyond such wealth.**

**"I didn't sell the Condensing Sword Technique," Huang Lao Liu said solemnly, looking at Han Muye. "I'm afraid I can't repay this favor."**

**Can't repay?**

**Han Muye's brows furrowed.**

**At this moment, Huang Lao Liu suddenly grinned, saying proudly, "My wife has already said she wants me to accompany her back to Jin Yang."**

**Back to Jin Yang? Huang Lao Liu and Lu Qingping's hometown.**

**Lu Qingping is willing to accompany Huang Lao Liu into seclusion?**

**Has she come to her senses?**

**Han Muye nodded, a smile appearing on his face. "Sixth Brother, congratulations."**

**If Lu Qingping really leaves Qingfeng Temple, it might be a good thing.**

**After all, Qingfeng Temple betrayed the Nine Profound Sword Sect.**

**The wrinkles on Huang Lao Liu's face smoothed out, making him look much younger.**

**"Then, Sixth Brother, what about your cultivation..." Han Muye asked hesitantly in a low voice.**

**Huang Lao Liu had once boasted that he would reach the Heavenly Realm, even the Hundred Breath Heavenly Realm.**

**"Cultivation, it's best to go with the flow."**

**"What's the Hundred Breath Heavenly Realm compared to a warm home with wife and children?"**

**Rubbing his chin, Huang Lao Liu's toothless mouth curled into a smile.**

**"When I go down the mountain with Sister Ping, I'll pass the Condensing Sword Technique to you."**

**"Even if I don't pass it to you, the elder will. You are the most suitable person to lead the Sword Pavilion."**

**Reaching out to pat Han Muye's shoulder, Huang Lao Liu turned back to his meditation room and took out a small cloth bag.**

**"These longevity-enhancing spirit medicines, I don't need them. You keep them."**

**These medicines were bought by Lu Qingping earlier in the day, including a piece of Frost Melting Spirit Bamboo root, which Tang Yunhao gave to Han Muye.**

**Han Muye initially wanted to refuse but, after some thought, accepted them.**

**These spirit medicines, in Huang Lao Liu's hands, wouldn't be enough to refine elixirs.**

**And Han Muye himself still had the main ingredients given by Bai Suzhen. With some additional ingredients, he could refine elixirs.**

**At worst, he could share an elixir with Huang Lao Liu later.**

**Seeing Han Muye accept the spirit medicines, Huang Lao Liu chuckled and returned to his meditation room.**

**Han Muye also returned to his meditation room, lying on the bed, somewhat lost in thought.**

**Huang Lao Liu is about to leave the Sword Pavilion, leaving the Nine Profound Sword Sect.**

**From now on, the first floor of the Sword Pavilion might be left with only him.**

**It seems that cultivation is ultimately a lonely journey.**

**On this path, some fall, some turn back.**

**Han Muye's face showed a hint of a smile.**

**Huang Lao Liu getting what he wished for made him happy.**

**"Unfortunately, I came to this world with no ties..."**

**Han Muye muttered, his gaze falling on the White Tiger scroll hanging on the opposite wall.**

**"No, I still have you all..."**

**In his qi sea, the sword intentions gently trembled.**

**These sword intentions seemed to want to transform into sword qi, piercing through his body, merging into his dantian, becoming a part of him.**

**Not just these sword intentions, but the sword qi infused in the swords on the first floor of the Sword Pavilion also seemed to sense Han Muye's emotions, emitting a faint resonance.**

**At this moment, Han Muye felt inexplicably at ease.**

**Isn't cultivation about achieving this sense of peace?**

**——**

**In the early morning, Han Muye went to the courtyard to wash and practice sword techniques. Huang Lao Liu had already risen and was exercising.**

**"Sixth Brother, slow down, be careful not to strain your waist," Han Muye said with a smile.**

**"Pah, Sixth Brother's waist is fine," Huang Lao Liu shouted, his movements matching the formless sword techniques Han Muye had learned.**

**Han Muye casually swung his long sword, effortlessly using the various sword techniques he had previously comprehended.**

**Although the sword lacked infused spirit energy, it had a mysterious quality.**

**The long sword lightly vibrated as Han Muye took a deep breath, pointing the sword tip forward.**

**In his mind, the image of the White Tiger descending from the mountain on the wall of his meditation room appeared.**

**In the courtyard, the threads of sword intention slowly condensed.**

**The sword qi transformed into threads, like the endless tiger fur in the painting, each strand of fur being a thread of sword qi.**

**As the sword qi condensed like rain threads, the courtyard suddenly turned cold.**

**Huang Lao Liu, who was kicking his legs, shivered and quickly tightened his robe.**

**However, just as Han Muye's sword qi condensed, it shattered and dissipated.**

**Holding the long sword, his brows furrowed.**

**The inability to condense the sword qi was due to his insufficient cultivation.**

**If he could cultivate the sword momentum, he could instantly condense the sword qi.**

**After a moment of contemplation, he tried again.**

**Since the external sword qi was unresponsive, he would use the refined internal sword qi.**

**These sword qi were obedient and could be reformed after being consumed.**

**In his dantian, the originally scattered sword qi vibrated and rushed through Han Muye's meridians.**

**Initially gentle, the sword qi turned cold as soon as it left his body.**

**Driven by Han Muye's will, the sword qi slowly condensed.**

**One foot long.**

**Three inches.**

**The sword qi swayed and returned to Han Muye's body.**

**The image of the White Tiger in his mind also dissipated.**

**Understanding and mastery are two different things.**

**Tuoba Cheng could use a soft ink brush to condense the sword qi into tiger fur.**

**But for Han Muye, even condensing a single strand of tiger fur was difficult.**

**Thinking that he could master the cultivation techniques of a Heavenly Realm expert with his full-level comprehension was too presumptuous.**

**Whether it's condensing sword qi into threads or the White Tiger sword momentum, only a Heavenly Realm expert can master them.**

**"Indeed, cultivation is a tower built step by step."**

**Han Muye slowly sheathed his sword, muttering.**

**In his dantian, the sword qi was much more condensed and lively than before.**

**However, the spirit energy that originally filled his dantian had been consumed by more than half.**

**This was the amount equivalent to ten top-grade cloud qi elixirs.**

**"Condensing sword qi, sword bones, and sword threads all consume a large amount of spirit energy."**

**Han Muye's eyes sparkled.**

**This was the glow of spirit stones.**

**When Huang Lao Liu turned around and saw Han Muye's gaze, he was slightly taken aback.**

**"Brother Han, what sword technique are you practicing? It looks like a tiger ready to eat someone."**

**...**

**In the morning, no one came to the Sword Pavilion.**

**In the square in front of the gate, Lin Shen wielded his large sword, creating a fierce wind.**

**Lu Gao, the gatekeeper, was more cautious, leaning against the door frame and snoring softly.**

**Lin Shen, an inner disciple, could make as much noise as he wanted, but Lu Gao, who relied on the Sword Pavilion for a living, couldn't compare.**

**In the afternoon.**

**"Sixth Brother, aren't you going to see your wife today?"**

**Han Muye, who was wiping the long sword and collecting sword qi in front of the wooden rack, asked curiously.**

**According to common sense, during the passionate phase of a relationship, one day feels like three autumns, but today, Huang Lao Liu was sitting at the long table, not in a hurry.**

**"The sect gathering starts tomorrow. Sister Ping needs to harmonize with her sword, so I can't disturb her," Huang Lao Liu said, shaking his head.**

**"Brother Han, the sect gathering is quite spectacular. You must go and see it," he added, turning to look at Han Muye.**

**"It's said that many young female disciples from various sects are quite beautiful. You can't miss it."**

**See?**

**See the young female disciples at the sect gathering?**

**Am I that kind of person?**