Chapter 57 - The Sword Pavilion Elder's reaction

Walking slowly up to the second floor of the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye held the sword in one hand and the mission book in the other. He shouted, “Disciple Han Muye seeks an audience with Elder.”

From the third floor, he heard a soft grunt.

Han Muye strode up to the third floor, and the Sword Pavilion elder looked up at him from where he was seated.

“What is it?”

Han Muye bowed and handed over the sword in his hand. “Elder, this sword is filled with some evil energy.”

Hearing his words, the Sword Pavilion Elder’s expression did not change. He raised his hand and took the sword. He did not draw it, but placed it horizontally on the wooden table in front of him, then looked at Han Muye.

“Tell me how you discovered that the sword had evil energy.”

Han Muye quickly told him that this sword was Ji Yuan’s sword, which was taken away by Su Yang and then returned. Also, this sword seemed to be able to silently enter the Sword Caretaker’s room.

“That Luo Tian was the same as Su Yang when he chose the sword. He took the sword directly.”

Han Muye handed over the mission book in his hand and said, “Also, this mission book is strange. Not to mention the journey to and from the Blazing Demon Valley, with Luo Tian’s cultivation, he probably won’t be able to kill the demon fox.”

Since they could become demons, they had to at least be at the Qi Condensation Realm.

The demon fox was an existence with extraordinary intelligence among demon beasts. Back then, the First Elder of the Blazing Demon Valley was from the demon fox race.

Luo Tian’s cultivation level was only at the Qi Condensation Realm. It did not make sense for him to return from 80,000 miles away in a month after killing the demon fox in the chaotic Demon Valley.

The Sword Pavilion Elder nodded and looked at Han Muye with admiration.

“You’re very meticulous.”

“Also, you have a good temperament to let this sword remain in the Sword Pavilion.”

The Sword Pavilion Elder raised his hand and held the sword. Then, he said calmly, “There are some things that you don’t need to know for the time being.”

“If you can watch the sword for ten years in the Sword Pavilion, I’ll tell you what you need to know.”

With that, he stroked his sword and narrowed his eyes. “You just have to know that the Sword Pavilion doesn’t just keep swords.”

Standing, he propped the sword on the wooden shelf behind him.

There was also a sheathed black sword on the wooden shelf.

“Cultivate the Sword Nurturing Technique well. Only by cultivating it to a high enough level can you understand more things after the confusion.”

The Sword Pavilion Elder turned to look at Han Muye, his eyes filled with endless depth.

…

When Han Muye went downstairs, Huang Six was already gone.

After sitting at the long table, Han Muye thought about what the Sword Pavilion Elder had said.

This was the cultivation world. Anything strange was possible.

Perhaps the elder knew the secret of this sword but did not say it.

The strangeness of this sword was not a big deal in the eyes of the experts of the Sword Sect and the elders of the Sword Pavilion.

That was true. This sword would at most injure a few inner and outer sect disciples of the Sword Sect.

In the elder’s opinion, Qin Yuanhe, who had killed the Sword Battle Hall deacon, Zhou Yan, and 13 disciples, was still at large. Why would the sword even matter?

Moreover, this sword seemed to be related to some secrets of the Sword Pavilion.

Only those who had been Sword Caretakers for ten years and became deacons of the Sword Pavilion were qualified to know these secrets.

Han Muye shook his head.

How long has he been in the Sword Pavilion?

Fortunately, Huang Six had been a Sword Caretaker for seven years. When he had reached ten years, he would know all kinds of secrets of the Sword Pavilion.

When the time came, he would ask Huang Six. He believed that he would not hide it.

Opening his palm, Han Muye looked at a small bronze sword less than three inches in his palm.

This was given to him by the Sword Pavilion Elder.

Only official disciples of the Sword Pavilion had this honor.

In the Sword Sect, one could not show this item to others unless they were an elder.

There was nothing unusual about this sword, and it was difficult for the sword Qi to enter it. Perhaps it was really just an identity token.

Slowly closing his eyes, the sword intent in Han Muye’s sea of Qi trembled slightly.

Only when he felt the surging sword intent did he feel at ease.

Power.

Without enough power, they were just dispensable ants in the eyes of those experts.

Han Muye gritted his teeth and let the sword Qi around him flow into his body, condensing into bones.

He did not want to be like those low-level disciples and become an insignificant existence in the eyes of the elders.

A faint sword Qi spread around him, causing the swords on the first floor to vibrate.

…

When Huang Six returned to the Sword Pavilion, it was almost time to close the gate.

He was carrying a small bag and behaved quite sneakily.

“Well, Brother Han.” Huang Six opened the small bag. There were 15 clear spiritual rocks inside.

It was not as bright as a high-grade spiritual stone, but it was much richer in spiritual energy than a low-grade spiritual rock.

Each mid-grade spiritual rock was worth 100 low-grade spiritual rocks. These 15 pieces were worth 1,500 low-grade spiritual rocks.

Huang Six had been in the Sword Pavilion for seven years. This was probably all he had.

“Help Sister Ping choose a good sword tomorrow.” Huang Six pushed the spiritual rocks in front of Han Muye and lowered his voice. “If it’s not enough, help me pay for it first. I’ll return it to you later.”

Han Muye smiled and put away the package. Then he said, “Brother, are you intending to exhaust all your marriage savings?”

“Of course. I even—” Huang Six paused for a moment and blushed. He waved his hand and said, “It’s fine. Isn’t it for your Sister-in-law? She has only cultivated for less than ten years. If she has a good sword, her chances will be higher.”

“If she can win a few more rounds at this gathering and gain some reputation and obtain some resources as a reward, it will be very beneficial to her future cultivation.”

With that, he reached out and patted Han Muye’s shoulder, then sighed. “Brother, you don’t know, but my heart is filled with passion.”

Han Muye laughed and carried the package. “Alright, if it’s not enough, I’ll pay for it. Just treat it as a gift for my eldest nephew.”

With that, Han Muye turned around and returned to the quiet room.

“What nephew? Isn’t he still…” Huang Six’s face flushed red as he grinned foolishly.

Han Muye woke up early the next morning.

It was not that he wanted to get up early, but Huang Six brought breakfast to him and urged him to get up.

Huang Six not only delivered breakfast, but also handed two yellow talismans to Han Muye.

The Divine Movement Talisman, when stuck on his legs, allowed him to run as fast as flying.

This thing was not very expensive. After all, at the fifth or sixth level of the Essence Energy Cultivation Realm, one could walk 100 feet per step and be as fast as a horse.

Those who needed this talisman were only low-level cultivators.

After putting away the talisman paper and leaving the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye arrived at the mountain gate. Lu Qingping, who was driving the carriage, was already waiting there.

He saved on talismans.

“Senior Sister Lu, let me drive.”

Han Muye stepped forward to greet her.

Lu Qingping did not refuse. She put down the reins and smiled. “Thank you, Junior Brother Han.”

Han Muye got into the carriage and drove it down the mountain.

Huang Six had already explained the location of the market many times.

“Junior Brother Han, how long have you been in the Sword Pavilion?” Lu Qingping, who was sitting in the carriage, leaned against the door frame and asked.

“Not long.” Han Muye flicked his whip and said loudly, “I’m lucky because of Brother’s care.”

Lu Qingping nodded and said softly, “Indeed, Brother Zhenxiong is warm-hearted and easy to get along with.”

Although Lu Qingping was an elite disciple of Clear Wind Temple, she did not have any air of arrogance.

She spoke gently to Han Muye.

They were mostly talking about Huang Six.

When Lu Qingping mentioned how she, Huang Six, and the others had sought to be accepted by the cultivation sect, she sighed.

“Brother Zhenxiong is a determined person.”

“Back then, he didn’t stay in Clear Wind Temple as a servant disciple because he didn’t want to fall behind.”

“When he left Clear Wind Temple, he told me that he would definitely become a Heaven Realm expert one day.”

“At that time, he still didn’t know what a Heaven Realm expert was.”

“He only knows that the Heaven Realm can fly and step on auspicious clouds.”

Han Muye knew about this.

Which young man wouldn’t be willing to wear golden armor in front of his lover and step on auspicious clouds while watching her in phoenix crown and robe?

What young man didn’t have a beautiful dream that he didn’t want to wake up from?

Leaning against the door frame of the carriage, Lu Qingping looked up at the clouds in the sky and said in a low voice, “Junior Brother Han, how long can Brother Zhenxiong live?”

Han Muye pulled the reins in his hand and the galloping carriage stopped on the road.