Chapter 9

In the next moment, he already sensed that all these sword auras had gathered in a clear and illusory space.

This space was indeed located at his heart and abdomen.

The sword auras entering his heart and chest, does it mean he really doesn't have long to live?

As his thoughts moved, the sword auras stirred slightly.

Han Muye could feel the emotions transmitted from these sword auras—grievance.

Do sword auras have emotions?

Grievance?

Could it be that these sword auras are trying to tell him that whether he can survive for three months has nothing to do with them?

Sure enough, as soon as Han Muye had this thought, the sword auras trembled again.

How spirited!

Han Muye sighed softly in his heart.

Seemingly sensing his admiration, the sword auras undulated and leaped, as if they were joyful.

As the sword auras moved, Han Muye could feel a surge of power coursing through his limbs and every part of his body.

Threads of sword auras passed through the illusory space, traveling through his meridians.

The fiery red sword aura brought a burning sensation, making him feel warm all over. The earth yellow sword aura made his bones and muscles feel as if they had inexhaustible strength.

The green sword aura seemed to stimulate his body's growth, while the icy, water-like sword aura circulated in his body, calming his mind.

Could these sword auras really harm him?

Han Muye slowly stood up and looked at the rows of wooden racks around him.

At this moment, it seemed as if every sword was calling to him.

Every sword here seemed to be close to him.

How could such sword auras harm him?

As his mind moved, the clear and illusory space dissipated, and all the sword auras in his body converged like a gentle stream.

"Kid Han, in a couple of days, go to the inner sect and find a body cultivation technique to practice," a voice came from the wooden racks, belonging to Old Huang Liuliu.

"Perhaps it can help you live a bit longer."

A body cultivation technique?

Han Muye nodded.

Indeed, he now needed to practice a technique.

Moreover, he needed to learn more about the various common knowledge in the cultivation world.

"Brother Liuliu, I heard from Instructor Lin yesterday that our Nine Profound Sword Sect has a Heaven Realm powerhouse as a guardian?"

"Is that old ancestor a Heaven Realm powerhouse?"

What is the Heaven Realm like?

"Rubbish, he's just putting a gold leaf on the face of the Nine Profound Sword Sect," Old Huang Liuliu said irritably.

"Our Nine Profound Sword Sect doesn't even have a single Core Formation Realm cultivator."

The Core Formation Realm is the first level of the Heaven Realm. Without a Core Formation, how can there be a Heaven Realm?

Was Instructor Lin just talking nonsense?

But he seemed like a straightforward person yesterday.

"Don't talk about our Nine Profound Sword Sect; in the Western Border, there are only three Core Formation Realm ancestors," Old Huang Liuliu said with a snort.

Only three Heaven Realm cultivators in the Western Border?

Han Muye thought there were Heaven Realm cultivators everywhere and Earth Realm cultivators were as common as dogs.

Yesterday, after being inspired by Instructor Lin, he thought the Nine Profound Sword Sect was so powerful, but it turns out it's just like this.

Old Huang Liuliu's voice came again: "But that guy didn't exactly lie to you."

"Although our Nine Profound Sword Sect doesn't have a Heaven Realm cultivator, we have a few Great Dharma Core Formation cultivators, who are half a step away from the Core Formation Realm. With the power of the Nine Profound Sword on the third floor of the Sword Pavilion, we can fight a Heaven Realm cultivator without losing."

As he said this, Old Huang Liuliu poked his head out from the wooden racks and whispered, "There is a divine sword on the third floor of the Sword Pavilion. With this sword, one can challenge a Heaven Realm cultivator."

There are such treasures in the Sword Pavilion?

Han Muye's expression changed.

"That kind of treasure is not easily usable."

"One must observe the swords in the Sword Pavilion for sixty years without dying, and gather indomitable sword auras to activate the sword for a hundred breaths."

As he said this, Old Huang Liuliu's expression darkened slightly but then showed a hint of pride: "Within a hundred breaths, one can challenge a Heaven Realm cultivator."

"After a hundred breaths, all the sword auras in the body are exhausted, and it takes another sixty years to gather them again."

Another sixty years?

Han Muye understood in his heart that it was impossible.

Exhausting the sword auras is like losing all one's strength, turning into an ordinary person. How could one possibly live another sixty years?

Even if one could live another sixty years, it would be impossible to gather such sword auras again.

In other words, the person who observes the swords in the Sword Pavilion must endure for a year, ten years, or sixty years to challenge a Heaven Realm cultivator for a hundred breaths.

Sixty years, just for a hundred breaths of glory.

Looking at Old Huang Liuliu in front of him, Han Muye said softly, "Brother Liuliu, did you come to the Sword Pavilion for this?"

Old Huang Liuliu's body trembled, and then he nodded lightly.

"A hundred breaths of the Heaven Realm."

"I once boasted in front of others that I would definitely reach the Heaven Realm in this life."

"Even if it's just for a hundred breaths, it's still the Heaven Realm, isn't it?"

Old Huang Liuliu chuckled, lowered his head, and turned to continue polishing the long sword.

Spending a lifetime to achieve a hundred breaths, is it worth it?

Han Muye looked at Old Huang Liuliu's back and remained silent.

Living a life, one should have some pursuits, right?

What is it that he seeks in this world?

Turning his head, he saw the rows of sword weapons on the wooden racks in front of him.

These sword weapons seemed to be calling to him.

Swords?

Swords!

The image of Tao Ran, the old ancestor, using a single sword to scorch a hundred miles appeared in Han Muye's mind.

Coming to this cultivation world, isn't it to master such power?

With a long sword in hand, dominating the world, this is what makes life worthwhile!

At that moment, Han Muye felt a surge of power throughout his body.

The sword auras in his body instantly surged, as if they wanted to burst out of his body.

All 30,000 sword weapons on the first floor of the Sword Pavilion emitted a faint tremor.

Old Huang Liuliu, holding the trembling long sword, showed a hint of confusion and looked up at the second floor.

"Is the old ancestor refining the Nine Profound Sword?"

...

Han Muye did not rest again but picked up a burlap cloth and started polishing the sword weapons again.

At this moment, every sword he touched brought him a sense of joy.

Gently stroking the long sword, he could even feel a hint of shyness from the sword's edge.

As if being gently touched by a loved one.

Unconsciously, a subtle aura seeped into Han Muye's body.

In the illusory space within him, threads of sword auras also seeped out, flowing through his palm into the long sword he held.

At this moment, Han Muye could feel the tremor of the long sword in his hand.

It was as if an indescribable joy.

Dual cultivation?

The words flashed in Han Muye's mind.

As soon as this word appeared, all the swords on the first floor of the Sword Pavilion trembled.

Old Huang Liuliu showed a hint of confusion and muttered, "What's the old ancestor doing? Did he take a great nourishing pill?"

...

After a day of polishing 3,000 sword weapons, the sword auras' impact made Old Huang Liuliu's face pale, and his body wobbled. He drank a few sips of wine and went to sleep.

Han Muye lay on the wooden bed, closed his eyes, and his mind focused on the clear and illusory space, watching the countless sword auras intertwine.

Because he saw Old Huang Liuliu was exhausted, Han Muye polished even more long swords.

That day, he harvested nearly 2,000 sword auras.

Among them, a few were as thick as one-tenth of the Purple Flame Sword.

At this moment, the 2,000 sword auras wandered in the clear and illusory space, seemingly extremely joyful.

Besides these sword auras, Han Muye also comprehended many sword techniques.

Thirty-one Profound Yuan Sword Techniques.

Thirteen One Profound Sword Techniques.

Three Two Profound Sword Techniques.

One Three Profound Sword Technique.

As for above the Three Profound, there was only one Five Profound Sword Technique, Scorching Plains.

Enough!

The Five Profound Sword Technique is equivalent to the power that a Core Formation Realm ancestor can unleash.

Having already mastered such a sword technique, is he still not satisfied?

Lying on the wooden bed, Han Muye smiled softly.

With a body full of sword auras and mastery of dozens of sword techniques, does he count as a sword person?