Chapter 84

Han Muye stood there, ignoring him.

The last time Cao Pei came, he could directly call for help.

This time, the Sword Pavilion elder was not around.

Han Muye suspected that this old man from the Cao family had come deliberately because he knew the Sword Pavilion elder was not there.

Seeing his words ignored by Han Muye, the young man's anger grew even more.

"Today, my Cao family's ancestor has personally come to deliver the swords. If you don't thoroughly inspect them, your Sword Pavilion will never get another sword from my Cao family in the future."

The young man took a step forward, pointing at Han Muye.

Huang Lao Liu's smile faded, and he slowly straightened his back.

He looked at Cao An Chun, who had his hands behind his back, and then at the group of young men holding swords behind Cao An Chun.

"Cao Family Head, are these swords truly a gift?" Huang Lao Liu's expression became serious.

With the Sword Pavilion elder not around, he had to take the lead in the Sword Pavilion.

Cao An Chun nodded and looked at Han Muye on the platform, saying, "If the inspection is clear, they will be given as a gift."

Han Muye squinted his eyes and looked at the wooden boxes being held.

Even through the wooden boxes, he could feel the intense sword aura inside.

Such a strong sword aura indicated that each sword was a treasure.

It also meant that these sword artifacts were powerful, with vigorous sword auras.

The last time, the sword artifact from the San Qin Sword Sect, a mid-grade spirit weapon, was said by the Sword Pavilion elder to be too much for either Han Muye or Huang Lao Liu to handle.

Do these sword artifacts have the same level of power?

"This senior, our Cao family relies on forging for a living. Sword artifacts are our face and our lifeline." The girl standing beside Cao An Chun looked at Han Muye and spoke softly.

"By rejecting our swords, the Nine Profound Sword Sect is slapping our face and cutting off our lifeline."

The girl's expression was also serious as she looked at Han Muye and lowered her voice, "Today, if you can admit your mistake in front of my grandfather and give us justice, this matter might be resolved."

"Your position as a Sword Pavilion observer can also be preserved."

Admitting a mistake.

Admitting that he was wrong.

Han Muye's face showed a hint of a smile.

It wouldn't be hard for him to admit a mistake.

But he now represented the Sword Pavilion...

"This is Miss Cao, right? I've heard that Miss Cao is a forging genius, the brightest star of the Cao family." Just as Han Muye was about to speak, Huang Lao Liu's voice sounded.

Huang Lao Liu glanced at Han Muye, shook his head, then stepped to the center of the stone steps and raised his hand, saying, "Miss Cao, you know that your Cao family needs face, but so does our Sword Pavilion."

After saying this, he looked at Cao An Chun in front of him, bowed, and said calmly, "Since the Cao family has brought the swords, I, Huang Zhen Xiong, will welcome them into the pavilion."

"Swords, come."

Cao An Chun squinted his eyes and looked at Huang Lao Liu, then raised his hand and waved it lightly.

Cao Pei, standing behind him, stepped forward with a wooden box.

"Sixth Brother, be careful..." Cao Pei glanced at Huang Lao Liu and said softly.

Huang Lao Liu smiled and reached out to open the wooden box.

As the box was opened, a sharp sword aura instantly burst forth.

The cold sword aura made the surrounding air seem to chill.

"Good sword."

Huang Lao Liu's eyes flashed with a sharp light, he took a deep breath, and then reached out to slowly grasp the long sword in front of him.

The sword looked ancient and grand, with a bronze color and faint cloud patterns on the scabbard.

Huang Lao Liu's body trembled as he held the long sword.

"A sword forged with ice-cold stone, even if it's mediocre, can still serve as a calming ornament."

Huang Lao Liu spoke calmly, then placed his hand on the hilt and gripped it tightly.

At this moment, an unusual aura rose from his body.

The Sword Condensation Technique!

"Buzz—"

Within a three-meter radius, all the sword artifacts lightly resonated.

The few sword artifacts in the wooden boxes seemed to want to jump out.

"A rare sword observer, no wonder Senior Gao could leave with peace of mind." Cao An Chun looked at Huang Lao Liu and spoke softly.

Huang Lao Liu looked at him, smiled lightly, and then tightened his fingers.

"Clang—"

The long sword slowly slid out of the scabbard.

A cold aura spread out.

"It seems that not only was ice-cold stone used during the forging, but the quenching was done with water from a thousand-year-old cold pond, nine times over."

The cold aura from the sword artifact made frost form on Huang Lao Liu's hand, but his expression remained unchanged as he pulled the sword out of the scabbard.

"Buzz—"

The long sword trembled, and he slowly released his grip.

The sword hung quietly in front of him, with a green light flowing over it.

Han Muye recalled the method Huang Lao Liu had told him for practicing the Sword Condensation Technique.

Condensing the mind into a sword.

Controlling the sword with the soul.

No wonder Huang Lao Liu could be a sword observer in the Sword Pavilion for seven years.

His soul power was already strong enough to control sword artifacts.

With such skills and a good sword, challenging a higher level was as easy as drinking water.

The expressions of Cao An Chun and the young man and woman beside him changed slightly.

Being sword experts, they naturally knew what it meant to control a sword with the soul.

Huang Lao Liu turned his head and grinned at the young man who had pointed at Han Muye earlier: "Kid, do you know that for someone like me, a long-lived sword observer, killing you is as easy as killing a chicken."

As he spoke, the sword artifact moved!

"Whoosh—"

The uncontrolled long sword flashed, grazing the young man's neck, cutting a few strands of hair and a thin line of blood.

"Clang—"

The long sword returned to the scabbard.

Huang Lao Liu put the sword back and said calmly, "Upper-grade ordinary weapon."

The young man beside Cao An Chun's face turned pale, and his hand trembled as he touched his neck.

"What are you trembling for?" Huang Lao Liu said coldly, "In front of your grandfather, would I dare to kill you?"

"Such a weak mind."

After saying this, he turned his head to look at Cao An Chun, a smile on his face, "Cao Family Head, I must say, your Cao family's Miss Sun has a good temperament and talent, and will surely become great in the future."

The girl standing beside Cao An Chun's expression did not change.

Cao An Chun did not speak, but waved his hand again.

Another sword was brought to Huang Lao Liu.

Huang Lao Liu chuckled and reached out to grab the long sword.

The hot sword aura stirred his fluffy white hair, making his hand holding the sword turn pale.

He flicked his finger, and the long sword resonated.

Huang Lao Liu closed his eyes, and his aura enveloped the long sword.

"Powerful, this sword is already an upper-grade semi-spirit weapon, just a bit short of qualifying for the second floor of the Sword Pavilion."

He opened his eyes, his gaze deep, but his face was even paler.

"Next."

The long sword returned to the scabbard, and he called out loudly.

Another wooden box was brought to Huang Lao Liu.

"Sixth Brother, forget it, you can't handle it." Cao Pei whispered softly.

Huang Lao Liu squinted his eyes and looked at the Cao family head, who was silent.

"Hehe, as a Sword Pavilion observer, I can't handle anything, but the only thing I can handle is a sword."

He opened the wooden box and reached for the green-sheathed long sword.

"Sixth Brother, let me do it."

At this moment, Han Muye, who had not spoken, stepped forward and blocked Huang Lao Liu.

Huang Lao Liu shook his head and said softly, "It's fine, Sixth Brother can still hold on. At worst, I'll go back and sleep for a few days."

After saying this, he reached for the sword.

Han Muye stopped his arm and then looked at the sword artifact in front of him, saying calmly, "I didn't guess wrong, six of these swords were the ones I rejected, right?"

"I'm also very curious about what methods you used to turn several scrap swords into treasures."

As he spoke, his hand gripped the hilt of the green-sheathed long sword.