Chapter 72

In the front row, an elder of the Duanhua Sword Sect turned his head to look at Han Muye, a hint of surprise appearing on his face.

"Hehe, young friend, can you explain why you say Fu Zhou lost unjustly?"

First, he affirmed Qi Tao's strength, and now he says Fu Zhou lost unjustly.

The crowd didn't know if Han Muye had truly seen something or if he was just trying to attract attention.

Han Muye looked at Fu Zhou, picked up the book, and smiled lightly. "According to the records, Fu Zhou and Qi Tao's combat strength is indeed comparable. In the battle just now, Fu Zhou also demonstrated his own strength."

This statement made the disciples watching from below nod in agreement.

Qi Tao won, but Fu Zhou didn't lose in a single blow.

Fu Zhou looked at Han Muye with a hint of gratitude.

Han Muye then said loudly, "You lost because you were afraid in your heart."

Fu Zhou's body trembled, and just as he raised his head, he heard Han Muye say calmly, "The Duanhua Sword Sect is close to the Suyang Sect, and they have a good relationship. I imagine the sight of the Suyang Sect's defeated disciples made you afraid."

At this point, Han Muye shook his head, as if speaking to Fu Zhou, to others, or to himself: "The path of cultivation most fears indecision. If your heart is not firm, and you are hesitant, in the end, you will end up pleasing no one."

On the high platform, Fu Zhou's face turned pale. He bowed and turned to walk down.

The disciples below nodded slightly, while others looked puzzled.

Han Muye's words were too vague.

But the meaning seemed to be a warning to Fu Zhou, saying that his mental fortitude in cultivation was lacking and not firm.

The elder of the Duanhua Sword Sect looked displeased and turned away.

Han Muye turned to look at Zhao Pu and Tuoba Cheng.

Zhao Pu looked bewildered, while Tuoba Cheng nodded slightly.

Alright.

Han Muye sighed in relief and sat back down.

The Duanhua Sword Sect, as seen from the memory of Qin Yuanhe's sword, was an earlier sect that had allied with the Taoling Sword Sect, even before the Suyang Sect.

The Suyang Sect was actually turned by the Duanhua Sword Sect.

In the battle just now, Fu Zhou's combat strength was not much worse than Qi Tao's, yet he was hesitant and was disarmed by Qi Tao in just a few moves, clearly lacking the will to fight.

Han Muye guessed that Fu Zhou must have known about the sect's decision, that the sect had betrayed the Jiuxuan Sword Sect, which is why he was hesitant during the sword duel.

After all, this was Jiuxuan Mountain. If the Jiuxuan Sword Sect knew that the Duanhua Sword Sect had betrayed them, none of the people here would be able to escape.

Seeing that Fu Zhou's mental fortitude was not firm, perhaps he could be a breakthrough point.

Just now, by commenting on Fu Zhou, he also gave Tuoba Cheng a hint.

The relationship between the Suyang Sect and the Duanhua Sword Sect was obvious, and saying that Fu Zhou was indecisive and would end up pleasing no one, Tuoba Cheng must have understood.

...

On the high platform, two young men in white robes stood facing each other.

"Let's talk about how this battle will go."

Tuoba Cheng's voice sounded again.

Zhao Pu turned to look at Han Muye, a smug expression on his face.

It's fine once or twice, but wouldn't it be tiring to do it too much?

Han Muye sighed inwardly and opened the book in his hand.

"In this battle, I guess Qian Kaishen of the Guangyue Sword Sect will lose."

"In this battle, the disciple of the Suyang Sect lacks the will to fight and has no chance of winning."

"In this battle, Sun Ming of the Sun family in Heifu City has a higher chance of winning."

...

For each subsequent battle, Han Muye made a prediction.

The results of each battle were largely in line with what he said.

The strong figures from various sects in the front row were already whispering about Han Muye's identity.

Zhao Pu was completely puzzled.

"Clang—"

On the high platform, Lin Yuxia disarmed her opponent and then turned to look at Han Muye.

"Brother Han, what do you think of my sword technique?"

On the platform, Han Muye shook his head and said calmly, "Winning is good. You have a higher cultivation and more profound sword technique. What is there to boast about?"

Lin Yuxia's face turned red. She sheathed her sword and turned to leave.

Han Muye looked at the young man who was picking up his sword and preparing to leave, and said, "Your sword technique does not match your cultivation talent. If you had a sword technique of equal combat strength, you wouldn't have lost."

Hearing Han Muye's words, the young man turned and bowed to Han Muye, saying softly, "Tao Shan thanks Brother for your guidance."

Lin Yuxia, who was leaving, gritted her teeth.

——————

By the time the sun was setting, today's battles had ended.

Tuoba Cheng stood up and looked at Han Muye.

"Zhao Pu said you comprehended the White Tiger Scroll. What did you comprehend?"

This question made Zhao Pu, who had just stood up, tremble and widen his eyes.

Could it be that Master is deliberately using Han Brother's mouth to tell me the secret of the White Tiger Scroll?

Han Muye glanced at Zhao Pu and said softly, "I comprehended that if you want to roar in the mountains, you must have the power to intimidate all beasts."

"The White Tiger Scroll is still lacking in power."

Lacking in power!

Zhao Pu's eyelids twitched.

This was a provocation!

This was dissatisfaction with Master's constant testing today!

Zhao Pu could feel that his Master, behind him, was like a tiger suppressing his anger, ready to burst at any moment.

However, he didn't wait for Tuoba Cheng to burst but heard him ask calmly, "Then what do you think it takes to have power?"

Han Muye bowed slightly and said softly, "When a tiger descends from the mountain, the wind and clouds follow, and all beasts submit. Uncle, you are just missing an opportunity."

For so many years, Tuoba Cheng had used the White Tiger Scroll to carry his sword intent, clearly waiting for an opportunity to step forward and form a sword momentum.

But this opportunity was unknown when it would come.

Tuoba Cheng narrowed his eyes and looked at Han Muye quietly. After a moment, he chuckled and then turned to leave.

"Pity..."

His voice echoed.

Zhao Pu was bewildered.

He didn't know what his Master was pitying.

Han Muye also didn't know if Tuoba Cheng was pitying himself for not having the opportunity or pitying that Han Muye didn't join the Sishi Hall.

Looking up at Han Muye, Zhao Pu asked tentatively, "Brother Han, is the White Tiger Scroll really that hard to comprehend?"

He didn't understand a single word of Han Muye's conversation with Master Tuoba Cheng just now.

This was a huge blow to him, who was eager to comprehend the White Tiger Scroll.

"It's not that hard, just maybe you need to change your perspective," Han Muye shook his head and then smiled. "How about I directly tell you the method, Brother Zhao?"

Zhao Pu's expression changed, and he finally shook his head. "Let's talk about it later..."

When Han Muye returned to the Sword Pavilion, Huang Lao Liu eagerly approached him.

"How did it go?"

"How did it go?"

Han Muye smiled and told him the order arranged by Zhao Pu.

Hearing that Zhao Pu had already arranged it to ensure Lu Qingping wouldn't lose in ten matches, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother Liu, you go watch the matches these few days. I'll take care of the sword viewing at the Sword Pavilion."

Han Muye patted Huang Lao Liu's shoulder.

Huang Lao Liu was about to refuse when Han Muye said softly, "Tomorrow morning, there's a match for Sister Liu."

Huang Lao Liu trembled and nodded lightly.

He really wanted to go watch.

Han Muye returned to his quiet room, looked up at the White Tiger Scroll, and quietly visualized it.

The momentum of the tiger in his mind was still overwhelming. Just one roar could make his soul tremble and stir the sword intent in his qi sea.

When he turned his head, his face was pale, and he found that although his soul was slightly damaged, it had become a bit more refined.

Is this a method of cultivating the soul?

Han Muye felt that the Sword Cultivation Technique, which drew sword qi into the body, was excruciatingly painful, and visualizing the White Tiger Scroll made his soul tremble.

Was he cultivating or seeking punishment?

Sitting cross-legged on the wooden bed, he extended his hand.

In his palm, a pale blue, icy cold aura rose.

A spell.

The cold dissipated, and flames rose again.

The greatest gain today was comprehending so many spells.

Flames, wind, clouds, ice arrows...

Various spells transformed and eventually dissipated.

"Countless spells, how can they match a single sword?"

Closing his eyes and lying on the wooden bed, Han Muye slowly closed his eyes.

A faint sword qi flowed around his body.

Unconsciously, the sword qi he had cultivated in his dantian, which could continuously regenerate, had already exceeded a hundred.

His body and bones were covered with a faint silver layer.

Sword bones.

...

The next day, after eating breakfast, Huang Lao Liu eagerly went to the gathering venue to watch Lu Qingping's match.

Han Muye, on the other hand, was polishing swords and collecting sword qi in the Sword Pavilion.

"The Sword Pavilion is a restricted area. Outsiders are not allowed to enter."

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

"The Cao family, a sword forging family, has come to deliver twenty-one newly forged swords to the Jiuxuan Sword Sect's Sword Pavilion."

Newly forged swords entering the pavilion?

Han Muye put away the sword and turned to walk to the entrance of the Sword Pavilion.

Business has come.