Han Muye’s words made Lu Gao’s expression change.

The Cao Family was a refining family under the Nine Mystic Sword Sect. They lived not far from the Nine Mystic Mountain. How could something have happened?

“That sword was not refined by Cao’e.”

Han Muye strode forward, his body surging with sword light and spiritual energy.

Lu Gao, who was following behind him, did not miss a step.

“That sword was refined by Cao Ang, the grandson of the Cao family.”

Cao Ang?

Lu Gao was stunned. “I-I thought he was abducted?”

Back then, when the Cao Family was attacked, the head of the Cao Family was beheaded and his grandson was abducted.

This matter made the people of the Nine Mystic Mountain very angry, and they launched many rescue missions.

But there had been no news from Cao Ang.

At this moment, Han Muye said that this sword was refined by Cao Ang.

Then he’s back?

“That sword was actually refined quite well. There were also some blood refinement techniques mixed in, causing the quality of the sword to increase greatly. Blood refinement techniques are commonly used by demons.”

Han Muye spoke calmly.

Demons?

Where did Cao Ang learn how to refine weapons?

Besides, how could he learn the refining methods of the demons? Wasn’t he kidnapped?

Lu Gao felt that it was better not to think too much.

Senior Brother Han’s comprehension was unparalleled. Huang Six was becoming more and more discerning.

Instructor Lin didn’t say much, but he was ruthless.

Yang Mingxuan was learning like a madman.

Jiang Ming was a genius among geniuses.

In the Sword Pavilion, he was probably only slightly smarter than Gao Xiaoxuan for the time being.

When that kid grew up, he would probably become the stupidest person in the entire Sword Pavilion.

In the past, Lu Gao felt that his thoughts were quite clear.

However, what he saw and heard in the Sword Pavilion was not something he could understand at all.

I understand, but I don’t seem to, he thought.

“Brother Lu, later, you will enter the mine first. Tell them that the Nine Mystic Sword Sect is here to collect spiritual materials and wants ten portions of Mystic Jade Steel. If anyone dares to stop you, kill them.”

Han Muye’s voice rang out.

Lu Gao grinned. “Understood.”

There you go, he thought.

If there’s anything to say, just say it and wouldn’t it be clear?

The two of them ran for more than an hour. There was a continuous mine in the mountains ahead. There were all kinds of wooden shelves, chains, and many miners.

The exposed mountain rocks emitted a green spiritual light.

Han Muye moved and turned into an invisible breeze hiding between the rocks.

This was a combination of Dao techniques and sword techniques. A small trick could only fool low-level cultivators.

Those who had reached the Foundation Establishment realm could sense it with their spiritual will.

Lu Gao strode forward to the mine’s wooden fence.

“Who goes there!”

“The Cao family mine. Don’t go near it.”

A few shouts sounded.

When the men saw Lu Gao, they were slightly stunned.

Some people recognized his Nine Mystic Mountain disciple robe, while others were stunned by his black veil.

“The Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s Weapon Refinement Hall is here to retrieve 10 sets of Mystic Jade Steel. We have already reported to the Cao Family.”

Lu Gao spoke up.

His voice was loud and neither servile nor overbearing, and it immediately stunned the cultivators guarding the door.

“You want the Mystic Jade Steel? I’ll report it…”

As soon as the person spoke, his expression suddenly changed and he shouted in a low voice, “Not good! Someone from the Nine Mystic Mountain is here!”

The hands of the cultivators behind him flashed, and sword lights and spells hurtled towards Lu Gao.

Lu Gao, whose eyes were covered by a black veil, grinned.

It was easier to use his hands than his brain and mouth.

“Ho—”

He charged forward and reached out to grab the sword that was stabbing at him.

“Clang—”

The sword snapped.

“Boom—”

Lu Gao collided with a few cultivators in front of him and sent them flying.

These people were bleeding from their noses and noses, and their eyes were unfocused. They were either dead or seriously injured.

“I still didn’t control my strength well…”

Lu Gao shook his head, clenched his fists, and threw the broken sword away.

After cultivating the Military Sword Technique, his body was like a long sword.

His body was fused with a spiritual weapon, a long sword. All the swords below the spiritual weapon level were completely unable to harm him.

There was a lot of movement at the door. Guards with weapons rushed at Lu Gao from all directions.

“Is your Cao Family rebelling? You want to disobey the orders of my Nine Mystic Sword Sect?”

Lu Gao shouted as he attacked, sending those charging at him flying.

Han Muye stood on a mined green boulder and narrowed his eyes as he looked at the guards attacking Lu Gao.

These people were not from the Cao Family at all.

At the Duanhua Sword Sect.

After seeing the Hand Sword Technique, Han Muye had already recognized these people.

Back then, at the gathering on the Nine Mystic Mountain, the Duanhua Sword Sect was suppressed.

Later on, when the Three Stones House issued the demon extermination mission, those sects who betrayed the Nine Mystic Sword Sect participated but they did not contribute anything.

If not for the fact that the Nine Mystic Sword Sect could not spare any time, they would have long cleaned up the place.

Fortunately, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect was as powerful as the sun now. No one would betray them unless he was a fool.

Sweeping his gaze around, Han Muye turned around and quietly headed towards the mine that was dozens of feet high.

There were no experts outside. With Lu Gao’s strength, he could deal with them easily.

His figure flickered and he was already outside the mine in a few flashes.

The mine was deep and dark.

Han Muye flew like a fallen leaf and quietly stepped into the mine.

The mine was wide and flat. The surrounding stone walls were illuminated by oil lamps and jade stones that stimulated spiritual light.

In such a space, Han Muye couldn’t hide anymore.

“Who goes there!”

With a shout, a black-robed figure blocked the way.

The man was tall in a black robe, his head and face covered by a hood.

Demons?

Han Muye stood there and looked at the figure.

After being exposed by Han Muye, the figure took off his hood, revealing a face full of mane.

Wolf head, human body.

The Black Wolves Race.

“Looks like you’re from the Nine Mystic Mountain. You’ve come so quickly.”

The wolf-headed man chuckled and bared his teeth. His face was full of cruelty.

“Unfortunately, I shouldn’t have sent a little fellow like you to die.”

Han Muye, who was in front of him, did not emit any powerful strength, nor did he have the aura of an expert.

Obviously, the people of the Nine Mystic Mountain noticed the abnormality of the Cao Family, but they did not take it seriously.

“What’s going on?”

A voice came from the depths of the mine, deep and old.

“It’s nothing. A little reptile.”

The black wolf demon laughed, and the green-black halo on his hands turned into sharp long blades. He took a step forward and aimed at Han Muye’s head.

If this attack had landed, Han Muye would be torn into pieces.

This black wolf demon cultivator was at the fifth level of Qi Condensation. He was stronger and faster than humans of the same level.

His long blade was also sharp. Ordinary swords could not block it.

In such a small space, if one cultivated spells, they would probably be torn apart before they could even use a spell.

Fortunately, Han Muye did not cultivate spells. He cultivated sword techniques.

“Clang—”

The sound of a sword being drawn.

The Green Destiny Sword.

With a gentle stir of the Green Destiny Long Sword, the black wolf’s long blade shattered.

The Green Destiny Sword, which had been nurtured to the point where it was about to become a spiritual weapon, could easily shatter these long blades.

Then Han Muye took a step forward and swept his sword in front of the black wolf demon’s wide eyes. It brushed past its neck, bringing with it a spray of blood.

That was all.

Unlike the first time he killed someone, Han Muye’s heart was calm as the sword light swept across.

Was it because he had adapted to being a cultivator, or was it because the other party was a demon?

Perhaps it was both.

Blood dripped from the blade. The black wolf demon struggled twice and fell to the ground.

“Who—”

A shout came from the depths of the cave.

He had been discovered.

Foundation Establishment realm.

Han Muye’s expression remained unchanged. He held his sword and walked forward step by step.

“Kill!”

Two figures rushed towards him, using the sword techniques of the Duanhua Sword Sect.

“Someone from the Duanhua Sword Sect?”

Han Muye said lightly and raised his sword.

“He recognized us now. Don’t leave anyone alive!” The person opposite him shouted, and his sword light turned into a light wheel.

“Since you’ve betrayed the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, go to hell,” Han Muye muttered to himself. The sword in his hand drew two poignant arcs of blood.

There was a flaw in the Duanhua Sword Sect’s swordsmanship.

Back at the sect gathering, Han Muye could already tell.

Without stopping, figures appeared to block his way.

The Demon Race of the Duanhua Sword Sect.

Han Muye’s sword made no unnecessary movements.

Stab, or gently sweep out.

Killing people did not require much action to begin with.

In this small mine, the flickering streams of light were like stamens from the abyss of death every time they bloomed.

Seductive.

Icy cold.

This was not the first time Han Muye had killed someone.

It was the first time he had killed someone with a sword.

The feeling of the sword cutting through the skin and stabbing into the throat and chest, drawing blood, made his soul surge.

At this moment, the soul sword qi in his divine treasure quickly condensed.

Sword Qi should have been condensed with killing intent!

There was something wrong with his previous thoughts!

No matter how much sword qi there was, it should be used to kill, not to accumulate and slowly condense.

He could see through Lu Ten and Li Three’s problems, but he did not care about his own problems.

How could there be sword intent without killing someone?

In Han Muye’s dantian, the originally diffused sword qi spun rapidly and condensed into a faint sword shadow.

Sword intent!

Although it did not gather to 128,000, this was the sword intent he cultivated.

Half-step Sword Intent!

As this sword intent condensed, Han Muye felt that everything in front of him had changed.

The speed at which he attacked seemed to be like a turtle crawling.

The sword light that he thought was very profound turned out to be a trick like a child waving a sword.

No wonder Huang Six had said that his swordsmanship was not good.

Such swordsmanship was too poor.

“Slash—”

He thrusted his sword, and the wind howled. The three figures in front of him stopped and slowly fell to the ground.

Third level of Qi Condensation, fifth level of Qi Condensation, sixth level of Qi Condensation.

It was just a sword.

“Who are you?”

Ahead, a voice came from the depths of the mine.

They were in a wide stone room surrounded by gravel.

Dozens of demon beasts of various shapes and sizes were digging desperately, as if they were searching for something.

“Squeak—”

A huge rat that was five feet long hissed and dragged a foot-wide green rock out.

Han Muye’s gaze fell on the rock.

“The mother steel of Mystic Jade Steel? Are you going to clean out this mine?”

Han Muye turned and looked at the thin figure standing in front of the stone wall.

“Cao Ang, is this how you repay your family?”

Cao Ang.

The black-robed figure was the direct descendant of the Cao Family, Cao Ang.

Hearing Han Muye’s words, Cao Ang lifted his hood, revealing his scarred face.

“Senior Brother Han of the Sword Pavilion? I didn’t expect you.”