Chapter 91

"Brother Lu, you can rest assured, everything is fine now."

Han Muye reached out to support Lu Gao, who was tightly gripping the door frame, and spoke softly.

"Did we hold them off?" Lu Gao's mouth cracked open, blood still streaming down his face.

"We held them off." Han Muye nodded.

Lu Gao's body went limp, and he fainted on the spot.

Han Muye held him and turned to look at the people of the Sword Gate standing before the stone steps.

"He was injured defending the Sword Pavilion. I hope the sect will do everything to heal him."

Hearing his words, an elder in a green robe standing at the bottom of the stone steps nodded and waved his hand. "Take him to the Alchemy Hall and treat him well."

Two inner disciples stepped forward, took Lu Gao, and carried him to the Alchemy Hall.

Han Muye's face was complex, a look of self-reproach flashing across it.

If he had been guarding the entrance to the Sword Pavilion just now, Lu Gao wouldn't have lost his eyes.

"We cultivators should have long seen through life and death, there's no need to mourn the passing of spring or autumn."

"The sect has suffered a great calamity, and all disciples should strive to contribute to its rise."

The green-robed elder glanced at Han Muye and then turned his head to the side.

Several inner disciples who had been examining Qin Yuanhe and another person stepped forward and whispered a few words.

The elder's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he waved his hand. Two disciples carried the still-breathing Qin Yuanhe away, and then someone else carried the other person, who had already died, away in a black cloth.

"Disciple Han, these two are Earth Realm experts of the Tai Ling Sword Sect." The green-robed elder looked at Han Muye and said softly, "Did you take action?"

Earth Realm.

One dead, one injured.

The wounds were clean and fierce.

Such injuries, even as an Earth Realm expert, the elder dared not say he could achieve.

Han Muye did not speak, but reached out and took out a small bronze sword, gently inserting it into his hair.

The green-robed elder was taken aback, his gaze fixed for a moment, then he looked up at the Sword Pavilion, which was surrounded by golden light, and nodded.

A formal disciple of the Sword Pavilion, using the power of the Sword Pavilion's formation.

Within a hundred feet of the Sword Pavilion, even a Core Formation expert could be resisted.

It seems that Elder Gao of the Sword Pavilion had arranged everything before he left.

"I am Bao Xu, one of the elders responsible for the defense of Jiu Xuan Mountain."

"From now on, if there are any matters concerning the Sword Pavilion, you can directly mobilize the disciples of the Defense Hall."

The elder bowed to Han Muye, raised his hand, and picked up the bone sword that had fallen to the ground.

He examined it carefully, his brows furrowing.

"This sword's crafting technique is peculiar. There is no special power in the sword, it seems to only excel in hardness."

He held the long sword and handed it to Han Muye: "Disciple Han, you can first store this sword in the Sword Pavilion. Once the sword is identified and graded, you will receive the corresponding reward."

Han Muye defeated a strong opponent from the Tai Ling Sword Sect outside the Sword Pavilion and obtained a long sword. This sword is considered his spoils, and the Sword Pavilion will reward him with corresponding merit.

Merit is rewarded.

This is the rule of the Sword Sect.

Han Muye took the bone sword with both hands and nodded. "Please take care of Brother Lu's injuries, Elder Bao."

Bao Xu nodded, glanced at the Sword Pavilion behind Han Muye, and turned to lead the disciples away.

In the sky, the golden protective array slowly dissipated.

The sword light at the peak of Jiu Xuan Mountain had long since disappeared.

Holding the white bone long sword, Han Muye's gaze fell upon it.

The sword's body was a pale gray, covered with faint patterns.

These were not engraved spirit patterns, but natural demon patterns on the bone sword.

This sword was made from a segment of a demon beast's bone.

Among the swords stored in the Sword Pavilion, there were also many swords made of materials other than metal, including several made of bamboo and wood.

There were a few bone swords as well.

As Bao Xu said, the sword in hand had no special qualities.

But just now, this sword had easily repelled Han Muye's flying sword and dispelled his sword intent.

This sword must have some extraordinary qualities.

His hand moved lightly, gripping the hilt.

Faint sword qi entered his body.

The sword qi was not dense, not what a spirit-grade sword should have.

In his mind, a scene appeared.

An elder in a white robe was grinding a segment of white bone, muttering to himself.

The sword was made, and someone placed the sword in a deep, dark cave.

Qin Yuanhe obtained the sword, carefully wrapping it, without any scenes of him practicing with it.

From the sword-making technique to the sword being handed to Qin Yuanhe, the scenes were all unremarkable.

Could it be that, as Bao Xu said, this sword only excels in hardness and has no other special qualities?

Holding the white bone long sword, Han Muye turned and walked into the Sword Pavilion.

As he walked toward the wooden rack where the swords were displayed, he infused sword qi into the sword.

One.

Ten.

A hundred.

A thousand.

Ten thousand.

Han Muye's face showed a hint of surprise.

Ten thousand sword qi entered the sword, but there was no change at all.

This sword is definitely not ordinary.

The sword is named Fox Bone.

Could it be made from the bone of a powerful fox demon?

Fox demon?

On the third floor, that strange sword had killed a white fox.

Han Muye's body trembled, standing still.

Luo Tian's sword had also killed a white fox.

His gaze fell with difficulty on the white bone long sword in his hand.

Which sect had the Sword Pavilion's elder been transferred to?

Why was the Cao family attacked?

The death squads attacking the spiritual site, that was a suicidal act.

Why did Qin Yuanhe and his companions come to the Sword Pavilion?

Why did Qin Yuanhe not refine or practice with this sword?

Han Muye tried to withdraw the sword qi he had infused into the sword, but found it empty.

The sword qi had disappeared!

Han Muye, holding the hilt, felt a chill run through his body.

All of this was a setup!

The Tai Ling Sword Sect had set up this trap, sacrificing a Supreme Elder, several Earth Realm experts, and countless low-rank disciples!

The Three Qin Sword Sect was a trap.

Qin Yuanhe was a trap.

The end of this trap was the Sword Pavilion.

The great demon suppressed beneath the Sword Pavilion!

The Tai Ling Sword Sect wanted to release the great demon and destroy the Jiu Xuan Sword Sect in one fell swoop!

"Little Master, what are you thinking about?"

A gentle, soft voice sounded behind Han Muye.

Han Muye slowly turned around, looking at the white-robed female cultivator leaning against a wooden rack.

He recognized this female cultivator.

On his first night at the Sword Pavilion, they almost practiced dual cultivation.

Her black hair flowed like a waterfall, her almond eyes full of spring.

"Master, why are you looking at me like that? In this Sword Pavilion, with only a man and a woman, could it be that you...?" The female cultivator laughed softly and her figure dissipated on the spot.

Reappearing behind Han Muye, she leaned close to his ear and blew a gentle breath.

The breath was warm.

But it made Han Muye's body feel icy cold.

He could not sense how the female cultivator had disappeared before him.

Even with his sword intent, he did not know where to direct it.

A Heaven Realm great demon!

The great demon suppressed beneath the Sword Pavilion!

This, he could not deal with!

His body moved, and Han Muye rushed out of the Sword Pavilion.

But just as he took a step, his body suddenly froze.

His body could not move an inch.

It was a suppression from both mind and body.

The power of a Heaven Realm expert?

A small, white hand pressed on Han Muye's shoulder.

"Little Master, you teased me, and now you want to leave?"

The female cultivator raised her hand, passing through Han Muye's armpit, and gripped the white bone sword in his hand.

"If it weren't for you, Master, how could I have retrieved the tail bone I cut off back then..."

The female cultivator appeared in front of Han Muye, the white bone long sword in her hand slowly softening and transforming into a snow-white fox tail.

Holding the fox tail, a look of nostalgia flashed across the female cultivator's face, and a hint of madness and hatred appeared in her eyes.

"Ha ha, the nine-tailed fox misled the country, a beautiful woman brought disaster."

"I cut off your tail and severed your meridians, transforming from a demon to a human, but you sealed me with the Jiu Xuan Sword."

"Fine, then I'll be a demon again..."

"You want peace in the world, but I won't give it to you."

The fox tail in her hand transformed back into a white bone sword, then condensed into a three-inch jade-like small sword.

Her eyes flashed with green light, and she took a step forward, her face close to Han Muye's, only a few inches apart, their eyes meeting.

"Little Master, am I beautiful?"