Chapter 151: Life Extension, 200 years!

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If there was not enough spiritual energy, he would drop spiritual rocks!

“Boom—”

Without hesitation, the high-grade spiritual rocks in front of Han Muye exploded, and the spiritual energy that dissipated was poured into the cauldron.

Outside the big house, spirit locking arrays were activated.

“This Nineteen is really rich.” The green-robed Qi Thirteen shook his head and turned to leave.

He still had to complete a sect mission to earn some merit points.

Han Muye had casually cultivated and used 70,000 to 80,000 spiritual rocks.

There was no comparison between people.

In the big house, there was a huge amount of spiritual energy pouring in. The pill cauldron spun, and two of the Lifespan-extending pills finally took shape.

The pure medicinal power gathered, causing the spiritual light on the two pills to shine before turning into gray clouds.

With a soft sound, two pills flew out of the cauldron and rushed towards the roof.

However, after flying for half a foot, there were halos blocking them from above.

Han Muye raised his hand, and a phantom hand appeared, grabbing both pills.

Cloud Dew Hand, the technique of gathering pills.

When using this pill collection method to gather pills, it would not conflict with the spiritual consciousness in the pills and would not damage the medicinal properties.

It could also absorb the surrounding medicinal power into the pill, making its medicinal power stronger.

Although it was only a trace, it still mattered.

Han Muye took the pills and looked down.

The two pills were already floating in his palm like clouds.

The pure medicinal power in the pills seemed to dissipate into clouds immediately and floated away.

This was what an Immortal Pill should be like.

Compared to the premium lifespan-extending pills refined by the Mu family’s patriarch, the medicinal effects of these two lifespan-extending pills were nearly 10 times purer.

The higher the grade of the pill, the less the medicinal effects would differ.

It was easy to increase a spiritual rock’s net worth a hundred times, but it was extremely difficult to increase 10,000 spiritual rocks a hundred times.

Enough.

Looking at the two pills in his palm, Han Muye smiled.

Such a pill was enough to extend his lifespan for a hundred years.

Without hesitation, he swallowed the two lifespan-extending pills.

As the pills entered his stomach, a mysterious feeling filled his body.

Balance.

This feeling came from the fusion of his body, bloodline, soul, and sword qi.

Han Muye could clearly feel that his body seemed to be nourished by some kind of power and was full of vitality.

This vitality had nothing to do with cultivation and sword qi.

Over 200 years of lifespan!

Only at this moment did he heave a sigh of relief.

He finally did not have to worry about his lifespan.

With these 200 years of lifespan, it was enough for him to absorb sword qi or slowly condense sword intent.

He stood up and stretched his body. Satisfied, he put away the cauldron and walked out of the big house.

“Nineteen is out of seclusion?”

“You’ve been in seclusion for quite some time. It’s been seven days.”

Lu Ten’s loud voice could be heard.

“Hurry up and wash up. I hunted a roe deer when I was fetching firewood. Let’s have a meal.”

Han Muye smiled and nodded.

With Lu Ten around, the small beasts on the surrounding mountains would really suffer.

Most importantly, this spiritual land attracted all kinds of wild beasts.

During the meal, Qi Thirteen and Su Eighteen were present. Then, it was Lu Ten’s turn.

“I heard that the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect has already sent an envoy to the sect. I reckon this battle won’t last long,” Su Eighteen said as he dealt with the mule leg.

“My master said that the battle at Fengshou Mountain is even more intense than we thought. The Spiritual Dao Sect has spoken. The people from the Western Frontier should stop fighting.” Lu Ten said as he picked up the wine bowl in front of him.

This wine was not Li Three’s Heartbreak Wine, but it was still refreshing.

Han Muye did not drink much. He only ate some meat and listened to Lu Ten and the others talk.

The direct disciples were all big shots in the sect. Lu Ten’s master was a powerful elder at the sixth level of the Core Formation realm, and Qi Shisan’s master was the Golden Lineage Grand Elder, Lu Hao.

The information they gave was naturally not the same as what Lu Gao had heard from the servants.

Without needing to analyze, Han Muye knew that the dispute with the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect was about to end.

After all, the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect was only caught off guard by the Nine Mystic Sword Sect back then. That was why they suffered a loss.

In short, the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect did not lose much strength.

Now that they were slowly making arrangements, there was no benefit for the Nine Mystic Sword Sect to continue fighting.

There was another reason. According to the decree of the Spiritual Dao Sect, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect did not have to worry about the sect master of the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect taking revenge after he recovered.

As long as they could not attack in the Core Formation realm within 30 to 50 years, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect was confident that their strength would improve greatly.

At that time, even if the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect had a Heaven Realm expert, they would not lose.

“In the end, our Nine Mystic Sword Sect is lacking a Heaven Realm expert.”

Su Eighteen drank a glass of wine and spoke softly.

“The potential of the three Grand Elders has been exhausted. There’s no hope of reaching the Heaven Realm.” Su Eighteen looked at Qi Thirteen and then at Lu Ten.

They both bowed their heads in silence.

Cultivation was like this. Talent determined the upper limit.

If one wanted to break through this upper limit, one really needed a heaven-defying opportunity.

“Although the sect master of the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect was injured in the battle at the foot of the Nine Mystic Mountain, our Sword Sect also suffered a loss.

“Sect Master should have the highest chance of breaking through to the Heaven Realm.

“Just like Elder Gao Changgong back then.”

Lu Shi spoke in a deep voice and looked at Han Muye.

This was the big picture.

Outsiders only cared about disputes, but these direct disciples cared about the overall situation.

Someone was controlling the layout of the cultivation world in the Western Frontier.

The sect master of the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect was already at the Heaven Realm, but he was injured at the foot of the Nine Mystical Mountain and had no choice but to enter seclusion.

The Sect Master of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, Jin Ze, had hidden his cultivation for so many years. In the end, he detonated his Golden Core and could not advance his cultivation for the rest of his life.

These two sects seemed to be fighting to be the fourth-largest sect in the Western Frontier, but in fact, the threat to the top three sects was directly eliminated.

Han Muye nodded.

Patriarch Tao Ran and the Sword Pavilion Elder had told him about this before.

Even if they didn’t say it, he could guess it.

The cultivation world was like this. The lives of countless low-level cultivators were not within their own control at all.

The conflict between the large factions involved cultivators who were not much stronger than powerless individuals.

Even the sect masters of the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect and the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, Jin Ze, had no choice but to pay a huge price.

Among the top forces of the Dao Sect, the Demon Sect, and the Sword Sect in the Western Frontier, there could only be one in each sect, right?

…

Han Muye did not stay in the spiritual land for long. After eating and drinking, he returned to the Sword Pavilion.

When he arrived at the Sword Pavilion, Lin Shen was on duty.

Jiang Ming had gone to Suzhen Store to deliver pills to Bai Suzhen.

Yang Mingxuan’s face was pale, but his eyes were bright.

Huang Six and Gao Xiaoxuan had disappeared again.

Han Muye took out a sackcloth and began to wipe the swords in the Sword Pavilion.

As he wiped the swords, he collected the sword qi.

Now that the problem of lifespan had been resolved, he naturally had to quickly absorb more sword qi.

For most of the day, he collected more than 20,000 sword qi that had been scattered in the swords.

These sword qi combined with the scattered sword qi in his Qi Sea and condensed into a sword intent.

“Senior Brother Lin, is Senior Brother Han here?”

A voice came from the front of the Sword House.

Han Muye walked over and saw a young man in a white robe standing in front of Lin Shen.

Qi Tao.

Lingjue Sect’s Qi Mingyuan’s son.

Qi Tao was already a disciple of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s fire lineage and was Su Yuan’s disciple.

Some time ago, when Patriarch Tao Ran was in the Sword Pavilion, Su Yuan brought Qi Tao to visit him.

“Senior Brother Han.”

Seeing Han Muye, Qi Tao hurriedly bowed and cupped his fists.

It was all thanks to Han Muye that he could cultivate in the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

The reason why Lingjue Sect could improve so much was also because of Han Muye.

Qi Mingyuan instructed him to be respectful to Han Muye.

Actually, there was no need to explain. Qi Tao would still be respectful to Han Muye.

After all, this Senior Brother Han was mysterious and powerful. He had unimaginable connections and strength.

“Master asked me to tell Senior Brother that there are no movements from the various sects at the foot of the mountain, but it seems that the demons have some plans.”

Most of the disciples of the Fire Lineage and Three Stone House were suppressing the demons at the foot of the mountain. Han Muye privately asked Su Yuan to help pay attention to the movements of a few sects, including Clear Wind Temple.

“Senior Brother, Master said that the sect is preparing to negotiate with the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect after the battle. I’m afraid that both sides will have to use all their strength under the Core Formation realm. At that time, there might be changes.”

Qi Tao looked up at Han Muye as he spoke.

When he heard his master, Su Yuan, say this, his blood boiled. He wished he could participate in this battle immediately. Now that he looked at it, as expected, Senior Brother Han had long known about this news.

This was the final battle between the two major sects. It was the best opportunity for the two sects to become famous.

If he missed this battle, he would probably only be able to accumulate battle points at Fengshou Mountain.

Fengshou Mountain was much more dangerous than fighting with the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect.

After Qi Tao left, Han Muye turned to look at the Sword Pavilion.

Huang Six had been talking to Gao Xiaoxuan about something recently.

However, he did not return the jade slip that Han Muye had given Huang Six last time.

It seemed that he was already quietly cultivating.

That was a good thing.

He hoped that the sects of Clear Wind Temple would not cause trouble and that the conflict between the Nine Mystic Sword Sect and the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect would ease.

This way, Huang Six could steadily become a sword caretaker for 10 years and become a sect deacon. Then he could bring Sixth Sister-in-law back to his hometown and become a guard.

Although such a life was ordinary, wasn’t it the most exciting?

In the afternoon, the inner sect disciple Tang Ming came and led Zhao Youzhi and the others to the Sword Pavilion to see Han Muye.

Tang Ming and the others had accepted a sect mission and were preparing to leave the mountain to fight with the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect.

The situation was clear. They had to fight with all their might.

Han Muye helped Zhao Youzhi and the others point out some flaws in their swordsmanship and agreed to drink together after this battle.

Two days later, the entire Nine Mystic Mountain was completely mobilized.

There were all kinds of battle missions.

“Tell me, why are you fighting for this battle?” On the third floor of the Sword Pavilion, the Sword Pavilion Elder looked at the flying sword lights with a calm expression.

Han Muye stood in front of the window and looked into the distance.

“This victory can suppress the luck of the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect for decades.”

Han Muye spoke calmly.

The Sword Pavilion elder smiled and nodded.

“That’s right. The sect emphasizes luck. Actually, the so-called luck is not an illusory feeling.”

Narrowing his eyes, the Sword Pavilion Elder said in a deep voice, “After this victory, the other sects in the Western Frontier will naturally think highly of us.

“If we win this battle, we will obtain countless wealth and goods. The cultivation expenses of the sect disciples will also increase.

“With this victory, the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect will be suppressed. We will have more initiative.

“With this victory, the disciples of the sect will be excited and more confident when they cultivate.”

Looking at Han Muye, the Sword Pavilion Elder smiled and said, “Isn’t this luck?”

Han Muye nodded and looked at the figure slowly walking over from under the Sword Pavilion. He said in a low voice, “A general’s achievements are built on the sacrifices of tens of thousands of lives. Similarly, a sect’s power is built on piles of bones.

“The thousands of swords in the Sword Pavilion and the scars on those swords are the true luck, right?”

His words made the Sword Pavilion elder stiffen.

Han Muye shook his head and headed downstairs.

He understood that the sect trained their soldiers through battle.

Without going through bloody battles, how could cultivators single-mindedly pursue the Dao without any fear of hardships?

Sword cultivators, particularly, should not be afraid of death.

But these low-level disciples were also human…

“Hmph, as a superior, how can you be soft-hearted? You have to learn to see the big picture. The world is just a game of chess for a few people!”

The Sword Pavilion Elder’s disappointed voice sounded behind him.

Han Muye couldn’t be bothered with him and went straight downstairs.

You talk so much nonsense. Why are you hiding on the third floor of the Sword Pavilion?

When they arrived at the stone steps, Han Muye looked at the thin figure in front of him and said calmly, “Have you thought it through?”

The person in front of him was the disciple of the Three Lake Pavilion, Yang Shao.