1319 Mastery of the Power of Calamity, Rules! (3)
Who would believe that a spell could be cast on the Nether River?
The blood-colored river water in his palm turned into red clouds and dissipated.
These river waters had already been refined by Han Muye.
Previously, it took a long time to refine a drop of river water. Now, this group of river water had instantly merged into his body.
Without further experimenting with this change in power, he walked slowly towards the deck.
There were very few people on the ship. Most of them were still on Xuanming Island and had not returned.
Huang Six and the others were not around either.
Not far away, an old man in a green-gray Daoist robe with a trace of black demonic light lingering around him saw Han Muye and said in a low voice, “Brother Han, Sixth Brother is fighting with someone. Why aren’t you cheering?”
A ring fight?
A trace of surprise flashed across Han Muye’s face.
Sixth Brother had time for this?
“It is said that Sixth Brother injured someone on a boat in the Nether River yesterday. The people there were unhappy, so they challenged Sixth Brother, but they were beaten back. Then things escalated, and they set up a challenge arena.”
The old man told Han Muye the reason for the matter and took a small boat to Xuanming Island.
However, just as he rode the small bone boat for a thousand feet, he suddenly felt the sound of wind behind him.
When he turned around, his eyes widened.
Han Muye, who was dressed in a green robe, carried a long sword on his back and walked on the waves. In just a few steps, he had already landed on Xuanming Island.
Running on the waves in the Nether River?
Was that even possible?
The old man’s eyes widened. Even though he knew that Han Muye had disappeared, he did not come back to his senses.
Han Muye ran to Xuanming Island and walked quickly. Soon, he arrived at a square in the small stone city.
At this moment, the square was already surrounded by people. In the middle, on a stone platform that was 10 feet tall and dozens of feet wide, two figures were fighting.
The sound of fists hitting flesh was like beating a drum.
Huang Six was dressed in black fiend and demon armor. Every punch and kick carried astral winds. The burly man opposite him did not show any weakness and fought back and forth with his fists and feet. He was clearly not at a disadvantage.
Huang Six’s martial arts skills were not bad. When fighting in the Demon Realm, he honed his killing methods.
After watching for a moment, Han Muye understood that Huang Six was holding back.
Huang Six’s demonic cultivation was powerful. Even if his combat strength suppressed the demonic qi, it was still extremely extraordinary.
If he hadn’t held back, he could have finished off the opponent in 10 moves.
However, the other party’s strength was indeed not bad. His cultivation level was definitely already at the peak of the Heavenly Venerable realm, or even heaven-defying cultivation. Only by condensing his blood qi could he have the strength to block Huang Six.
It was rare to condense and use such pure power.
He was invincible among his peers.
“Bang!”
Han Muye punched the other party’s shoulder, forcing him back three steps.
Not only was the burly man not angry, he even let out a long laugh and cupped his fists. “Sixth Brother is mighty. Tang Jin admires you.”
As he spoke, he took a step back and said loudly, “In the future, Tang Jin will follow Sixth Brother in the Nether River World.”
As he said this, thunderous cheers erupted from below the arena.
Many people around the arena shouted with cupped fists, wanting to follow their sixth brother.
Han Muye could roughly tell that Huang Six had won many matches in a row. Those who came up to compete in martial arts were all defeated by him.
These people admired his methods and cultivation even more. After this arena battle, he had subdued some people with similar tempers.
Han Muye felt that Huang Six should be managed by Sixth Sister-in-law, or he might cause trouble.
After that, a few more fiendish cultivators rushed onto the arena and were defeated after a few rounds in front of Huang Six.
By the time all the Nether River Ferries gathered and prepared to cross the reefs, hundreds of fiendish cultivators with good cultivation had already gathered around Huang Six.
They had all moved from their own ships and followed Huang Six to eat and drink on this ship.
Han Muye couldn’t be bothered with him and simply kicked Huang Six out of the cabin.
This stunned Feng Yi and Daoist Shi Yuan, who were originally in the same cabin.
“Hey, Brother Han, although you and Sixth Brother came together, you shouldn’t underestimate the bond like this.
“It’s beneficial for Sixth Brother to gather a force in the Holy City.”
Feng Yi spoke in a low voice with some disappointment.
Daoist Shi Yuan was even more straightforward. He packed his things and followed Huang Six.
On the other hand, Patriarch Tao Ran moved to Han Muye’s quiet room and chatted with him about fire-element cultivation techniques and alchemy techniques.
Feng Yi actually knew alchemy and cherished Patriarch Tao Ran’s various alchemy techniques.
“Sigh, alchemy is vast. After I entered the Grandmaster realm, it was difficult for me to advance any further.” Patriarch Tao Ran shook his head and looked at Han Muye. “Mu Wan has at least entered the Sage realm with her alchemy, right?”
Mu Wan’s alchemy cultivation on the Nine Mystic Mountain was the most profound.
No, the one with the strongest alchemy cultivation should be this kid in front of him.
Seeing Han Muye chuckle and nod, Patriarch Tao Ran muttered, “Kid, you’ve probably abandoned alchemy…”
Back then, when Han Muye studied alchemy, he had the same thoughts as him. They were both to supplement the Sword Dao with alchemy.
He used alchemy to exchange for spiritual rocks and treasures to support his cultivation.
Now that Han Muye’s cultivation was extraordinary and his backing was immense, he no longer needed to refine various pills himself.
Moreover, he had his partner, Mu Wan, who was wholeheartedly devoted to alchemy.
“Little Friend Han.” Feng Yi said to Han Muye, taking out a jade slip from his hand, “this is my lifelong knowledge of alchemy. You can take a look.”
Placing the jade slip on the table, he sighed, “Going to the Holy City, I don’t know if I’ll have the opportunity to pass on this alchemy inheritance. I can’t let it be lost.”
Although he didn’t say it explicitly, the implication was clear—he was entrusting his alchemy inheritance to Han Muye.
Whether Han Muye cultivated it himself or gave it to others, he could at least ensure that the inheritance did not disappear.
Holding the jade slip in his hand and probing it with his divine sense, Han Muye was a little surprised.
