Chapter 76

The Sword Pavilion elder turned to look at the stunned crowd and said calmly, "It has been thirty years since I last partook in this mundane meal."

"Sit down."

The Sword Pavilion elder pointed to the surrounding benches with his hand.

Han Muye gave the crowd a look and then sat down.

The others looked at each other and also took their seats.

The Sword Pavilion elder waved his hand, and several wine glasses appeared on the table.

Han Muye hurriedly stood up, picked up the wine jug, and filled the glasses with wine.

"Rare to share a table with the elder, let's toast to the elder." Han Muye raised his glass and said.

In his view, this Sword Pavilion elder was probably just at the level of a senior manager in a large company.

Although they didn't usually talk much, he was still a person, and if they got along well, they might develop some friendship.

Perhaps because he had not been in the Sword Pavilion or the cultivation world for long, he had not yet developed much reverence for high-ranking cultivators.

Toasting the elder?

Huang Lao Liu and the others hurriedly raised their glasses.

They had never thought they would share a table with the Sword Pavilion elder, let alone have the资格 to toast him.

In the Nine Profound Sword Sect, those who had the资格 to toast the Sword Pavilion elder were at least Earth Realm experts.

The Sword Pavilion elder smiled slightly, raised his glass, and said calmly, "This wine is strong, so drink a little less."

After saying that, he drank it all in one go.

Strong wine?

Han Muye looked at the wine glass in his hand.

Could this wine be special?

He brought the glass to his lips and took a light sip.

It was smooth and sweet, with a hint of spiritual energy, which permeated his body and settled in his dantian, then spread a strange force throughout his muscles and bones.

This was indeed not ordinary wine, but a treasure that could stimulate physical strength and extend life slightly!

Although the extension was limited, anything related to lifespan was not ordinary.

Turning his head, he saw that Huang Lao Liu and the others had already drained their glasses.

After everyone was seated, the Sword Pavilion elder picked up the bamboo chopsticks and picked a few dishes.

"Hmm, the food in the sect's dining hall has improved a lot."

After tasting a few dishes, he said calmly.

"That's right, these are specially prepared..." Lu Gao, his face flushed from the wine, stopped halfway through his sentence, looked up, and broke out in a cold sweat as he sobered up.

He was just a miscellaneous disciple, sharing a table with the elder, and he dared to talk back to the elder!

If the elder was unhappy, he would lose his job!

He couldn't afford to lose this job!

Fortunately, the Sword Pavilion elder didn't mind his words and turned to look at Huang Lao Liu.

"Huang Zhenxiong, you've been in the Sword Pavilion for seven years, and in three years you will be a Sword Pavilion steward. Are you really leaving?"

Huang Lao Liu's face twitched, turned to look at Lu Qingping beside him, and then at Han Muye across from him.

He took a deep breath and was about to speak when the Sword Pavilion elder waved his hand. "Forget it, I understand your intentions."

Raising his glass, the Sword Pavilion elder smiled. "Whether on Nine Profound Mountain or in the mundane world, it's all cultivation."

"These years, many have come and gone in the Sword Pavilion, but you have been with me the longest."

Huang Lao Liu hurriedly raised his glass and stood up.

Beside him, Lu Qingping also stood up to accompany him.

The Sword Pavilion elder drank his glass of wine, stood up, and walked into the Sword Pavilion.

"Hehe, the little Huang who wet his pants in the Sword Pavilion is now getting married and having children."

This remark made Huang Lao Liu's face turn a deep red, and Lu Qingping's face also turned pale.

"After long cultivation, the desire for food and drink fades."

"From now on, don't call me for meals."

As he spoke, the Sword Pavilion elder disappeared at the stairs.

This was clearly said to Han Muye.

After he left, Lu Gao grabbed the wine jug on the table.

"No, no, I need to calm down."

Lin Shen, beside him, reached out and held his hand.

"This wine is fine for one glass, but if you drink too much, your meridians might burst and you'll die." Lin Shen shook his head and said softly.

Lu Gao was so scared that he pulled his hand back and put down the wine jug.

"Six Brother, this wine should be a gift from the elder." Han Muye pushed the wine jug to Huang Lao Liu.

There was still more than half a jug of wine left.

For someone like Huang Lao Liu, who had lost some of his lifespan, this half jug of wine was indeed a precious gift.

Huang Lao Liu nodded, his expression complex.

The atmosphere at the table became even more solemn, and soon everyone dispersed.

Huang Lao Liu sent Lu Qingping back, Lu Gao returned the table and dishes to the dining hall, and Lin Shen sent Lin Yuxia back to the camp.

Only Han Muye remained at the entrance of the Sword Pavilion.

He looked up at the third floor of the Sword Pavilion and understood why the Sword Pavilion elder had come down to have this meal today.

After long cultivation, the desire for food and drink fades, and so does human emotion.

For him to specially come down to drink a glass of wine was already quite rare.

As the Sword Pavilion elder said, Huang Lao Liu had been with him the longest.

Shaking his head, he returned to his meditation room, sat cross-legged, and a stream of sword qi flowed through his body.

In his qi sea, the scattered sword qi began to gather and then condensed into sword intent.

In recent days, he had continuously collected and nurtured sword qi, accumulating tens of thousands of scattered sword qi.

Today, on the second floor of the Sword Pavilion, besides two complete sword intents, there were three that had not yet condensed into sword intent.

Now he disassembled the three uncondensed sword qi and fused them with sword qi of the same nature. Twelve thousand eight hundred sword qi condensed into a line, and he obtained two more sword intents.

In this way, he now had a total of twelve sword intents.

Excluding the six that had been dispersed into various sword artifacts, there were still six sword intents swirling in his qi sea.

So many sword intents were a bit of a burden on his body and lifespan, so it would be better to disperse and nurture them in sword artifacts tomorrow.

Han Muye now understood that the sword intents in his qi sea were too strong for him to quickly refine, and could only be used as consumables.

Now that he had collected and stored them, they would serve as a guarantee of his combat power, to be used as consumables.

Whether for alchemy or commanding the return of ten thousand swords, they would give him the means to stand on his own.

What he needed to do now was to improve his spiritual energy cultivation, refine his muscles and body, and nurture more of his own sword qi with the Sword Nurturing Technique.

The sword qi he nurtured himself was more obedient and gentle, and there was no need to worry about depletion, as it could be repeatedly condensed.

When the sword qi in his dantian transformed into sword intent and gained the资格 to suppress the other sword intents in the qi sea, it would be the beginning of his rise.

For now, he just needed to focus on cultivation.

The Nine Profound Sword Sect was vast, with countless experts.

When would it be his turn to take action as a Sword Pavilion observer?

The sword intent circulated, and Han Muye began to review his other gains of the day.

Watching the sword technique demonstration by Qiming Yuan of the Lingjue Sect, he obtained two sect-defining sword techniques of the Lingjue Sect.

Jueyun and Dangyun.

When combined with the Liuyuan Sword Technique, these two sword techniques could form a sword momentum capable of matching a Heaven Realm expert.

However, for now, Han Muye was not yet capable of unleashing such a sword momentum. A slight glimpse of the secret of sword momentum today almost injured his soul.

Raising his hand, two purple and green sword artifacts appeared, floating quietly in front of Han Muye.

These two swords, which he nurtured daily, were now glowing with spiritual light.

He believed that these two sword artifacts would eventually become spirit artifacts.

Thinking of spirit artifacts, a foot-long short sword flew out from his sleeve, circling around him like a crescent moon.

On the second floor of the Sword Pavilion, he obtained eight sword techniques, all extremely powerful.

Six of them belonged to the Nine Profound Sword Sect, and the other two were the Lower Crescent and the Moonlight Sword Technique of the Moonlight Sword Sect.

The Moonlight Sword Technique used cold and clear energy to simulate moonlight, forming spinning light blades.

This technique was the method of a sword immortal's flying sword.

Watching the spinning sword light, Han Muye extended his left hand and grasped the short sword.

"Swish—"

The sword light reversed, hanging upside down and lightly flicking, transforming into a fierce and cold glow.

This arc of light was mysterious and strange, extremely agile, and the killing intent it carried made one shudder.

"What a powerful left-hand sword technique..."

Letting go of the short sword, Han Muye whispered softly.

This reverse sword technique was the most agile and strange he had ever seen.

"Han brother, are you there?"

At the door, Huang Lao Liu's voice sounded.