Chapter 87

"Alright, alright." Lu Gao rubbed his hands, adjusted his clothes, bowed to Huang Lao Liu, and then ran off.

Huang Lao Liu shook his head, smiled, and pressed his hand to his chest. Standing at the entrance of the Sword Pavilion, he looked into the distance, his face showing a hint of confusion.

When he had no spirit stones, having a few dozen or a few hundred made him feel happy and fulfilled.

Now, with four high-quality spirit stones in his pocket, he didn't know what to do with them.

"Perhaps, I can go find two pills to enhance my constitution. Last time, I heard about a good pill that can strengthen the kidneys..."

...

In the quiet room, the wooden box in front of Han Muye was already open.

Inside the wooden box was a three-foot-long sword, emitting a cold and bone-chilling aura of metal and gold.

Reaching out, he slowly gripped the hilt of the sword.

"Hum—"

A faint sword cry sounded.

The thick sword qi rushed directly into Han Muye's meridians, pouring into his qi sea.

This sword contained thousands of threads of sword qi. If it were anyone else, just the sword qi entering the body would likely sever their meridians.

As soon as the sword qi entered the qi sea, it stirred.

In Han Muye's vast qi sea, the sword intent spread in all directions, the powerful force making the sword qi obediently gather and merge into the sword intent with compatible attributes.

As the sword qi was absorbed, images of the sword's forging process appeared in Han Muye's mind.

An old man with one shoulder exposed swung a hammer, striking repeatedly.

Iron water splashed, and sparks flew.

He comprehended the method of ten thousand strikes and a thousand condensations.

He comprehended the technique of a hundred folds and a thousand spirits.

He comprehended the method of spirit forging.

...

Han Muye comprehended five forging techniques on this sword.

The head of the Han family was indeed a master of forging, able to use various forging techniques with ease.

After comprehending the forging techniques, Han Muye released the sword and put it back in the wooden box.

As Huang Lao Liu said, for now, it was best not to refine this sword.

He already had three good sword artifacts, and having more would be a burden.

This spirit-level sword artifact could be used at the right time to exchange for things he needed.

Pills, cultivation techniques, anything.

When Han Muye walked out of the quiet room, Huang Lao Liu and Lu Gao were standing at the entrance of the Sword Pavilion, talking in low voices.

Huang Lao Liu's expression was somewhat serious.

Seeing Han Muye come out, Lu Gao hurriedly whispered, "Senior Brother Han, I have news from Elder Su Yuan."

Elder Su Yuan and his disciples were trapped on Deer Garden Mountain, ten thousand miles away, and the elders of the Sword Pavilion had gone to rescue them.

They had no idea which force had intercepted Su Yuan and his group.

After all, the Nine Profound Sword Sect controlled a radius of ten thousand miles, and ten thousand miles away was still within the core territory of the Nine Profound Mountains.

For an elder to be surrounded in such a place was a challenge to the dignity of the Nine Profound Sword Sect.

The sect leader, Jin Ze, ordered the elders of the Sword Pavilion to go and rescue them, with the intention of annihilating the enemy and intimidating the surrounding areas.

At the same time, the loss of the Sword Pavilion's elder would also reassure the major forces.

These were all speculations based on the instructions from the elders of the Sword Pavilion.

"It's the Supreme Elder of the Great Spirit Sword Sect."

"Supreme Elder Mu Teyang led several powerful figures from the sect to intercept Elder Su Yuan."

"If not for Elder Su Yuan and the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Swords working together to block Mu Teyang's sword, the Fire Vein would have suffered a great loss this time."

"Mu Teyang presented a certificate from the Three Qin Sword Sect, which pledged a sect-level spirit artifact as collateral, demanding that our sect return the sword Broken Beam."

Return that mid-grade spirit artifact?

A mid-grade spirit artifact was a treasure in any sect.

"Actually, that Broken Beam originally belonged to the Great Spirit Sword Sect."

Huang Lao Liu shook his head and said softly, "Twelve years ago, in the Fiend Valley, the Great Spirit Sword Sect's first enlightenment spirit, Qin Ci, was killed by Elder Tuoba Cheng."

"Broken Beam was Qin Ci's sword."

"The Three Qin Sword Sect paid a huge price to obtain this sword."

"By the way, the sect leader of the Three Qin Sword Sect is called Qin Duanyan."

Han Muye didn't expect there to be so many stories behind this.

But, for a Supreme Elder of the Great Spirit Sword Sect to come within ten thousand miles of the Nine Profound Sword Sect, and for the Nine Profound Sword Sect to have no countermeasures?

"Alas, the sect leader is ruthless. This time, he probably has the intention to kill Mu Teyang." Huang Lao Liu sighed softly and turned to look at the Sword Pavilion behind him.

The Sword Pavilion shone in the sunlight.

"For the past hundred years, no Supreme Elder of the nine major sects has fallen."

"If Mu Teyang is killed, the Western Border will likely be in chaos again."

Huang Lao Liu shrank his head and muttered, "When the Sword Pavilion lost three elders, the Western Border was torn apart..."

Thinking of something, he looked up at Han Muye.

Mo Yuan had once said that two hundred years ago, three elders of the Sword Pavilion took action.

The sword light was like meteors, and mountains and rivers were destroyed.

"Is the Great Spirit Sword Sect determined to oppose the Nine Profound Sword Sect?" Han Muye frowned and said softly.

Isn't it necessary?

They did kill one of their experts and take their third position, but is it really necessary to be so serious?

"Han brother, the Nine Profound Sword Sect is not much weaker than the second-ranked Wind Spirit Sword Sect among the four major sword sects." Huang Lao Liu said.

The second-ranked among the four major sword sects?

Is this major force also involved?

"Three Supreme Elders travel a thousand miles from the Nine Profound Mountains, isn't it to suppress the surrounding areas?"

Huang Lao Liu shook his head and said softly, "I wonder if the elders of the Sword Pavilion will return safely this time..."

Lu Gao shook his head and muttered, "When I was gathering information, they all said, they all said..."

Han Muye narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance.

This time, everyone hopes that the elders of the Sword Pavilion will take this strike.

The Nine Profound Sword Sect is preparing to take a hit to hide its strength.

The Wind Spirit Sword Sect and the Great Spirit Sword Sect want to force the Nine Profound Sword Sect to weaken itself.

No wonder the elders of the Sword Pavilion had a meal with everyone.

That meal wasn't for saying goodbye to Huang Lao Liu.

It was for themselves.

Han Muye clenched his fists, feeling a surge of emotion that was hard to suppress.

Cultivation.

Even reaching the level of a hundred breaths, like the elders of the Sword Pavilion.

In the end, can't they still control their own life and death?

"Han brother, this is the fate of us sword observers."

"Once you reach the level of a hundred breaths, this day will come." Huang Lao Liu shook his head and patted Han Muye's shoulder.

"If you don't want to follow this path, you can still leave."

"If the elder falls, I will take over the Sword Pavilion."

Huang Lao Liu's expression was sincere.

Han Muye knew he was telling the truth.

If Han Muye stepped back, Huang Lao Liu would definitely take over the position in the Sword Pavilion.

Even if it meant breaking his promise to retire with Lu Qingping.

"Sixth Brother, it's not that bad yet." Han Muye forced a smile and took a deep breath.

"I'll go and find out how the elder is doing now."

Lu Gao's information came from the outer sect and miscellaneous tasks, and it was hard to tell what was true.

Han Muye felt it was better to go and ask Elder Suliang for the truth.

He was a familiar elder.

"Whatever happens, we should do something and not just watch the elder fall."

"We are all sword observers."

Han Muye returned to the quiet room, holding a small wooden box, and when he reached the entrance of the Sword Pavilion, he spoke softly.

After speaking, he left in large strides.

"Han brother is truly a real sword observer. The elder didn't make a mistake in choosing him." Huang Lao Liu watched his back and sighed softly.

"In such a difficult situation, he still maintains his fighting spirit. Senior Brother Han, his resolve is as firm as iron." Lu Gao clenched his fists and spoke in a low voice.