Chapter 82

On Mount Jiuxuan, the sound of the five chimes had not been heard for many years!

"Boom—"

A thousand-foot golden sword light pierced through the flowing clouds, cleansing the nine heavens.

"Boom—"

Another green sword qi transformed into clouds, shrouding the sky and earth.

"Boom—"

The sword light condensed into a thousand-foot tall tree shadow, standing at the peak of Mount Jiuxuan.

The might of the three Grand Elders!

In an instant, within a thousand miles of Mount Jiuxuan, spiritual light exploded, and boundless sword qi surged!

Each of these was the condensed sword intent of a ground realm powerhouse.

Looking out the window of the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye could not even count the countless sword lights piercing the sky.

This was the foundation of a major sect in the Western Border!

"Fire Vein Elder Su Yuan and his accompanying disciples are trapped on Deer Garden Mountain, ten thousand miles away. Please have Senior Brother Gao Changgong of the Sword Pavilion ride the sword to their rescue."

"The three Grand Elders will travel a thousand miles from Mount Jiuxuan to provide support."

In the sky, the voice of the sect leader echoed, devoid of any emotion.

Riding the sword for ten thousand miles.

Han Muye turned to look at the elder of the Sword Pavilion.

The elder of the Sword Pavilion stood up, pointed to the seat behind the long table, and said, "If I don't return, you sit here."

Without waiting for Han Muye to respond, he moved and rushed out of the third-story window of the Sword Pavilion.

"Gao Changgong accepts the order."

The elder's voice was very light.

Then, his body transformed into a blood-red long sword.

The sword light was blinding, making it impossible to look directly at it.

The sword light was magnificent, causing a roaring sound.

The sword light was fierce, and as soon as it appeared, it stole the luster of countless sword lights on Mount Jiuxuan.

"Boom—"

A single sword flew away, creating a ten-thousand-foot wave!

All the sword artifacts on Mount Jiuxuan trembled, and the floating sword qi was gathered by the blood-red sword light, forming a thousand-foot long sword that cut through the sky, heading east!

Three sword lights followed closely, flying a thousand miles.

The rumbling sound rolled like thunder, shaking the heavens and earth.

"This is what a great cultivator is..."

From the third floor of the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye looked into the distance, speaking softly.

This was the world of great cultivators!

One day, he would also be able to transform into a sword and travel a thousand miles in a single breath!

Mount Jiuxuan had been inactive for many years, but once it moved, it was earth-shattering!

It wasn't until a quarter of an hour later that all the sword qi on Mount Jiuxuan slowly subsided.

Looking at the sword artifacts still on the wooden racks, Han Muye turned and left.

When he went downstairs, Huang Laoliu had already returned.

But he was sitting behind the long table, his gaze somewhat vacant.

"Sixth Brother?"

Han Muye's voice startled Huang Laoliu.

"Ah, oh, oh." Huang Laoliu turned his head, looked at Han Muye, and his eyes, which had been blank, finally moved.

Without waiting for Han Muye to ask, he forced a smile and spoke softly.

"Ping and the others are participating in the demon extermination trial mission and won't be able to leave for a while."

"We agreed to return to Jinyang after the mission is completed."

"At least two or three years, by then, I will have completed my ten years as a sword observer and can get a position as an attendant."

Huang Laoliu's face had a slight flush, and his eyes sparkled.

"Once I become an attendant, I can choose to stay on Mount Jiuxuan or be dispatched to guard the mortal world."

"I will apply for a dispatch once I become an attendant."

Huang Laoliu's eyes were filled with longing and anticipation for the future.

"Sixth Brother, wipe your drool," Han Muye teased with a smile.

"Lipstick? No, I already wiped it off..." Huang Laoliu hurriedly rubbed his face, paused, and glared at Han Muye.

Han Muye smiled and shook his head, then said softly, "The elder of the Sword Pavilion has gone to rescue Fire Vein Elder Su Yuan, ten thousand miles away."

"Hmm." Huang Laoliu nodded, his expression becoming much more serious.

"The fastest speed on Mount Jiuxuan is probably the elder of the Sword Pavilion riding a sword."

"I wonder which force is behind this, forcing the elder of the Sword Pavilion to intervene."

Huang Laoliu sighed softly and lowered his voice, "Although the elder of the Sword Pavilion has the power of a single sword at the heavenly realm, it's just one sword."

No one wants to face that one sword.

But that doesn't mean no one will fight to the death.

To trade a life for one sword.

Thinking of the half pot of wine the elder of the Sword Pavilion gave him, Huang Laoliu's expression became complicated.

The elder of the Sword Pavilion was also a former sword observer.

One sword at the heavenly realm.

After one sword, he would be just a mortal.

Han Muye looked outside the Sword Pavilion, feeling a bit lost for a moment.

Which force had trapped Elder Su Yuan and his group? Only the high-ranking members of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect might know.

The elder of the Three Qin Sword Sect's sword, which Su Yuan used to ignite the prairie, was a forbidden technique, and he would surely die.

Could this be related to that incident?

Tuoba Cheng had left the mountain, otherwise, he might have known the reason.

Among the other elders, Han Muye only knew Elder Suliang, who only refined pills and didn't handle affairs.

Thinking about it, he realized he didn't know who to ask for information.

Should he seek out the sect leader, who knew about it?

Without information, he could only wait.

At least Huang Laoliu wasn't leaving the mountain for now, which was good news among all the news.

At the entrance of the Sword Pavilion, Lu Gao was still dazed, grinning from the sect leader's encouragement.

Huang Laoliu sat behind the long table, occasionally spacing out.

Han Muye returned to his quiet room.

In front of him, two jade bottles appeared.

Opening the small jade bottle, a green-black pill inside shimmered with a faint light.

Three faint patterns intertwined on the pill.

This was a third-grade pill, and even among third-grade pills, it was one of the rarest that could change one's aptitude.

Holding the pill, Han Muye's body trembled.

"Don't thank me."

"If you want to thank someone, thank Senior Brother Gao for his cultivation of you."

These were the words of the sect leader to him.

Today, the sect leader came to seek the elder of the Sword Pavilion, asking him to rescue Elder Su Yuan.

But if it was just a rescue mission, why would the elder of the Sword Pavilion say he would sever a sword?

He chose to sacrifice himself for the sect.

Was the exchange for this pill?

Yes, or perhaps not.

But this pill was certainly part of the exchange.

Spreading his hand, Han Muye took a deep breath.

What's the point of thinking too much?

With his current strength, could he help a powerhouse like the elder of the Sword Pavilion?

Improve cultivation, enhance strength!

The pill entered his mouth, and a cold, bitter taste spread.

The bitterness seeped into his body, flowing through his meridians.

Han Muye felt as if a short knife was traveling through his meridians.

The pain at this moment was many times more intense than when he absorbed sword qi into his body.

This was the pain one had to endure to change one's aptitude and defy fate?

If so, then let it come even more fiercely!

Gritting his teeth, Han Muye perceived the increasingly rapid tearing pain traveling through his meridians.

It really worked!

This speed of travel was much faster than when he previously moved spiritual qi!

A hundred breaths.

The power of the pill had not diminished.

The quality of this pill was even better than Han Muye had imagined.

After a cup of tea's time, the power of the pill finally dissipated.

"An eighth-grade aptitude, or even a seventh-grade!"

Feeling the speed and efficiency of spiritual qi traveling through his meridians, Han Muye's eyes shone with joy.

The improvement in the speed of spiritual qi travel and the reduction in loss made him realize the importance of aptitude.

The same amount of spiritual qi now took only half the time to absorb and move compared to before, and the loss was much smaller.

No wonder all sects placed such a high value on cultivation aptitude.

The resources consumed by a ninth-grade aptitude would be several times that of an eighth-grade, and dozens of times that of a seventh or sixth-grade, or even a hundred times.

And if the speed of spiritual qi travel was too slow and the loss too great, it would take countless years to accumulate enough spiritual qi to reach the Foundation Establishment realm.

A ninth-grade aptitude, unable to reach the Foundation Establishment realm in a lifetime, was not an exaggeration.

Fortunately, Han Muye was no longer a ninth-grade aptitude.

"Improving one or two grades in aptitude can make such a difference."

"If I can obtain the Golden Lotus Seed and improve my aptitude to the extreme, the Heavenly Realm will not be the end!"

Han Muye muttered, reaching out to open the other jade bottle and pouring out all five pills inside.

A pill to advance one level in the Cultivation Foundation stage.

His current spiritual qi cultivation was at the third level of the Cultivation Foundation stage.

Could these five pills push his cultivation to the eighth level?