Chapter 71

Pointing to the young man on the left side of the high platform, Han Muye said indifferently, "This round, Lingjue Sect's Qi Tao wins."

Although his voice was not loud, the strong figures from various sects who were paying attention in the front row all heard him.

"Hmm, I wonder why you say so, young friend?" A Daoist with gray hair and wearing a blue cloud-patterned robe turned his head, looking at Han Muye and smiling.

"I am Daoist Qi Mingyuan of Lingjue Sect, curious how you determined that Qi Tao would win."

"I am also curious, young friend, why you concluded that our Duanhua Sword Sect would lose this round." Another old man with a simple face and wearing a hemp robe also turned his head. His expression was not displeased, but rather calm.

The others, to varying degrees, shifted their attention to Han Muye.

Han Muye hadn't expected that the elders of the two families he commented on would be sitting in the front row.

For a moment, he felt a bit awkward.

He turned his head and saw that Tuoba Cheng had an expressionless face, while Zhao Pu was looking at him with curiosity, seemingly wondering why he was so certain.

Since this was Tuoba Cheng's test, Han Muye no longer shrank back.

"The two on the platform are not the top elites of their respective sects. From the records, their aptitude, cultivation, and insight are roughly the same."

Han Muye placed his hand on the page in front of him and spoke clearly.

Zhao Pu nodded.

It was precisely because the page showed no difference in their strength that he dared not make a judgment.

Not only would it be embarrassing to be wrong, but it would be even more embarrassing to be wrong in front of everyone.

"But we, cultivators of the sword, should have the spirit and bone of the sword."

"At this moment, Qi Tao clearly has a stronger presence and momentum on the platform."

"As Uncle Tuoba said, he has the courage of a true strong person."

Zhao Pu was taken aback and looked up at the high platform.

Indeed, the battle that had just started was completely one-sided, even though the two should have been evenly matched.

Qi Tao of Lingjue Sect wielded his long sword, and sword qi surged.

The opponent was completely suppressed, retreating step by step.

"Truly, it is so..." Zhao Pu murmured softly.

The experts from various sects in the front row also nodded slightly.

Qi Mingyuan turned to Han Muye and smiled, bowing.

On the high platform, the battle was without suspense.

In just ten moves, Qi Tao's long sword swept and knocked the sword out of his opponent's hand.

The result of the duel was exactly as Han Muye had predicted.

"Qi Tao of Lingjue Sect wins," the person in charge on the platform announced loudly.

Many of those sitting in the front row turned their heads and looked at Han Muye a few more times.

Among the young disciples of the Nine Profound Sword Sect, one with such precise insight was not simple.

"Hehe, young friend, could you please comment on Qi Tao's performance?" Qi Mingyuan stood up, smiling at Han Muye and pointing to the two standing tall on the high platform.

This was pushing the task of commenting and encouraging the winner to him?

Han Muye was slightly taken aback.

Those who had previously commented were all the strong figures from various sects sitting in the front row, whose cultivation was at least at the Foundation Establishment stage, or even the Earth Realm.

These people were experienced and had sharp eyes. Even if they spoke generally, they had something substantial to say.

Compared to these people, Han Muye's background and experience were as thin as a blank sheet of paper.

"Junior Brother Han, say a few words."

Zhao Pu spoke, looking forward and saying, "Our Nine Profound Sword Sect is hosting this gathering. If there are truly outstanding elites, we are willing to cultivate them vigorously."

Han Muye had heard Zhao Pu say yesterday that for young elites in the subordinate sects who had good aptitude and character and were worth cultivating, the Nine Profound Sword Sect would offer additional rewards.

This was considered an investment.

When these people grew into experts, they would inevitably repay the favor.

Moreover, cultivating more experts in the subordinate sects was also beneficial to the Nine Profound Sword Sect.

In the cultivation world, there was a concept of cause and effect. Those who received resources would mostly be close to the Nine Profound Sword Sect and work for it, becoming part of the pro-Nine Profound faction.

Hearing Zhao Pu's words, Han Muye smiled and nodded.

Zhao Pu was telling him that he could comment casually, as the final decision would still be based on actual resources.

Even if he praised someone to the skies now, they wouldn't really be grateful without actual resources.

"Cough, cough—"

Standing up and looking forward, Han Muye cleared his throat.

Immediately, the two on the high platform and the surrounding spectators were drawn to him.

Qi Tao and his companion were taken aback.

A young disciple of the Nine Profound Sword Sect was going to comment on this battle?

The disciples of various sects watching from below looked at Han Muye, and various discussions began quietly.

Han Muye looked to be about their age. Although he was wearing the inner disciple robe of the Nine Profound Sword Sect, did he have the qualifications to comment on the battle?

"Who is this? An inner disciple expert of the Nine Profound Sword Sect?" someone whispered in confusion.

"I don't know, but he must be strong. Didn't you see that Zhao Pu, an inner disciple elite of the Nine Profound Sword Sect, is sitting with him?"

"Junior Brother Han..." Lu Qingping, standing below the platform, looked at Han Muye with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

"Ah, it's him." Lin Yuxia, holding a long sword, brightened her eyes.

"It's him!" A young man who had seen Han Muye at Sujin Tower the day before was taken aback and whispered.

Another young man behind him narrowed his eyes, looking at Han Muye on the platform.

"Ah, Senior Brother Han is going to comment on this battle." Not far from the platform, a group of outer disciples of the Nine Profound Sword Sect gathered, and Qiao Qing'er, with a curious look, said with a smile.

Beside Qiao Qing'er, the pale-faced Huo Ping lowered his head, tightly gripping his long sword, his fingers turning white.

"Qi Tao of Lingjue Sect."

Han Muye spoke.

Qi Tao on the platform hurriedly bowed.

"Are you cultivating the Zhenzong Sword Technique Jueyun of your Lingjue Sect?" Han Muye asked again.

Qi Tao looked up at Han Muye.

This information had been recorded and reported to the Nine Profound Sword Sect before the duel.

A hint of disappointment flashed across his face. He had hoped to receive some guidance, but now it seemed unlikely.

"This guy has some skills, he can even tell what sword technique Qi Tao is cultivating." Someone below the platform whispered.

"Tsk, it's recorded. This guy probably can't say anything else, just reading from the record," someone said disdainfully.

The originally noisy scene gradually quieted down, waiting for Han Muye to continue his comments.

Han Muye looked at Qi Tao, and in his mind, the sword technique Jueyun kept flashing.

"Your sword technique is well-cultivated, already reaching the Yun Tao Jusan stage." Han Muye's next words made Qi Tao's face change.

Qi Mingyuan, the strong figure of Lingjue Sect in front of Han Muye, also changed his expression.

"However, your foundation is still not solid enough. To reach the Fengqi Yunyong stage, you still lack the necessary experience." Han Muye continued.

Qi Tao stared at Han Muye with wide eyes, his bowing hand trembling slightly.

"Could you please elaborate, young friend?" Qi Mingyuan turned to Han Muye, bowed, and then said softly, "Qi Tao is my son."

Hearing this, Han Muye smiled lightly.

No wonder this person was so concerned.

Waving his hand, Han Muye looked at Qi Tao: "To reach the Fengqi Yunyong stage, you need to practice your footwork diligently."

Footwork?

Qi Tao nodded slightly, hurriedly bowed, and prepared to thank him.

Regardless of whether Han Muye's advice was true or not, he had given a suggestion.

At this moment, Han Muye suddenly spoke again: "Of course, if you want to reach the third level of Fengjuan Kuanglan, just practicing hard won't be enough."

Qi Tao's mouth opened, his face showing confusion.

Qi Mingyuan's body trembled, and he bowed to Han Muye: "Young friend, can the Jueyun Sword Technique really be cultivated to the third level?"

He looked up at Han Muye, who smiled but said nothing, and hurriedly added, "If you can point out the key points of the third level of this sword technique, our Lingjue Sect is willing to offer ten thousand spirit stones."

Ten thousand spirit stones!

Zhao Pu turned to look at Han Muye, as if he didn't recognize him.

"Things unrelated to the gathering and duels can be discussed later."

At this moment, Tuoba Cheng, who had been silent, spoke indifferently.

Discuss it later.

Qi Mingyuan hurriedly bowed to Tuoba Cheng and sat back down.

What's going on?

Below the platform, countless people were taken aback.

The voices on the high platform were not small, and anyone who had reached the Qi Condensation stage and had sharp hearing could hear clearly.

Han Muye not only gave guidance on the sword technique but also pointed out the obstacles in its subsequent cultivation.

This guidance was worth ten thousand spirit stones, even to an expert of Lingjue Sect.

Doesn't this mean that a single word of guidance from him is worth ten thousand spirit stones?

Below the platform, the eyes of the disciples of various sects who were about to go up shone.

"I'll be up next. I want to see if he can give me any guidance," a tall young man holding a long sword muttered.

"This Senior Brother Han really has some skills," Qiao Qing'er whispered, drawing nods from many around her, except for Huo Ping, whose face turned even uglier.

Han Muye smiled slightly and then looked at the two on the high platform who were about to leave.

"Fu Zhou of Duanhua Sword Sect, you actually lost a bit unfairly."

Han Muye's words made the two on the platform turn around again.

Fu Zhou, who had lost, didn't expect to receive any comments and looked at Han Muye, bowing slightly.

The old man from Duanhua Sword Sect sitting in the front row also turned around and looked at Han Muye.

Commenting on the loser?

Below the platform, everyone looked at Han Muye again.

Han Muye didn't want to force the drama.

But there were some things he had to say.