Chapter 125: This Guy Spent 100,000 Spiritual Rocks in One Go!

The 19th direct disciple!

He was really a direct disciple!

Mu Eryi looked at the ridiculously young Han Muye in front of him, feeling confused.

It was easy to tell that Han Muye was inexperienced.

The intensity of the spiritual energy surging in his body also showed that his cultivation was not deep enough.

Such a person is actually a direct disciple?

“Sect Master said that he has made arrangements for a 19th direct disciple.

What’s your name?”

Zhang Zhihe looked at Han Muye and spoke softly.

There was a hint of dizziness in his eyes.

“Disciple Han Muye.” Han Muye cupped his hands.

“Yes, then from now on, you will be Han Nineteen of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.”

Zhang Zhihe reached out to take Han Muye’s token. Golden light flashed in his hand, and he engraved the ancient characters ‘nineteen’ on it.

“My Nine Mystic Sword Sect is one of the nine sects of the Western Frontier. As the 19th direct disciple of the sect, you have to remember the interests of the sect at all times. The reputation of the sect is more important than your life.”

After handing the token back, Zhang Zhihe looked at Han Muye and said solemnly.

“The sect’s interests and reputation are more important than my life?” Han Muye took the token and muttered softly, “There’s no benefit to this token, and I still have to bear the risk?”

Mu Eryi, who was standing at the side, felt like slapping his head.

This was the token of a direct disciple of the sect. It represented the identity of the 19th successor of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

As long as they did not die, every direct disciple would be an elder of the sect in the future.

Shouldn’t such a person be tied to the sect?

Not to mention the direct disciples, even they themselves were inextricably linked with the sect. Honor one and you honor them all, injure one and you injure them all.

Isn’t Han Nineteen afraid of offending the sect’s Grand Elder by complaining in front of him? Mu Eryi wondered.

Even a direct disciple would not dare to be so impudent in front of the Grand Elder.

“You’re right. This token is beneficial, but it also means responsibility.” As expected, the elder’s tone revealed suppressed emotions.

“However, compared to my own life, honor and benefits are nothing.

Only by staying alive will I have a chance to turn things around.”

Zhang Zhihe’s next words made Mu Eryi’s eyes widen.

He turned to look at Mu Eryi, then at Han Muye. “You are all elites that the sect has spent a lot to nurture. You are the future of the sect.

You are more important than the interests and the reputation of the sect.”

He lowered his voice and said softly, “The living elite has unlimited possibilities.

No one will care about a dead elite.”

Han Muye chuckled and cupped his hands. “Elder, your words sound good to me. When are you coming to the Sword Pavilion? Let’s drink together.”

Now he ate and drank with Patriarch Tao Ran and the elders of the Sword Pavilion every day. He no longer had much respect for these half-step Heaven Realm experts.

Moreover, the unpopular Patriarch Tao Ran often suffered in front of him.

Hearing Han Muye’s words, Zhang Zhihe’s eyes lit up. He sized up Han Muye and then laughed. “Okay, I’ll definitely go drink when I’m free.

The last time I drank with Tao Ran was a hundred years ago.

That guy, he can’t drink.”

…

Mu Eryi did not come back to his senses until he accompanied Han Muye out of the big house.

He turned his head slightly and looked at the calm Han Muye.

Is this a direct disciple?

He could be so casual with the Grand Elder?

“Senior Brother Mu Eryi, you said that direct disciples can choose a house here and don’t need to build it themselves, right?” Han Muye looked at the big house and asked.

He came here to cultivate and use the spiritual energy here to stabilize his cultivation, not to take a vacation.

With a ready-made house, he was unwilling to build one himself.

“Yes, this place is empty. Senior Brother Han, you can choose anything.”

Muyi quickly pointed to the large houses in front of him that were closed.

Han Muye nodded and walked over.

Some of these big houses were locked from the inside. Clearly, there were people. Some of them had half-opened locks on the outside, indicating that no one was living there.

Han Muye chose a house with good lighting, turned around, cupped his hands at Mu Eryi, and walked in.

“The new 19th direct disciple, the spiritual land is probably going to be lively…” Mu Eryi whispered as he watched Han Muye walk into the big house.

He turned and walked in the direction of the grass hut outside the big house.

“Eh, Mu Eryi, where are the people who came with you?”

Someone saw Mu Eryi walking out alone and spoke in surprise.

“He’s staying at the Big House,” Mu Eryi replied softly as he walked forward.

Staying at the big house!

The questioner’s eyes widened.

A new direct disciple!

“Quick, Senior Brother, tell me, what’s the background of this new direct disciple? Why haven’t I seen him before?”

“Senior Brother, I hunted a wild boar just now. We roasted it together. I used the Golden Luck Sword Technique to slice the wild boar’s legs. I guarantee that the skin is thin and the meat is thick.”

The group of legacy disciples rushed towards Mu Eryi and snatched his pick.

Muyi was smiling as they dragged him to drink.

“Nineteen? Interesting,” someone whispered in one of the big houses.

“Han Nineteen? The Sect Master’s path is severed. Does he have any other thoughts? Hmph.”

In a large house somewhere, someone whispered, his tone cold.

Han Muye didn’t care about the changes in the people in the spiritual land. He walked into the big house and saw that the furnishings were simple. There was only a long table and a small bookshelf in the quiet room.

There were only two or three books on the bookshelf.

He walked to the bookshelf and flipped through the books. They were all about writing travel notes and comprehension. It was obvious that the owner of the house had left these behind, but not cultivation techniques.

Han Muye was not interested in watching this. He walked to the wooden couch and sat cross-legged.

The originally silent spiritual energy in his dantian churned and began to spin.

“Hum—”

Around him, vortices appeared and poured spiritual energy into his body.

At this moment, the dark golden spiritual light in the room turned into threads that intertwined.

The power of array formation.

This array formation could gather all the spiritual energy wandering in the surrounding space. It could also lock the spiritual energy in the house and not let it dissipate.

It seemed that this was the legendary Spirit Gathering Formation.

In the big house, the spiritual energy around Han Muye surged like waves and then rushed into his dantian.

Sword Qi flowed through his dantian like fish, freely absorbing spiritual energy.

Because it attracted too much spiritual energy, the spiritual energy visible to the naked eye turned into a vortex outside Han Muye’s big house.

“This new 19th direct disciple’s foundation is not bad. Even the second level of the Spirit Gathering Array has been activated.” Mu Eryi and the others sitting under the distant tree looked up as someone whispered.

“It’s so-so. Who can’t activate the second level of the Spirit Gathering Array?” Someone shook his head and chuckled.

“I remember that when Seventh Master Song first cultivated in the big house, he directly activated the third level of the Spirit Gathering Array. Even the elders helped him strengthen the array formation and guide the spiritual energy.”

“Hehe, don’t you know that back then, when the Sect Master was cultivating in the spiritual land, he activated the spiritual land array formation which rumbled continuously?”

The cultivation world valued aptitude and talent.

The better a cultivator’s foundation was, the further he could go in his cultivation path.

After entering the spiritual land, whoever could absorb enough spiritual energy would have a strong foundation.

This little trick was passed down in the spiritual land.

However, Han Muye was a newbie and knew nothing about the techniques and rules of the spiritual land.

“19th direct disciple, let me see what right you have to be on the same level as me.” A voice sounded beside Han Muye’s big house, and then a spiritual light rose.

“Hum—”

A vortex appeared and knocked away the vortex in Han Muye’s house, taking away all the spiritual energy that Han Muye had absorbed previously.

“Hum—”

As soon as this vortex appeared, another vortex appeared on another big house to compete for spiritual energy.

“It’s starting. It’s Su Eighteen and Qi Thirteen.”

Looking at the two vortices fighting for spiritual energy, someone’s eyes lit up and he whispered.

This was the welcoming method of a direct disciple.

Actually, there would also be similar probing between legacy disciples.

In the cultivation world, strength was respected.

Without strength, how could one obtain the respect of others?

If he couldn’t have a place in the competition among his peers, why should he enjoy the same treatment as others?

“It’s a pity that Ninth Master Song didn’t attack. Otherwise, it would be exciting.” Someone shook his head and muttered as he watched the two vortices attack Han Muye’s roof, which was about to collapse.

“Hehe, how is that possible? The direct disciples ranked in the top ten won’t attack unless…” someone whispered. “Unless the newcomer is so powerful that he’s a threat to the top 10 direct disciples. But that’s impossible.”

Cultivating in the spiritual land was already the best treatment for the disciples of the Sword Sect.

The direct disciples in the top 10 had all cultivated in the spiritual land for a long time, and their cultivation levels were no longer inferior to ordinary elders.

New direct disciples, be it in terms of cultivation or talent, could not pose a threat to the top 10 direct disciples.

In the big house, Han Muye began to slowly stabilize his cultivation.

The spiritual energy absorbed by the Spirit Gathering Array was enough for his dantian to circulate.

In comparison, the spiritual energy in the spiritual land was indeed much richer than outside.

At the very least, if he cultivated in the Sword Pavilion’s quiet room, the spiritual energy he absorbed was not even enough to fill the gaps between his teeth.

As he absorbed spiritual energy to consolidate his Qi Condensation cultivation, Han Muye raised his hand and took out the sword pill that Lin Shen had given him.

Round and smooth.

This sword pill did not look like a sword at all.

Holding the sword pill in his palm, Han Muye activated a stream of spiritual energy and a stream of sword energy to gently pour into it.

As soon as the spiritual energy and sword qi entered the sword pill, it began to tremble gently.

It could really be urged.

Han Muye took a light breath and no longer hesitated. The sword energy and spiritual energy in his dantian began to flow along his palm and rush into the sword pill.

“Hum—”

The jade-like sword pill vibrated, revealing traces of coldness.

It was dark and cold. This was the aura a sword should have!

Han Muye didn’t stop. Spiritual energy and sword energy crashed into the sword pill like a torrent and began to wash.

The jade color on the sword pill faded, revealing a dark spiritual light.

Blood-colored spirit patterns flashed on the sword pill.

A streak of sword Qi.

A stream of spiritual energy.

Ten sword auras.

Ten streams of spiritual energy.

…

30,000 sword qi surged into the sword pill, causing it to slowly dissipate.

Then Han Muye shuddered.

The spiritual energy in his dantian was insufficient.

Although his dantian was vast and far exceeded his peers, he was only at the first level of Qi Condensation and had yet to stabilize.

The spiritual energy stored inside was completely insufficient to refine the sword pill.

As for the spiritual energy absorbed by the Spirit Gathering Array, he did not care.

Too little.

Frowning slightly, Han Muye took a deep breath.

He raised his hand and 10 high-grade spiritual rocks appeared.

At this moment, the spiritual energy vortex above his house had already thinned and was about to dissipate.

“Hehe, he can only last for an hour. This 19th direct disciple won’t do…” Looking at the vortex that was about to dissipate, someone shook his head softly.

“Indeed, he’s still a little inexperienced. Let’s see if he will give in. It’s not embarrassing.” Someone chuckled.

To be able to witness the battle between direct disciples today was also a topic of discussion in the future.

Mu Eryi looked at the slowly dissipating vortex and frowned.

He had a feeling that Han Nineteen was not as simple as he seemed.

This was the person who invited the Grand Elder to drink.

In midair, the two vortices that had shattered Han Muye’s spiritual energy vortex began to collide.

It seemed that the two direct disciples still wanted to fight.

At this moment, there was a loud bang in the big house below.

“Hum—”

The voice wasn’t loud. A faint spiritual light rose.

Then everyone widened their eyes!

“Boom—”

Above the big house, golden light screens enveloped it.

“Spirit Locking Array!”

“One way.”

“Two.”

“Three.”

“Five.”

“10 Spirit Locking Array!”

“This guy spent 100,000 spiritual rocks to cultivate!”

“F*ck, is this guy the Sect Master’s illegitimate son…”