Chapter 111: There are still people in the world who use sword Qi to refine pills?

“Open the window and close the door.”

Following the Sword Pavilion elder’s instructions, Lu Gao and Lin Shen reached out and closed the door of the Sword Pavilion.

In the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye and Huang Six walked to the window and pushed it open.

Rows of windows were pushed open. The hot air collided with the cold sword Qi in the Sword Pavilion, producing faint sounds.

Gao Xiaoxuan, who was standing there, looked confused.

Opening the window, Han Muye and Huang Six pushed the wooden shelves containing the swords to the window.

Han Muye did all this effortlessly. Whereas, Huang Six, who had already given up on cultivation, had not exercised for a long time and was already panting.

“Brother, let me do it.”

Behind Han Muye, a faint ox shadow rose and easily pushed the wooden shelf.

He moved quickly. In just a moment, he had pushed all the wooden shelves on the first floor to the surrounding windows.

Then, he straightened his clothes and walked towards the second floor.

Huang Six and Gao Xiaoxuan wanted to follow, but he refused.

The sword Qi on the second floor was much more intense than the first floor. Now that Huang Six was no longer willing to cultivate the Sword Condensing technique, without the soul sword Qi to protect him, he was like a mortal. He could not tolerate the sword Qi on the second floor.

As for Gao Xiaoxuan, Han Muye did not let him go upstairs because he naturally did not want him to see him touching the sword and absorbing the sword Qi.

This guy was a curious kid. When he encountered something he didn’t understand, he would get to the bottom of it.

When he reached the second floor, Han Muye’s expression was solemn. He straightened his clothes, walked forward, and pushed open all the windows.

“Hum—”

The dense and cold sword Qi collided with the scorching sun outside the window, causing a loud ringing sound.

Endless sword Qi rushed out of the window on the second floor of the Sword Pavilion and collided with the sky.

The sword Qi intertwined and disrupted the Sword Pavilion’s protective array, causing the array protecting the entire Nine Mystic Mountain to tremble.

On the Nine Mystic Mountain, countless disciples turned their heads to look at the place where the sword Qi was surging.

That was the Sword Pavilion.

This was June 6, when the Sword Pavilion was drying swords.

Such vigorous sword Qi could only be seen on June 6th.

The sword Qi that had been stored in the Sword Pavilion for a year was released and intertwined with the spiritual energy of the Nine Mystic Mountain, causing a circulating phenomenon to occur.

Such sword intent surged into the sky, making one boil with fervor.

It also made all the disciples of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect feel at ease.

With the powerful Sword Pavilion guarding the sect, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect would continue prospering.

At this moment, Han Muye, who was standing on the second floor of the Sword Pavilion, took a deep breath and circulated all the spiritual energy in his body.

“Boom—”

The sword Qi on the second floor of the Sword Pavilion poured into his body like a flood!

A torrent of sword Qi poured into his body, making him tremble.

The surging sword Qi filled his meridians and entered his dantian, dyeing his sea of Qi colorful.

The swords were only dried once a year, so he had to accumulate more sword Qi.

Recently, cultivating the Mystic Sun Technique had consumed a lot of sword Qi.

An hour later, his face was flushed as he walked downstairs as if he was drunk.

Huang Six and Gao Xiaoxuan hurried over.

Han Muye waved his hand, refusing their support. “I’m going to lie down. Call me when you are putting away the swords.”

Huang Six was fine. If Gao Xiaoxuan touched his body, he would definitely notice that there was something wrong with him.

Now, not only was his sea of Qi filled with more than ten sword intents, but even his dantian, meridians, and body were filled with sword Qi.

After returning to the quiet room, Han Muye’s body trembled. Sword Qi vibrated as he circulated the Mystic Sun Technique and began to quickly cultivate it.

Before he sheathed his sword in the afternoon, he had already condensed thousands of sword Qi and absorbed the sword Qi stored in his meridians.

When he left the quiet room, he was in high spirits again.

This made Huang Six mutter that it was great to be young.

Putting away the swords, Han Muye did not absorb much more sword Qi.

The sword Qi and sword intent in his body were already enough for him to condense for a long time. Any more and his lifespan would not be able to last.

With so much sword Qi and sword intent on him now, his lifespan was also greatly depleted. He had no choice but to turn his sword intent into sword Qi in the name of wiping the swords and pour it into the swords on the first floor.

In an empty quiet room on the first floor of the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye stood in front of a wooden couch. Lu Gao, whose eyes were covered by a black veil, was half-naked and sitting cross-legged.

“Brother Lu, this sword was personally refined by the Cao family’s head. It’s a good spiritual weapon.”

“Because this sword has only been refined not long ago, and no one has used it before, it’s a good sword for you to cultivate the sword technique.”

In the past month or so, Lu Gao had been cultivating hard every day. Coupled with the few Cloud Qi Pills that Han Muye had given him, he had finally activated his dantian the previous day.

Lu Gao’s aptitude was not considered good. His dantian was only a foot wide.

Lu Gao, who had activated his dantian, could not wait any longer and came to find Han Muye.

Of course, Han Muye knew how he felt. After letting him rest for a night, Han Muye arranged a quiet room and led Gao Xiaoxuan over.

Hearing Han Muye’s words, Lu Gao’s lips twitched and he nodded heavily.

Spiritual weapons were precious.

He couldn’t repay the favor.

But he could slowly repay with his life.

“Little Xuan, I’ll leave this sword to you.” Han Muye held the sword with both hands and handed it to Gao Xiaoxuan.

Gao Xiaoxuan took the sword and stroked the blade.

A strange power began to emanate.

The little white fox lying on the long table looked up.

In Han Muye’s eyes, Gao Xiaoxuan’s figure seemed to turn ethereal and turn back into a shiny sword.

The style of this sword was identical to the small sword in his hair.

“You have to be good and be Brother Lu’s eyes,” Gao Xiaoxuan said softly as he held the sword with both hands.

Then, holding the sword, he walked to Lu Gao and placed it in his open palm.

“With the sword as your body, condense the sword into your body. Lu Gao, what are you hesitating for!”

Han Muye shouted, and Lu Gao instantly grabbed the sword with both hands, blood filling the blade.

“Hum—”

With a soft sound, the sword began to vibrate and fade.

Military Sword Technique.

The illusory sword turned into sword Qi that penetrated Lu Gao’s exposed chest.

Sitting cross-legged on the wooden couch, the veins on Lu Gao’s forehead bulged, and his entire body trembled.

Of course, Han Muye knew the taste of sword Qi entering his body.

It was as though he was shaving his bones and his tendons were broken.

“Brother Lu, if you’re in a lot of pain, just shout. You’ll feel better after you shout.”

“Brother Six told me this.”

Gao Xiaoxuan spoke softly.

“It doesn’t hurt,” Lu Gao said through gritted teeth.

Even so, how could it not hurt when he was trembling?

“It really doesn’t hurt.”

“This is the Military Sword Technique. It’s an inheritance from the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, one of the nine sects of the Western Frontier.”

“It’s a cultivation technique that allows one to fuse a spiritual weapon into one’s body and reach the heavens in a single step.”

“I, Lu Gao, have the chance to cultivate such a technique. Why would it hurt?”

As Lu Gao spoke, his trembling body slowly calmed.

The sword Qi that passed through his body seemed to not exist.

Grinning, he pressed a hand to his chest.

There, a small sword shadow condensed.

“Buddy, we’ll have to rely on each other from now on.”

“Eat meat, drink and sleep with women. It’s your call.”

Lu Gao patted his chest and looked up.

“Brother Han, I saw you.”

When Lu Gao, who was covered in sword Qi, walked out of the quiet room stiffly and out of the Sword Pavilion, Gao Xiaoxuan, who was carrying the little white fox, approached Han Muye.

“Senior Brother Han, what sleep with women?”

Han Muye rolled his eyes at him. “Don’t learn from the bad.”

Then he walked straight out.

In the quiet room, Gao Xiaoxuan muttered, “Forget it if you don’t want to say it. I’ll ask Brother Six later. Brother Six treats me the best. He’ll definitely tell me…”

Han Muye, who had walked to the entrance of the Sword Pavilion, saw Huang Six and Lin Shen surrounding Lu Gao.

Lu Gao grinned. Sword Qi still filled his body.

He still could not control his sword Qi.

This would probably take a long time.

There was envy in Huang Six and Lin Shen’s eyes, but in the end, they did not say that they wanted to cultivate this Military Sword Technique.

Lin Shen reached out and touched his sword. Huang Six pursed his lips and looked into the distance.

Everyone had their own path to follow.

Recently, Han Muye’s cultivation had increased rapidly, and he had condensed enough sword Qi.

When he was drying the swords, he had absorbed too much sword Qi and sword intent, filling his sea of Qi, but his lifespan had depleted even more.

The problem of not having enough lifespan still needed to be solved.

Elder Su Liang had already agreed to go down the mountain to Mu Shen City to visit the Mu family’s ancestor in ten days.

Elder Su Liang had agreed to ask the Mu family’s ancestor to refine a furnace of five-year lifespan-extending pills.

With this pill and the refinement technique, Han Muye believed that he would no longer be troubled by his limited lifespan.

However, he could not visit the Mu family’s ancestor empty-handed.

“A gift for visiting the Mu family’s ancestor?” On the second floor of the Suzhen Store, Bai Suzhen pondered for a moment and said in a low voice, “I’m afraid ordinary gifts won’t be able to move this senior.”

“Coincidentally, there’s a big auction at the market in Luoyuan City in two days. I’m going to help you find a soul-enhancing pill. Why don’t you go take a look too?”

A market auction in the cultivation world?

Han Muye was really interested.

He wondered if he could find something good?

According to Bai Suzhen, other than the most precious treasures, most of the other items were allowed to be touched by the bidders.

Among them were many swords.

“Senior Brother Han, if you’re preparing to go to the market auction, shouldn’t you refine a few more supreme-grade pills?”

Bai Suzhen’s eyes lit up.

Han Muye spread his hands and said, “The pill furnace exploded last time. It’s gone.”

“I have more.” Bai Suzhen flipped her palm and a small green bronze furnace appeared.

“This pill furnace is my treasure.”

Bai Suzhen handed the pill furnace to Han Muye reluctantly.

The pill furnace was slightly heavy and cold.

It was obvious that this cauldron was much better than the previous one.

Satisfied, Han Muye put away the pill furnace and let Bai Suzhen choose the spiritual herbs to refine the Essence Energy Nurturing Pill and Cloud Qi Pill.

“Senior Brother Han is indeed lucky and rich.” Bai Suzhen clicked her tongue and sighed as she watched Han Muye sweep all the pill furnaces and spiritual herbs into his storage ring.

“Rich?” Han Muye glanced at Bai Suzhen.

Although Mo Yuan had left him many riches, it could not compare to this tycoon in front of him.

He knew that.

When he returned to the Sword Pavilion from Suzhen Store, he saw the new deacon elder of the fire lineage, Su Yuan, walking out of the Sword Pavilion happily.

Seeing Han Muye, Su Yuan smiled and nodded, then strode away.

Ever since Patriarch Tao Ran came to the Sword Pavilion, Su Yuan would come to visit every few days.

Patriarch Tao Ran also felt a little guilty towards this disciple. He would always answer some questions about cultivation for Su Yuan.

This made Su Yuan visit even more diligently.

Han Muye was a little upset. Su Yuan owed him 1,000 merit points and he was Su Yuan’s creditor, but in the current situation, he really couldn’t ask for it.

After all, he did not want outsiders to know the secret that he had comprehended Prairie Fire.

However, he could visit the Demonstration Building more often.

The more sword techniques he had comprehended, the better for him to cultivate the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords.

Back in the quiet room, Han Muye took out the small green cauldron and held it in his hands. He poured spiritual energy into it and began to slowly refine it.

This small cauldron already had a trace of the spirituality of a spiritual artifact.

Han Muye poured his spiritual energy into it, and the small cauldron seemed to be nourished as it vibrated softly.

“Clang—”

There was a soft sound. Han Muye trembled and his eyes widened.

Sword Qi!

There was actually sword Qi in this small cauldron!

In this world, other than him, there was someone else who used sword Qi to refine pills?

“Boom—”

Images tumbled through his mind.