Chapter 80

"If I dare to use the Blaze technique today, I do not care about my life and death in the future."

In the distance, the figure of the Daoist in the green robe hovered in the air, the sword in his hand emitting a light that brought down a torrent of flames.

This was the last memory stored in the severely damaged sword.

Using the Blaze technique, there is a risk of life and death?

Han Muye was somewhat puzzled.

The Blaze sword technique is a supreme skill of the Fire lineage, why can't it be used?

Today, too many sword artifacts were brought into the hall, he didn't have time to think deeply, just a brief inspection before storing them.

After the War Sword Hall delivered the sword artifacts, he looked at the group of sword disciples in black robes.

Red robes signify joy, black robes signify mourning.

Thirty-one disciples of the Nine Profound Sword Sect lost their lives, and only less than ten personal sword artifacts could be recovered.

"Inner disciple Tao He accepted the demon extermination mission and unfortunately met his end. His sword is now returned to the Sword Hall."

The middle-aged man in a black robe, holding a broken sword, stepped forward with a solemn expression.

The sword was already broken, the blade damaged.

After inspecting it, Han Muye solemnly stored it.

Life is like dust, only this broken sword artifact bears witness to his once sword-wielding journey in this world.

Even if it's just an ordinary disciple, his fearlessness should be respected.

"Inner disciple Luo Tian, leading a team to complete the demon extermination mission, unfortunately met his end. His sword is now returned to the Sword Hall."

Luo Tian?

Han Muye narrowed his eyes and reached out to grasp the broken sword.

"Wait—"

A loud call came from the distance.

"My son's sword was not obtained from the Sword Hall, this sword does not need to be returned to the Sword Hall."

A man in a dark blue robe, with red eyes, rushed over and reached for the sword in Han Muye's hand.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes and lightly gripped the hilt of the broken sword.

"Rip—"

The broken sword was drawn, its blade covered in rust, the broken edge stained with blood.

Seeing the sword in such a state, the old man's face showed pain, and he looked up at Han Muye: "This sword was not obtained from the Sword Hall, it is my son's legacy, I want to take it away."

Han Muye remained silent.

Holding the hilt, images flashed through his mind.

"Luo brother, I heard your nephew has no good sword, this unused sword of mine is just right to give him." A Daoist in a green robe, with three short beards, held a bright long sword and spoke calmly.

"Qin brother, this, isn't right, after all, it's your sword." The man speaking in the image was the green-robed old man in front of him.

"What are you saying, Luo brother? Our Metal and Wood lineages are close, and I, Qin Lin, have no descendants. It's better to give this sword to Luo Tian than to pass it to an outsider."

Qin Lin.

Elder of the Wood lineage of the Nine Profound Sword Sect.

...

The image changed, and the long sword was in the hands of the inner disciple Luo Tian of the Nine Profound Sword Sect.

Luo Tian practiced sword techniques with this sword, laughing joyfully.

Leading a team down the mountain to exterminate demons, Luo Tian led a team of dozens, including elite disciples ranked in the top three hundred of the inner disciples.

They explored various places, found traces of the demon clan, and Luo Tian personally killed a white demon fox.

Demon fox!

Just as Han Muye was about to examine the image in detail, the green-robed old man in front of him became impatient, looking up at the third floor of the Sword Hall.

"High Elder, Luo Yisheng requests to take away my son's legacy!"

Luo Yisheng clasped his hands and called out loudly.

After a moment of waiting, there was no sound from the third floor, and Luo Yisheng's face turned angry, his voice low and stern: "High Changgong, we have been friends for decades, can't you give me this much respect?"

Han Muye held the broken sword, his face unchanged.

If the elder didn't speak, he wouldn't hand over the sword to Luo Yisheng.

The atmosphere in front of the Sword Hall was tense.

Luo Yisheng's face changed, finally turning to sorrow, and he looked at the sword in Han Muye's hand.

"High brother, Luo Tian is my only son, this sword is his only legacy..."

From above the Sword Hall, a faint response came: "Take it."

Han Muye extended his hand to hand over the broken sword.

A trace of gratitude flashed across Luo Yisheng's face, and he nodded, holding the sword with both hands, turned to leave, his steps somewhat unsteady.

Han Muye watched him leave, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

The next few swords, some broken, some damaged, when returned to the Sword Hall, could only be reported as lost and then melted down.

After recording all the sword artifacts, Han Muye inspected them again.

"Is this Sixth Brother going to elope with his wife...?"

At the entrance, Lu Gao muttered softly.

Han Muye laughed wryly.

Indeed, if Huang Lao Liu eloped with Lu Qingping, it would be the best outcome.

After all, the Qingfeng Temple where Lu Qingping is from has betrayed the Nine Profound Sword Sect, and it's unknown when the matter will come to light.

At that time, both Huang Lao Liu and Lu Qingping will be in a difficult position.

"Only the sect leader can enter the Sword Hall..." Lu Gao's voice at the entrance of the Sword Hall made Han Muye pause.

"Do you recognize me?"

"Guard well, the Sword Hall is a crucial place of our sect."

A gentle voice sounded, and when Han Muye stood up, a slender Daoist in a purple robe, wearing a golden crown, was already standing in front of him.

"Are you the Sword Hall disciple chosen by High Brother?"

"Yes."

The Daoist glanced at Han Muye, smiled, and then walked upstairs.

Just that glance made Han Muye feel as if his entire body was about to explode!

The sword qi on his body was uncontrollably trying to scatter.

What sword bones, what sword qi, the cultivation he had worked hard for, was like thin paper in front of that glance!

"Buzz—"

The sword intent in his qi sea resonated, and the long swords in the first floor of the Sword Hall responded, slowly restraining the sword qi on Han Muye's body.

In his tendons and meridians, all the scattered sword qi turned to nothingness.

That one glance almost severed his meridians and collapsed his body!

This is what a true strong person is!

Han Muye, feeling a chill down his back, slowly sat back behind the long table, his limbs weak.

Jin Ze, the sect leader of the Nine Profound Sword Sect.

Known as Jin Yihua Shui.

At the Earth realm, with a core formation cultivation, practicing the sword techniques of the Metal and Water lineages, a top-tier strong person who has dominated the western border for three hundred years.

Sitting behind the long table, a bitter smile appeared on Han Muye's face, and his expression slowly turned solemn.

Today, he finally felt the importance of cultivation and strength.

At the Suzhen Building, he thought his choices were important, even able to influence the sect's overall situation.

But standing in front of Tuoba Cheng, he was directly reprimanded.

Tuoba Cheng's overwhelming sword intent, with thirty-six tiger shadows accompanying him, one person suppressing eighty-three sects, no one dared to raise their head, this was true power.

When he returned to the Sword Hall, the Sword Hall elder told him that with his strength, he couldn't even hold a medium-grade spirit sword.

The resentment in the sword could make his soul collapse.

And just now, a glance from the core formation cultivator, the sect leader of the Nine Profound Sword Sect, Jin Ze, almost severed his meridians.

This is the world of great cultivators!

A casual glance, a light wave of the hand, and mountains crumble, rivers reverse, and stars fall like rain!

It turns out that cultivation can be so exhilarating!

Stepping into the high heavens, looking down on all things as mere grass!

Gently opening his palm, the sword intent in Han Muye's qi sea resonated, and the sword artifacts on the first floor of the Sword Hall responded.

"No wonder the sword observer is willing to exchange a lifetime of cultivation for a hundred breaths of the Heavenly Realm."

"The Heavenly Realm, after all, is the Heavenly Realm."

"How can ordinary people understand the loneliness of the high heavens?"

Opening his eyes, Han Muye's eyes flashed with boundless spiritual light.

"I, Han Muye, will also step into the Heavenly Realm!"

"Even if it's only for a hundred breaths!"

As if sensing his resolve, the sword qi from the swords in the Sword Hall seemed to want to spread out.

"Han Muye, come up."

The voice of the Sword Hall elder suddenly sounded.

Han Muye stood up, straightened his clothes, and walked up the stairs.