Chapter 51 - Only the Sword Nurturing Technique is the true inheritance of the Sword Pavilion
Chapter 51: Only the Sword Nurturing Technique is the true inheritance of the Sword Pavilion
Lu Gao was indeed used to being a servant. He was good at reading people and asking for information.
Han Muye didn’t know about this before.
Han Muye nodded and patted Lu Gao on the shoulder. “Although Brother Lu is strong, he’s very meticulous.”
“If there’s any news from behind, you can tell me.”
“Alright, alright.” After receiving Han Muye’s praise, Lu Gao nodded happily.
It seemed that Huang Six was right. The Nine Mystic Sword Sect was going to make a big move this time.
Otherwise, they wouldn’t be gathering here and killing people there.
Even the Great Spiritual Sword Sect probably had the same thoughts. They might cause trouble at the gathering.
From the looks of it, he might really have made a great contribution to the sect by sending a message to Tuoba Cheng.
Walking into the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye looked at the empty long table and said, “Brother isn’t here?”
At the door, Lu Gao hurriedly replied, “Senior Brother Han, not long after you left, Brother Six went out.”
‘Went out?’
It seemed that once the fire in his heart was ignited, any man would be burned. He could not sit still at all.
“Haha, brat Han, I’m back—”
Han Muye turned around and saw Huang Six running over with big strides.
His steps were steady, his back unbent, his eyes alert.
Was this love attempt successful?
“Brother Han, Sister Ping, your sister-in-law recognized me!” Walking to Han Muye’s side, Huang Six couldn’t help but rub his hands and whisper.
The excitement in his words was difficult to suppress.
‘Recognize him?’
“Congratulations, Brother. Didn’t you bring sister-in-law here to take a look?” Han Muye asked with a smile.
“Hehe, it’s too late now. She said she’ll come tomorrow.” Huang Six chuckled, looking smug.
‘To the Sword Pavilion?’
The disciple of Clear Wind Temple.
The smile on Han Muye’s face did not fade. He looked at Huang Six, who was still overjoyed, and a deep gaze appeared in his eyes.
‘As long as Brother is happy.’
Hopefully, all was well.
The atmosphere at dinner that night was extremely harmonious.
Huang Six told Lu Gao some interesting things about the Sword Pavilion.
He told him about who had peed their pants when receiving the sword, which Sword Pavilion’s Sword Caretaker did not live past three months and why there were servants in the Sword Pavilion who were unwilling to work in the Sword Pavilion anymore.
Lu Gao grinned and concentrated on the big ribs in front of him.
Huang Six could not chew.
When the pavilion door closed, Han Muye and Huang Six returned to their rooms.
Sitting cross-legged on the wooden couch, Han Muye took out a supreme-grade Cloud Qi Pill.
As the pill entered his stomach, a warm spiritual energy quickly flowed through his meridians and landed in his dantian.
Over the past few days, he had been taking pills every day. His dantian, which was originally ten feet wide, slowly expanded, and there was already half a foot of space.
Although it had only increased a little, the total capacity had expanded a lot.
Recently, he had deliberately replenished his cultivation knowledge. Han Muye also knew that his dantian was stronger than many Qi Condensation cultivators.
However, at the moment, the sword intent he controlled was too strong. The activation of his body and spiritual energy cultivation was like a three-year-old child swinging a sledgehammer. It was too incongruous.
Only when one’s physical body was tempered to a certain extent and their spiritual energy cultivation had at least reach the true Qi Condensation realm could they be agile enough to activate those sword intents.
“Hum—”
Just as Han Muye was transferring spiritual energy and then transferring sword Qi into his dantian to nourish it, there was a faint sound outside the quiet room.
When he opened his eyes, there was nothing in front of him.
“Sister Ping?”
Huang Six’s voice came from the quiet room next door.
It was the sword!
The sword that had been delivered that day!
Back then, when this sword came to his quiet room, it almost killed him.
Han Muye was about to get up when Huang Six’s voice came from next door again. “Can’t you just pretend to be her for a while longer?”
“Could it be that seeing that my body is withered and I can’t squeeze out any blood essence, you don’t even have the mood to pretend?”
The sword rang, then the sound of the sword falling came.
“Such a spoilsport. Let’s sleep,” Huang Six muttered.
Han Muye shook his head and chuckled.
That was true. Huang Six had lived in the Sword Pavilion for seven years. How could he not be as extraordinary as him?
Back then, he shouted and made the sword that was about to hurt him fall.
It seemed that Huang Six also had a special ability.
After figuring this out, Han Muye felt much more relaxed. He focused his attention on himself and began to polish his physical strength.
Back then, although he had taken a Body Strengthening Pill, it was still useless.
Perhaps higher-grade body-tempering pills would be useful for body-tempering?
‘Why don’t I buy it and try it out in the next few days?’
With more than ten high-grade spiritual rocks in his pocket, Han Muye was full of confidence.
As he circulated his body-tempering technique, he absorbed another sword Qi into his body.
He grinned at the bone-scraping sour taste.
It was unknown who had invented this cultivation technique. The sword Qi seeped into his bones and it was really difficult to bear.
Fortunately, the sword Qi circulated in his body. After circulating in his dantian’s sea of Qi, it turned into a gentle hand and began to comfort his meridians.
This sense of comfort was irresistible.
He even felt that his meridians seemed to have widened under the gentle touch of the sword Qi.
Perhaps his aptitude would increase if the sword Qi continued to cleanse him?
A ninth-grade aptitude was indeed very limited to cultivation.
Even though Han Muye did not cultivate purely using spiritual energy like traditional cultivators, he still felt the restrictions on his cultivation because of his aptitude.
With a large number of pills, his meridians circulated slowly, and a lot of medicinal power and spiritual energy dissipated.
Fortunately, the dissipating medicinal power was not completely wasted.
Spiritual energy could increase the strength of the body and stabilize the muscles and bones.
After a night of cultivation, Han Muye felt relaxed.
He carried his sword to the small courtyard and saw Huang Six holding a sword in his hand and slashing fiercely.
The sword struck the thick trunk, sending splinters flying.
“Are you still going to disturb my sweet dreams?”
“Do you think I’m easy to tackle?”
“If you come again, I’ll throw you into the latrine.”
…
When he turned around and saw Han Muye, Huang Six held the sword in his hand and said, “Brother Han, how did you get this sword back?”
“An inner sect disciple named Zhu Guangsheng sent it over yesterday.”
“Su Yang, who received the sword back then, died.”
Han Muye said softly.
Holding the sword, Huang Six’s gaze landed on Han Muye.
After a moment, he laughed and said, “Not bad. No wonder the elder likes you.”
With that, he carried his sword and walked into the Sword Pavilion.
“I cultivate the Sword Condensing Technique. I use my soul, Qi, and blood to condense a sword Qi.”
“When I master it, I’ll be able to bear the sword intent of the Nine Mystic Sword.”
“Of course, it can only condense the power of one sword.”
“Back then, when the elder taught me the Sword Condensing Technique, he said that I was not qualified to cultivate it.”
“Only the Sword Nurturing Technique is the true inheritance of the Sword Pavilion.”
Huang Six whispered, as if to himself, but also to Han Muye.
Was the Sword Nurturing Technique the true inheritance of the Sword Pavilion?
Han Muye was slightly taken aback.
Wasn’t he cultivating the Sword Nurturing Technique?
“Brother, I—”
Before Han Muye could finish, Huang Six waved his hand and said, “Everyone has their own fate.”
“I’m willing to become that sword to reach Heavenly Sword Realm.”
“The path was chosen by myself.”
“I have no regrets.”
With that, he carried his sword into the Sword Pavilion.
Han Muye’s gaze fell on Huang Six’s back.
‘You really don’t regret it?’
…
In the morning, looking at Huang Six’s anxious appearance, Han Muye smiled and said, “Brother, why don’t you go out for a walk?”
Huang Six stood up and left.
At the door, Lu Gao’s voice sounded. “Brother, do you want me to bring food today? How many portions do you want? Do you want the meat to be soft…”
“Get lost…” Huang Six’s curse came from afar.
Han Muye almost laughed and turned to wipe the swords.
He had already fallen in love with this feeling of polishing the swords every day. The sword Qi mixed together, and it was very satisfying.
“Sword Pavilion’s rules for receiving swords, bathe and change your clothes, burn the incense to calm the mind—”
Unknowingly, at noon, Lu Gao’s shout came from the entrance of the Sword Pavilion.
‘A business opportunity is here?’
Han Muye sheathed his sword and turned.
“I’m looking for Han Muye.”
A hoarse voice came from the Sword Pavilion door.