Chapter 113: Senior Brother Han, I’m convinced

It was supreme-grade.

Cloud Qi Pill.

Looking at the few pills Han Muye had refined in his hand, Patriarch Tao Ran wanted to kick open the floor.

Compared to supreme-grade pills, the pills he refined were trash.

He turned and saw the Sword Pavilion elder walking slowly over.

“Changgong, you know that this kid knows how to refine pills?”

The Sword Pavilion Elder nodded with a calm expression. “It’s a good thing for young people to rely on themselves and use alchemy to supplement their Sword Dao.”

Han Muye almost laughed out loud.

These words seemed to have been said by Patriarch Tao Ran before.

He had previously said that the Sword Pavilion Elder’s judgement was bad.

Patriarch Tao Ran’s face turned red for once. He turned to look at Han Muye. “A supreme-grade pill?”

This gaze was a little terrifying.

Han Muye smiled and nodded. “I was lucky.”

“It’s not luck. From what I know, you’ve had a deal of at least 100 supreme-grade pills with Suzhen Store.” Jin Ze’s voice sounded.

Han Muye felt that this old fellow was deliberately adding fuel to the fire.

As expected, a sharp aura rose from Patriarch Tao Ran.

He fixed his gaze on Han Muye, his eyes shining. “100 supreme-grade pills… Either you’ve accumulated a large number of pills or you’ve grasped a method to refine supreme-grade pills.”

“I think you fall into the second category.”

This guess was most likely correct.

Patriarch Tao Ran said coldly, “Such people are generally not allowed to leave the Nine Mystic Mountain for the rest of their lives.”

He had become anxious.

He was anxious.

There was no fear on Han Muye’s face as he said loudly, “Patriarch, my method is very simple. I just use sword Qi to refine pills.”

With that, he turned around and went downstairs with the pill furnace.

Patriarch Tao Ran’s lips trembled a few times, but he didn’t say anything in the end.

Was it a profit or a loss to be refining pills with sword Qi?

There were people in the world who do that?

Seeing Han Muye walk downstairs, Sect Master Jin Ze’s expression slowly darkened.

“Patriarch, Senior Brother Gao, the situation on Fengshou Mountain is not optimistic.”

“The army to be deployed by the Nine Mystic Sword Sect has to set off early.”

Hearing his words, Patriarch Tao Ran and the Sword Pavilion Elder’s expressions turned solemn.

The demons of the Southern Wasteland were abnormally powerful.

“As far as I know, the Southern Wasteland doesn’t have much interaction with our Western Frontier. As for invading their territory, there’s even less need to do so.” Patriarch Tao Ran frowned and looked at Jin Ze and Gao Changgong.

“The Southern Wasteland is vast and much larger than the Western Frontier. Moreover, it’s filled with demons. Even the Heaven Realm experts have to avoid those powerful demonic beasts there.”

When the demonic beasts reached the Earth Realm, they could transform into human form.

Heaven Realm demons could even transcend the Demon Soul Tribulation and transform into humans.

The great demons of the Southern Wasteland were even stronger than the large sects in the Western Frontier.

“Perhaps the demons of the Southern Wasteland are after something,” Jin Ze muttered and turned to look at the Sword Pavilion Elder.

Gao Changgong said nothing.

He knew that Jin Ze was talking about the great demon suppressed by the Sword Pavilion.

However, in this situation, it was probably not enough to make the Southern Wasteland retreat just by handing over the great demon.

“Let’s see if they will continue to feed us divine souls and blood.” Gao Changgong turned to point at the sword on the wooden shelf behind him.

“Han Muye said that there seem to be a few people in the sect who are involved with the demons. At the moment, these people are all at the foot of the mountain to eliminate the demons. Let’s see what strange movements they have later.”

A few days ago, Han Muye had casually mentioned that there seemed to be something strange about one of the sect’s elder, Qin Lin, and his disciples, as well as the inner sect deacon, Luo Yisheng.

Gao Changgong and Patriarch Tao Ran had secretly investigated.

“And that Bai Suzhen, the eldest daughter of the Shangyang Demon Sect, is just on the Nine Mystic Mountain like that. Li Mubai really does not worry at all.”

Patriarch Tao Ran glanced at Jin Ze angrily.

“If anything happens to this girl, the demon head Li will probably be the first to break your bones.”

…

When Sect Master Jin Ze walked out of the Sword Pavilion, his expression was a little strange.

“Greetings, Sect Master.”

Huang Six, Han Muye, and the others were at the door and hurriedly bowed to him.

“Tomorrow, the first batch of disciples heading to the Fengshou Mountain will need to come to the Sword Pavilion to receive their swords. Help them choose their swords.”

As Sect Master Jin Ze spoke, he handed a black waist token to Han Muye.

“This is the token of the direct disciple of the sect. Remember to share half of the pills with the Medical Hall in the future.”

“I’ll have the Medical Hall send someone to coordinate with you.”

Before Han Muye could respond, Jin Ze had already left.

“Oh my, a direct disciple…”

Huang Six looked envious and reached out to touch the token in Han Muye’s hand.

“You like it? Then I’ll give you?” Han Muye handed over the token.

Huang Six quickly retracted his hand. “No, your Sister-in-law is still waiting for me.”

Han Muye shook the token twice and put it into his storage ring.

If half of the pill business was exchanged for such a token, he would be the one at a disadvantage.

“With that token, I can go to the secret place to cultivate every month.”

“Also, only direct disciples are qualified to enter the few places in the sect where the inheritance books are stored.”

The Sword Pavilion Elder’s voice sounded.

So it wasn’t just for show. There were some benefits to the token.

This made Han Muye feel a little better.

Whether it was a secret place or a place that stored books, it was a good place.

The Sword Pavilion Elder reminded him probably because he was afraid that he would throw the token away.

Han Muye quietly returned to the quiet room and refined the remaining spiritual herbs into pills.

This time, he made even less noise, afraid that Elder Tao Ran would look for him again.

In front of the Sword Pavilion, three gray-robed elders and dozens of white-robed inner sect disciples stood solemnly.

“Senior Brother Gao, Uncle-Master Tao Ran, Sun Mu is here to receive a sword.” The person who spoke looked to be in his eighties and was very old.

In the cultivation world, age could not be determined by appearance.

However, from the looks of it, his cultivation level must have stagnated and he did not have much lifespan left.

Indeed, Elder Sun Mu, who was leading the way to Fengshou Mountain, had been stuck at the second level of the Core Formation realm for 200 years and only had less than 60 years left to live.

Such elders would lose a lot of combat power, but they were experienced and had survived hundreds of years.

The sect had sent such an elder to Fengshou Mountain firstly because Sun Mu had participated in the entire battle between the Nine Mystic Sword Sect and the other sects. Secondly, his lifespan was coming to an end, so he took the initiative to fight for the sect.

“Junior Brother Sun, take care.” The Sword Pavilion Elder nodded and returned to the second floor of the Sword Pavilion. A moment later, he held a spiritual artifact-grade sword.

Sun Mu took the sword and bowed with a smile.

“Disciple He Xuanqi greets Patriarch and Elder.”

In front of the Sword Pavilion, the leader of the inner sect disciples took a step forward and bowed to the Sword Pavilion elder and Patriarch Tao Ran. Then, he looked at Huang Six.

“Greetings, Brother Six.”

He Xuanqi was ranked tenth in the inner sect. He was an elite among elites and had already reached the second level of the Earth Realm.

This time, he was going to the Fengshou Mountain to hone himself and quickly master the power of the Earth Realm.

The top 100 inner sect disciples were all truly talented.

Anyone who could reach the top ten of the inner sect was even a genius.

As long as such a genius did not die, he would be the pillar of the sect in a hundred years.

The Sword Pavilion Elder and Tao Ran nodded slightly. Huang Six grinned and said, “Brother, you’re too polite.”

Even if the Sword Caretaker’s status had risen, he was not qualified to be arrogant in front of the top ten elites of the inner sect.

“Brother, please help us choose a good sword.” He Xuanqi held out a shiny spiritual rock with both hands.

A high-grade spiritual rock.

This was a public bribe. Should he accept it or not?

Huang Six looked troubled.

“Hehe, I often hear from my disciples that Brother Huang and Brother Han of the Sword Pavilion are all experts at choosing swords. Why don’t you let us experience it today?”

“If you can help us choose well, it’s only natural for you to take these spiritual rocks.”

Sun Mu, who was holding his sword with both hands, smiled and said.

Huang Six grinned and looked at Han Muye.

Han Muye nodded and cupped his hands at Sun Mu and He Xuanqi. “Uncle-Master Sun and Senior Brothers, since you’re going to the Fengshou Mountain to battle the demons, you naturally have to choose a good sword.”

“We’ll keep these spiritual rocks. When the senior brothers return in triumph, we’ll prepare a celebratory banquet.”

Hearing Han Muye’s words, Huang Six took the spiritual rock from He Xuanqi’s hand and shouted, “Little Xuan, it’s time to work.”

Han Muye also looked in front of him. “Which senior brother will go first?”

The inner sect disciples looked at each other. A tall and thin white-robed disciple stepped forward and cupped his hands at Han Muye. “Ning Yushen requests Senior Brother Han to choose a sword.”

Han Muye nodded and said, “Senior Brother Ning, please demonstrate your best sword technique.”

‘Demonstrate the technique?’

There was such a procedure for choosing a sword?

Not only was Ning Yushen a little confused, but Sun Mu, who was standing at the side, also frowned.

By receiving a sword from the Sword Pavilion, it meant obtaining a sword by fate.

The Sword Caretaker was not very important in choosing swords.

It was not the first time that an elder like Sun Mu had received a sword in the Sword Pavilion. There had never been such a drill.

How long would it take for nearly 100 inner sect disciples to demonstrate their sword techniques one by one?

Would they still be able to set off that day?

He turned to look at Patriarch Tao Ran and the Sword Pavilion elder who were standing in front of the Sword Pavilion with their hands behind their backs. He saw that the two of them had calm expressions and a hint of interest in their eyes.

Was this tacit approval?

“Since the Sword Caretaker wants you to demonstrate your sword techniques, go ahead,” Sun Mu said in a low voice.

He was only an ordinary Core Formation elder of the sect who was about to die, while Patriarch Tao Ran was a half-step Heaven Realm expert, and the Sword Pavilion Elder was on par with the sect master.

Would Sun Mu dampen the mood when these two had tacitly approved?

Elder Sun, who had lived for hundreds of years, was not blind.

Hearing Elder Sun’s words, Ning Yushen nodded and raised his hand to draw his sword. The sword light was as clear as a wheel.

An inner sect expert’s methods were indeed extraordinary.

Han Muye’s eyes flashed as he looked at Ning Yushen’s sword light, images circulating in his mind.

He had comprehended the Two Mystic Sword Technique, Golden Edge.

After demonstrating dozens of sword moves, Ning Yushen sheathed his sword and stood with it in both hands.

When he received a sword, he had to return the previous one.

It was fine to receive a sword in private and keep the sword he had taken previously.

But in front of everyone and the elders, they could not take the sword for themselves.

Everyone looked at Han Muye, who was standing at the foot of the stone steps of the Sword Pavilion.

Huang Six patted Gao Xiaoxuan, who looked curious. “Watch carefully. This is the Sword Pavilion’s Sword Caretaker. You should learn from him.”

“Senior Brother Ning cultivates the Two Mystic Sword Technique, Golden Edge,” Han Muye looked up at Ning Yushen and said calmly.

It was not surprising that he could recognize the sword technique.

However, this also meant that the Sword Caretaker in front of him was quite capable.

Ning Yushen nodded, anticipation flashing across his face.

“Senior Brother Ning has already mastered 20 of the 27 moves of the Golden Edge Sword Technique. When you reached the 21st move, your sword light had stopped for a moment.”

“Especially in the 23rd move, the sword light clearly dissipated.”

“On the 25th move, your attack is a little slow, and your speed is 30% slower. The direction of the sword light is off.”

In front of the Sword Pavilion, it was silent. Everyone listened.

Ning Yushen’s expression kept changing. When he looked in the direction of the sword light, his face instantly turned pale.

“Senior Brother, choose the sword number 3844 on the wooden rack on the first floor of the Sword Pavilion.”

“This sword is a semi-spiritual artifact. It has fused with metal essence iron into the sword. The initial sword light is heavy. After ten moves, the power of metal essence will be activated to help the sword move become smooth.”

“With this sword, Senior Brother Ning can control the Golden Edge Sword Technique to the 25th move.”

In front of the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye spoke frankly. All the inner sect disciples’ expressions changed from confusion to eagerness, and their eyes lit up.

“Senior Brother Han, I’m convinced.”

Ning Yushen bowed and strode into the Sword Pavilion.

He Xuanqi, who was standing in front of the Sword Pavilion, turned around and said, “Who’s next?”