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Chapter 169: Huang Six leaves the Sword Pavilion

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

At this moment, the battle intent on Han Muye was enough to break through the clouds above his head.

A Qi Condensation Sword Cultivator could fight against a peak-level Earth Realm demon.

No matter how strong the enemy is, I have my own sword.

This is a sword cultivator!

“He, he wants to challenge a half-step Heaven Realm demon…” Zhao Yijia, who was standing beside Xia Yi, shrank his neck and his face was pale.

H-how dare he!

That was a half-step Heaven Realm demon. Not to mention in the Western Frontier, even in the Central Continent, it was a peerless mighty figure in the world!

How dare he draw his sword in front of such an expert?

“Sword cultivators have swords in their hands and swords in their hearts.”

“This is a true sword cultivator.”

Xia Yi looked up and sighed.

Sword cultivator.

A half-step Heaven Realm expert dared to attack in front of a Heaven Realm expert!

Taking a deep breath, Xia Yi looked at the people beside him.

“Did you see that?”

“There are countless cultivators in the world. Those who can’t join the Mystic Sun Guards are the true top geniuses in the world.”

“A genius who dares to fight. A cultivator should be like this.”

With that, he flew up and rushed to Han Muye’s side.

“Brother Han, I’ll fight alongside you today.”

The eyes of the black-robed female cultivator below lit up as she flew up with her sword.

“Miao Ziyu will fight alongside Brother Han!”

“I’m coming too. Cao Dagang is here.”

“Xiao Jinyuan is here.”

“Zhao Yijia is here too!”

…

The eight Central Continent elites soared into the sky and stood side by side with Han Muye and Xia Yi.

Although this bit of combat power was not worth mentioning, it was not a disgrace to the Central Continent’s elites.

The steep stone wall slowly pressed down. When it reached a thousand feet, it stopped.

A blurry face appeared on the stone wall. It looked at Han Muye and the others before slowly retreating.

Retreated.

Xia Yi and the others heaved a sigh of relief.

It was crazy to challenge a half-step Heaven Realm demon!

Han Muye shook his head regretfully, and then the sword energy on his body slowly converged. The sword pill disappeared and fell into his dantian to be nurtured.

In the battle just now, he had exhausted two sword intents.

Fortunately, he could fight with a Golden Core cultivator. This experience was even more rewarding.

“Do you need magnolias?”

A voice spoke from below.

Han Muye and the others turned around and saw a young girl in a green dress standing in front of the forest below.

The girl stared at Han Muye and asked again, “Do you want magnolias?”

Han Muye nodded.

“You’re doing an exchange again?”

The girl spoke again.

Exchange?

Han Muye recalled that Zhao Pu had taken three magnolias and returned a high-grade spiritual rock.

Exchange!

Han Muye waved his hand and dozens of high-grade spiritual rocks fell.

This was hundreds of thousands of spiritual rocks.

At this move, Xia Yi and the Central Continent elites had strange expressions on their faces.

His sword intent is powerful, his sword technique is divine, and his wealth is so immense…

This is how the direct descendants of the big families in the Central Continent Imperial City are, right?

The girl in green raised her hand to receive the high-grade spiritual rock. A smile appeared on her face as she counted twice before turning around and disappearing into the forest.

She fled with the money?

Zhao Yijia and the others turned to look at Han Muye with strange expressions.

Isn’t this a huge loss?

Han Muye didn’t say anything as he landed on the bluestone.

It didn’t matter if he was cheated of his spiritual rocks. It was just a few dozen high-grade spiritual rocks.

He had no shortage of those.

Fortunately, the girl returned in a moment.

The girl who returned held a large handful of magnolias that flashed with light.

These magnolias had a golden halo. Spiritual light flowed and fragrance overflowed.

A thousand-year-old spiritual herb.?Han Muye’s eyes lit up.

A thousand-year medicinal effect was completely different from a hundred years.

The changes in the medicinal properties were not in order.

When it came to thousand-year-old spiritual herbs, spirituality could greatly increase the possibility of refining high-quality medicinal pills.

After carefully receiving the magnolias, Han Muye hesitated for a moment. With a flip of his palm, dozens of high-grade spiritual rocks appeared.

“Little Fellow Daoist, your magnolia is a thousand years old. I didn’t have enough spiritual rocks just now. This is to make up for the difference in price.”

Make up for the difference.

There were so many high-grade spiritual rocks.

Miao Ziyu and the others were completely numb now.

The girl in the green dress revealed a happy expression and took the spiritual rocks. With a flash of light, she put them away.

“You’re a good person. Granny Lan said that if you still need good spiritual herbs, you can come to Green Wheat Mountain to trade with us.”

As she spoke, the girl plucked a strand of hair and handed it to Han Muye.

“My name is Tantan.”

Han Muye took the hair and saw that it had already turned into a purple branch.

“My name is Han Muye.”

…

When Han Muye, Xia Yi, and the others walked out of the Green Wheat Mountain, Miao Ziyu and the others looked at Han Muye with a strange expression.

“Brother Xia, everyone, I still have something on in my sect. Goodbye.” Han Muye turned around and cupped his hands at everyone.

Xia Yi nodded and reached out to remove the Mystic Sun Sword from his waist.

“Brother Han, if you go to the Central Continent in the future, it will be much more convenient to carry this sword with you.”

It was not that he was invited to join the Mystic Sun Guards, but that this sword was convenient.

Han Muye hesitated, then took the sword with both hands.

“Alright, when I have the chance, I’ll go to the Central Continent and drink with everyone.”

After Han Muye finished speaking, he held his sword and flew into the sky.

Watching him leave, Miao Ziyu and the others were filled with emotions.

“I didn’t expect such a person to exist in the Western Frontier.” Cao Dagang, who was holding a sword in his hand, whispered.

“That’s true. If I didn’t know that he was from a sect in the Western Border, I would have thought that I had met a direct descendant of the Central Continent Imperial City and experienced the hardships of the cultivation world.” Miao Ziyu shook his head, his eyes sparkling.

“This guy looks quite…”

“Let’s go,” Xia Yi said.

“When we return to Shuxi County, I will report what happened in the Western Frontier. Today’s encounter is a rare experience for you.”

It really was a test of life and death.

Everyone who had been lingering before the cycle of life and death sighed.

Xia Yi turned around and looked in the direction that Han Muye had left in. He turned around and strode away.

Miao Ziyu and the others were not experienced enough, so they did not know what Han Muye’s swordsmanship meant.

But he knew.

With such talent in the Sword Dao and a pure heart, even his literary appearance was valued!

Such a person would definitely soar into the sky when he entered the Central Continent in the future!

Today’s friendship might be their opportunity in the future.

Wasn’t fate all about karma?

…

Han Muye returned to the Nine Mystic Mountain and no longer concealed himself.

From the swords of those men in black, he obtained the information that the remaining forces of the Great Spiritual Sword Sect wanted to deal with the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

It did not matter how these sects who had been instigated to defect caused trouble for Han Muye.

He couldn’t make a big wave.

There were experts stationed everywhere in the Sword Sect. There were also many disciples of the sect who were on missions to eliminate demons. Whoever dared to cause trouble was courting death.

Lin Shen and Zhao Pu had already headed to the Abyss Valley. With their combat strength, it was not impossible for them to deal with Hu Taisheng.

What Han Muye was afraid of now was that if Clear Wind Temple participated in the turmoil and implicated Lu Qingping, Huang Six’s Dao heart would probably collapse.

Thinking of this, Han Muye flew even faster on his sword.

For two days and two nights, Han Muye used pills and spirit stones to replenish his spiritual energy. Without sleeping or resting, he flew tens of thousands of miles and returned to the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

When he was 10,000 miles away from the Nine Mystic Mountain, he saw sword lights interweaving and flying down.

He intercepted an Earth Realm elder of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect and asked him about the state of affairs. The news made his heart sink.

A day ago, 12 sects under the Nine Mystic Sword Sect rebelled.

The Duanhua Sword Sect, the Suyang Sect, and a few sects that Han Muye knew of previously were all rebels.

As for Clear Wind Temple, it was still unknown if they had rebelled.

Han Muye rode his sword to the limit and returned to the Nine Mystic Mountain half a day later.

“Senior Brother Han is back!”

When he reached the entrance of the Sword Pavilion, Lu Gao’s surprised voice sounded.

Han Muye walked up the stone steps and glanced into the Sword Pavilion. Then he said in a low voice, “Do you know what happened at the foot of the mountain?”

Lu Gao nodded. “I heard that many sects rebelled. Because the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect took advantage of the frontline battle.”

Lu Gao often worked with the servants in the sect and would help Han Muye obtain a lot of information.

This was what Han Muye had asked him to care about, so he naturally knew.

“Have you heard that Clear Wind Temple has turned against you?”

Han Muye spoke softly.

Clear Wind Temple?

Sixth Sister-in-law’s sect?

Lu Gao shook his head and said in a low voice, “I haven’t heard anything about it yet.”

“Is Little Han back? How was it?”

Huang Six’s voice came from the Sword Pavilion.

Han Muye shook his head at Lu Gao and strode into the Sword Pavilion.

He stepped into the Sword Pavilion and saw Huang Six walking over from the wooden frame with a piece of linen in his hand.

“That tired?”

Huang Six looked up at Han Muye’s face and frowned. “Hurry up and rest. Why are you so tired?”

If he rode the sword for two days and two nights without stopping, even an Earth Realm expert would be exhausted.

“Sixth Brother, there’s trouble at the foot of the mountain.” Han Muye looked at Huang Six and said in a deep voice.

Huang Six nodded and waved his hand. “Don’t worry about these things. I’m going down the mountain to take a look in two days. These guys really don’t stop.”

Han Muye was about to speak when a voice came from the door.

“Brother Lu, is Senior Brother Han here?”

It was Bai Suzhen’s voice.

“I need to speak to him urgently.”

Bai Suzhen’s voice was filled with urgency.

Han Muye and Huang Six walked out of the Sword Pavilion and saw Bai Suzhen and the gray-robed Treasure Store Shopkeeper He standing at the bottom of the stone steps.

Shopkeeper He was holding a sword in his hand.

Seeing this sword, Han Muye and Huang Six’s expressions changed drastically.

Huang Six took a step forward and landed in front of Shopkeeper He. He reached out and grabbed the sword in his hand.

“Why is this sword in your hands?!”

At this moment, a violent aura rose like a primordial beast from Huang Six’s body. A sharp sword qi seeped out of his body, as if it wanted to tear Shopkeeper He apart.

His eyes were filled with suppressed flames.

Shopkeeper He took a step back and looked at Bai Suzhen.

Bai Suzhen said in a low voice, “Sixth Brother, this sword was sold to my Bai family’s shop by Sixth Sister-in-law. Coincidentally, Uncle He recognized this sword and sent it over.”

Standing on the stone steps, Han Muye said in a deep voice, “Explain yourself.”

Bai Suzhen nodded and turned around. “Uncle He, give Sixth Brother and Senior Brother Han the information.”

Shopkeeper He nodded and said, “This sword was sent from Mingyuan Town Market 3,000 miles away. I have an impression of this sword because Young Master Han bought it when he was appraising it.”

At this point, he looked at Han Muye and then at Huang Six. “I asked. Five days ago, a few female cultivators went together and bought a lot of pills, talismans, and other things.

“The female cultivator who sold the sword used the spiritual rocks she exchanged for to buy many spirit pills to ward off poison and increase her cultivation.

“By the way, that female cultivator also said that if we go south, we might be able to return in the future. We have to prepare more pills. There’s no use keeping this sword.

“Because the female cultivator mentioned that she bought this sword from the Zhenling Treasure Shop, so they sent it over.”

To the south?

Southern Wasteland!

Clear Wind Temple, which had been instigated by the Great Spiritual Sword Sect, was going to the Southern Wasteland!

“South,” Huang muttered. He gripped his sword and lowered his head.

After taking a few steps, he turned around and looked at the Sword Pavilion behind him and Han Muye, who was standing in front of it.

“Brother Han, I’m leaving. I’m not coming back.”