Chapter 95

Bring the elder back?

Huang Laoliu was momentarily stunned, and it wasn't until Han Muye had already walked dozens of paces that he finally widened his eyes.

"You, you're going to Luyuan Mountain!"

The Sword Pavilion elder is on Luyuan Mountain.

Han Muye is going to Luyuan Mountain?

Clenching his fists, Huang Laoliu's expression changed, and he finally growled, "I'm going too!"

Hearing his words, Han Muye paused, turned around, and smiled, "Six Brother, didn't you say that eggs shouldn't be put in one basket?"

"If we all go, then we really will put them in one basket."

Hearing his words, Huang Laoliu glared, "Then I should go."

"You stay at the Sword Pavilion."

Han Muye shook his head, his eyes stern.

Huang Laoliu's whole body trembled, feeling dizzy.

When he came to, Han Muye was already gone.

"Condensing Sword Technique..."

"You brat, you finally cultivated it..."

Huang Laoliu's face showed a hint of confusion, looking at the distant mountains, his eyes filled with either sorrow or helplessness.

"We are all mortals. Cultivation is for the freedom of the heavens and earth, and non-cultivation is for the long-lasting human emotions."

"But in the end, why is it that we cannot achieve what we seek?"

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Han Muye walked to the entrance of the Nine Profound Sword Sect, where a small green wooden carriage was parked.

"Brother Han, let's go."

Bai Suzhen poked her head out of the carriage window and waved at him.

Han Muye nodded and quickly walked to the carriage.

The driver, wearing a bamboo hat, turned around and, upon seeing Han Muye, was slightly taken aback.

Han Muye was also surprised.

Mr. He.

The shopkeeper of Zhenling Treasure Shop at the foot of the mountain.

"So the young lady's close friend is you."

Elder He looked at Han Muye, a smile on his face.

"Indeed, you are someone the young lady values, extraordinary."

At this moment, Mr. He had no trace of a merchant's demeanor, but rather a formidable presence that made people dare not look directly.

"Uncle He, you know each other? That's even better."

Bai Suzhen laughed and said, then turned to Han Muye, "Only Uncle He can get us to Luyuan Mountain the fastest."

Han Muye nodded and bowed to Mr. He, "Thank you, Senior."

Hearing his words, Mr. He waved his hand, "No need to thank me, no need to thank me, you are the young lady's good friend."

He grinned, "In the future, just come to my Zhenling Treasure Shop more often to support my business."

Han Muye nodded, stepped onto the carriage, and bent down to enter the cabin, sitting opposite Bai Suzhen.

"Brother Han, Uncle He is a Ground Realm expert, and he has a Spirit Tool flying boat that can get us to Luyuan Mountain, thousands of miles away, before sunset."

The carriage started, and Bai Suzhen looked at Han Muye, speaking softly.

A thousand miles in a day, this speed was much faster than Han Muye had expected.

He looked up at Bai Suzhen.

This Bai Shopkeeper's identity was probably not simple.

She runs a small shop on Nine Profound Mountain, and the Nine Profound Sword Sect turns a blind eye to it.

At the foot of the mountain, she has a Ground Realm expert and a Spirit Tool that can travel a thousand miles in a day.

The power behind her should be one of the top three or four in the Western Border.

Seeing the sharpness in Han Muye's eyes, Bai Suzhen laughed and leaned in, speaking softly, "Brother Han, I can only help you so much."

"Neither of us is at the Ground Realm, so we cannot participate in such major events in the Western Border."

She paused, looking at the twin swords on Han Muye's back, and said softly, "Brother Han, your determination to rescue the Sword Pavilion elder is already commendable."

Han Muye nodded and sat up straight.

He understood Bai Suzhen's meaning.

Getting him to Luyuan Mountain was already the limit of what Bai Suzhen could do.

He, Han Muye, did not yet have the qualifications to make Bai Suzhen use the power behind her.

Unless, he had already reached the Ground Realm.

Perhaps, even ordinary Ground Realm experts would not receive such treatment.

The carriage moved for no more than a quarter of an hour and then stopped by the roadside.

"Miss, young friend Han, please get out of the carriage."

Mr. He's voice sounded.

Han Muye and Bai Suzhen got out of the carriage, and Mr. He raised his hand, a walnut-sized bone boat in his hand transforming into a two-zhang-long green felt boat, hovering a dozen feet high.

Mr. He leaped onto the boat, and Bai Suzhen flashed to the cabin entrance.

Han Muye, with the shadow of Iron Ox floating behind him, took a step and jumped onto the boat.

"You can sit in the cabin, the wind outside is strong."

Mr. He spoke, and the boat began to drift forward, gradually speeding up, creating a strong wind that made it hard to open one's eyes.

Han Muye and Bai Suzhen entered the cabin, where dark golden light flickered, instantly blocking out the strong wind.

Han Muye sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, making Bai Suzhen, who wanted to talk to him, close her mouth.

At this moment, Han Muye projected his divine consciousness into himself, examining the changes in his body and calculating his available means.

His Spirit Qi cultivation was at the sixth level of Cultivating Essence, and although his dantian was as broad as that of a Condensing Qi practitioner, it was negligible in a place like Luyuan Mountain.

His ninth-level Cultivating Essence physical strength was also minimal, and even with an additional sword bone, it would not significantly increase his combat power.

He mastered hundreds of sword techniques of various levels, which he could drive with Spirit Qi and the sword qi cultivated in his dantian, and he could wield the Purple Flame Qingming, which could block a Foundation Establishment practitioner for a moment.

In his qi sea, there were five sword intents and a considerable amount of scattered sword qi.

The sword intents could support him in performing the Thousand Swords Return to the Source a few times, and he could use the Spirit Tool flying sword in his sleeve to fight a Ground Realm Meridian practitioner.

The White Tiger Scroll he carried could also resist a Ground Realm practitioner for a moment.

But these could not save the Sword Pavilion elder.

The only chance was the divine soul sword condensed by the Condensing Sword Technique.

In his divine repository, the small divine soul sword shone, continuously refining his divine soul power.

In just half a day, Han Muye could already feel his divine soul power increase a hundredfold.

If this small sword remained in his divine repository for a long time, he felt he could condense another divine soul sword.

The divine soul sword could fight a Heaven Realm practitioner for a hundred breaths.

This was all the cards Han Muye had.

Could he save Elder Gao with these?

If only the Tai Ling Sword Sect wanted Elder Gao dead, Han Muye was confident.

But in the Western Border, how many people wanted Elder Gao to die at Luyuan Mountain?

The flying boat shook, and Han Muye opened his eyes.

"Hehe, nothing, a Nine Profound Sword Sect elder is inquiring, just a greeting." Mr. He's voice came from outside the cabin.

With the strength of the Nine Profound Sword Sect, having a Ground Realm expert travel a thousand miles, it would be strange if no one came to investigate.

Clearly, the power behind Mr. He and Bai Suzhen was not in conflict with the Nine Profound Sword Sect.

This was good news for Han Muye.

A moment later, the small boat took off again.

This time, there was no obstruction.

The strong wind howled, and in an instant, they covered a thousand miles.

"Boom—"

At some point, the flying boat suddenly trembled.

"We're here."

Outside the cabin, Mr. He's voice was somewhat hoarse.

Han Muye took a step and stood on the bow of the boat.

Ahead, the continuous green mountains, under the sunset's afterglow, were vast and lush.

The land was vast, and the sky was boundless.

A sky-piercing long sword, its light competing with the setting sun.

"Did we arrive too late?" Bai Suzhen, stepping out of the cabin, looked at the long sword and spoke softly.

The sky-piercing long sword slowly thrust forward.

Behind the long sword, a Daoist in a green robe walked through the air with his hands behind his back.

"Though I have spent years on Nine Profound Mountain, I cannot forget the Nine Profound Sword Sect's teaching and guidance."

"We, sword cultivators, should have the sword as our bone and the sword as our heart."

"Condensing boundless sword qi, we achieve a sword of freedom and mastery."

"This sword is called, Ten Thousand Swords, Return, to the Source—"