Chapter 69

Surely it was for the White Tiger Scroll.

Han Muye guessed that Zhao Pu would be concerned about this matter.

"Senior Brother Zhao—"

Just as Han Muye was about to speak, Zhao Pu turned around to look at him, his eyes bright, showing no sign of drunkenness.

"I have been mingling in the Spell Tower, practicing low-level body cultivation techniques, all in the hope of gaining insight into the cultivation method and breaking through the illusions."

"In the Three Stones Study, no one desires to understand the secrets of the Hundred Tigers Scroll more than I do."

Staring into Han Muye's eyes, Zhao Pu's voice carried a hint of suppressed emotion.

"I am the eldest disciple of the Three Stones Study."

Indeed, no one valued the inheritance of the Three Stones Study more than Zhao Pu.

Han Muye understood his feelings very well.

Nodding slightly, Han Muye said softly, "Senior Brother Zhao, I can hand over the White Tiger Scroll to you."

In his view, the value of the White Tiger Scroll lay not only in its inherent destructive power but also in the sword qi and sword momentum凝聚法门.

Understanding these two aspects, the value of the Hundred Tigers Scroll itself would be reduced to just a few sword intents.

Han Muye was not lacking in sword intents.

His words made Zhao Pu slightly stunned.

Staring at Han Muye, Zhao Pu said in a deep voice, "Really?"

Han Muye smiled and was about to turn to fetch the White Tiger Scroll.

"Brother Han, you are truly remarkable." Suddenly, Zhao Pu laughed heartily.

He waved his hand, a broad smile on his face. "Even if the White Tiger Scroll is precious, I, Zhao Pu, would not be so shameless as to beg for it."

"Whatever Master gives you, it is yours."

At this, his expression turned sincere, and he said softly, "Brother Han, you know, Master is looking for someone who can understand the White Tiger Scroll to entrust the inheritance of the Three Stones Study."

"What a pity that Senior Brother Lin had such good insight back then."

"Actually, when I saw you comprehend the Iron Ox Technique, I had the idea of bringing you into the Three Stones Study."

Lifting his head, Zhao Pu's mountain-like figure became even more imposing.

"Who am I, the eldest disciple of the Three Stones Study?"

"Whoever can obtain Master's inheritance, I will be happy for them."

"For years, Master has been injured and unable to advance in cultivation, only able to sketch the White Tiger Scroll every day, but unable to find someone who can understand the inheritance. It pains me to see this."

He patted Han Muye's shoulder.

"Understand it well, and don't辜负了Master's heartfelt intentions."

With that, he turned and walked away, his steps firm, showing no sign of drunkenness.

Severely injured, unable to advance in cultivation, and looking for an inheritor?

Uncle Tuoba is really hiding a lot...

Han Muye shook his head and called out to Zhao Pu, "Senior Brother Zhao, do you really not want the White Tiger Scroll? I have almost fully understood it."

Almost fully understood!

Zhao Pu stumbled, almost falling.

He slowly turned around, his gaze fixed on Han Muye's face, speaking slowly, "Are you serious?"

Han Muye nodded.

There was no help for it; his insight was too good.

"Senior Brother Zhao, the White Tiger Scroll is not very useful to me now. I'll give it to you."

Han Muye's expression was sincere.

Zhao Pu had a good character and was worth befriending.

"Or, I can tell you the true method of understanding the White Tiger Scroll—"

Before Han Muye could finish, Zhao Pu raised his hand. "No!"

He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and turned to walk away.

"Damn it, I'll go back and meditate. I don't believe that the difference in insight can be so great..."

He was clearly shaken.

Han Muye laughed and said, "Senior Brother Zhao, you haven't taken the scroll yet."

From around the corner, Zhao Pu's muffled voice came, "Master sketches a White Tiger Scroll every three months. There are plenty of them in the Three Stones Study."

Han Muye was stunned.

Damn.

Only after Zhao Pu had walked far away did Han Muye turn and head toward the Sword Pavilion, somewhat dejected.

He thought he had obtained a great treasure, but it turned out to be a common item, a dime a dozen.

At the stone steps, Lin Shen stood with a large sword.

"Brother Han," Lin Shen's face showed a hint of hesitation, then he said softly, "Can you also help my little sister?"

During dinner, Old Six had asked Han Muye and Zhao Pu to help Lu Qingping achieve a good ranking.

Lin Shen wanted to speak up but ultimately remained silent.

He could ask Han Muye.

But he did not want to ask Zhao Pu.

He had his pride.

Han Muye smiled and nodded. "Captain Lin, don't worry. Your sister is like my sister."

"I'll go to the gathering venue tomorrow to assess the elites of the sects."

Helping one person is the same as helping two.

A favor done is a favor done.

Lin Shen's face showed excitement, and he nodded heavily.

Some things didn't need to be said.

——

Back in his quiet room, Han Muye took out the alchemy furnace he hadn't used for days.

He had forgotten to bring some spiritual herbs from Bai Suzhen today, and the herbs he had for refining Cloud Qi Pills were running low.

A faint sword qi gathered in his palm, and then the sword intent in his qi sea slowly flowed out, surrounding the alchemy furnace.

He added the herbs in a specific order.

The fragrance of the herbs rose from the alchemy furnace.

Han Muye's movements were orderly.

He refined only three batches of pills, yielding fifteen top-grade Cloud Qi Pills.

Han Muye found that using sword intent to refine pills purified the herbs, making the potency pure, thus producing top-grade pills in every batch.

If orthodox sword cultivators knew that he was using sword intent, which only Earth Realm cultivators could condense, to refine Qi Condensation pills, would they not be enraged?

After refining the pills, he retracted the sword intent and looked at the alchemy furnace.

After so many rounds of refining, his alchemy furnace was covered in cracks.

Using sword intent to refine pills was great, except it was hard on the furnace.

He wondered if Bai Suzhen had any good alchemy furnaces left. He would take one next time.

Putting away the alchemy furnace, he spread his hand, revealing three top-grade Cloud Qi Pills.

Each pill was worth five thousand spirit stones.

The potent medicinal power of the Cloud Qi Pills surged through his meridians as they entered his body.

If his meridians hadn't been refined countless times by sword qi, the sheer potency of the spiritual qi would have burst them.

The spiritual qi from the three top-grade Cloud Qi Pills filled his dantian, and Han Muye's face turned red.

A tearing pain blossomed.

Mo Yuan had once told Han Muye that the happiest moment for a cultivator was when the dantian was full of spiritual qi.

Continuously filling and compressing the spiritual qi expanded the dantian while increasing the concentration of the spiritual qi.

"Do you know why the second-generation cultivators are all so powerful at a young age?"

When Mo Yuan asked this, his face showed a mix of indignation.

"They have an abundance of spiritual qi, spirit stones, and pills from the moment they start cultivating."

"Our low-rank disciples can barely fill their dantian with the spirit stones we receive, while those second-generation cultivators enjoy the fullness of their dantian every day."

"Truly, some are starved to death, while others are bloated to death."

Sitting in meditation, Han Muye was curious. If Mo Yuan knew that he was using the cultivation method he resented, what would he think?

Although Han Muye also despised the cultivation methods of the second-generation cultivators, he believed that not using spirit stones and pills when available was foolish.

"Buzz—"

A faint vibration, and his dantian expanded slightly.

His spiritual qi cultivation reached the peak of the third level of the Foundation Establishment stage.

His body cultivation was also at the third level of the Foundation Establishment stage.

His sword cultivation was very strong.

He felt he could withstand more sword qi.

The loss of lifespan had also decreased slightly.

He had more control over his power.

It felt solid.

...

The next morning, Han Muye specially put on the new clothes he had received from Old Six the day before.

"Well, this appearance doesn't disgrace the reputation of the Sword Pavilion's sword observers," Old Six muttered, then waved his hand. "Go, go, I'll keep an eye on things here."

Han Muye smiled and walked out of the Sword Pavilion gate.

"Clang—"

In the distance, the sound of a bell rang out, and the noise began.

The sect gathering had started.

Han Muye was not in a hurry, walking slowly toward the venue.

The first hour of such gatherings was usually filled with long speeches, which could be headache-inducing.

After a few steps, he suddenly paused and looked up.

"Boom—"

A bolt of lightning split the sky.

"The first match, Zuo Yun of the Three Elements Dao Gate wins—"

The announcement echoed.

So direct?

Shaking his head, Han Muye quickened his pace.

"It seems I was too shallow."

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