Sword Master Yuan Tian.

Han Muye looked at the figure in his mind who seemed to be surrounded by stars and had monstrous sword intent.

Who else could it be but Sword Master Yuan Tian?

The ancient Sword Dao expert who had rampaged the Western Frontier and killed without hesitation was really related to the destruction of the ancient sect, the Blazing Sun Palace.

“Foolish.”

Sword Master Yuan Tian raised his hand and a sword pill flew out.

“Hong Chaoyang, if you can survive three strikes from me, I’ll give your Blazing Sun Sect a chance to continue your legacy.”

Swordsmanship, Hidden Void.

Han Muye had comprehended this sword technique in the sword pill nurtured in his dantian countless times.

With this sword technique, Sword Master Yuan Tian had killed countless experts.

The sword pill seemed to be unpredictable. It tore through the void and arrived in front of the person holding the sword in a flash.

“If the Sword Master says three strikes, then Hong Chaoyang will receive three strikes!”

The person holding the sword laughed. The sword light in his hand turned into a fire dragon and swallowed the sword pill.

Blazing Sun Palace’s sect-protecting sword technique, Heavenly Dragon.

Whether it was the Sword Dao Hidden Void or the Sword Dao Heavenly Dragon, they were no longer something that the Nine Mystic Sword Sect could measure.

In Han Muye’s opinion, if the Hidden Void was the pinnacle of sword control, then the Heavenly Dragon was the pinnacle of qi control.

Sword Master Yuan Tian’s sword cultivation was powerful. The sword pill contained the Unforged Sword Intent, while Hong Chaoyang’s spiritual energy cultivation was dense. When his sword appeared, the fire dragon seemed to want to devour the world.

“Bam—”

The fire dragon that devoured the sword pill exploded. The sword pill had transformed into a double-pointed sword without a hilt. It thrusted toward Hong Chaoyang.

It was fast.

The advantage of the sword pill was its unparalleled speed.

Too fast to react.

“Clang—”

Hong Chaoyang blocked the sword pill with his sword and half of the blade flew out.

Hong Chaoyang was also sent flying, blood spurting from his mouth.

“Haha, one more strike!”

Hong Chaoyang looked up at the sky and laughed. The spiritual light on his body turned into a pillar of light.

Above his head, the shadow of a thousand-foot-long golden armor appeared.

“If I, Hong Chaoyang, can withstand three strikes from Sword Master Yuan Tian and not die, I can also smile proudly in front of you in the future!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden armor phantom above his head exploded, turning into an endless torrent that collided with the hiltless flying sword in front of him.

“Self-destruct your primordial spirit? Alright, Hong Chaoyang, if you don’t die, I won’t come to the Blazing Sun Palace in the next 3,000 years.”

Sword Master Yuan Tian’s voice rumbled. The sword light formed by the sword pill condensed into a 10,000-foot-long line that intertwined and circulated.

He had controlled his sword intent to the limit. In an instant, the Void World was filled with nodes!

In the cabin, Han Muye, who was holding the broken sword, closed his eyes and trembled.

Even though it had been countless years, seeing such a sword technique still made his blood boil.

This was a true sword expert!

“Boom—”

The torrent formed by Hong Chaoyang’s primordial soul collided with the net of sword light and was shattered inch by inch.

Ten breaths later, the sword light disappeared and the torrent dissipated.

Hong’s face was ashen.

“I won’t set foot in the Blazing Sun Palace for 3,000 years.”

Sword Master Yuan Tian’s voice faded.

“Palace Lord!”

“Palace Lord!” Angry voices sounded.

Figures rushed to Hong Chaoyang’s side and supported his swaying body.

“Hehe, what’s there to be sad about? I have no regrets dying after receiving three strikes from Sword Master Yuan Tian. In protecting the Blazing Sun Palace for 3,000 years, I die a worthy death.”

In Han Muye’s mind, Hong Chaoyang’s vitality slowly dissipated.

After that, the broken sword was kept in the collection of the Blazing Sun Palace.

And after that, the palace was destroyed with a loud bang, and the broken sword was buried.

The scene that followed was of the broken sword being found by Guan Chaosheng countless years later.

After a battle, Guan Chaosheng killed a few of his companions and returned with his sword.

He was the final victor.

After that, he went to explore the ruins several times, but he found nothing.

The sword was quiet and rusty in his hand.

The sword of the ancient Heaven Realm Soul Formation cultivator, the lord of the Blazing Sun Palace, Hong Chaoyang!

Han Muye looked down at the broken sword.

At this moment, the broken sword had completely changed.

The sword was less than two feet long and carried a clear and transparent halo.

The spiritual light on the sword wrapped around all the cuts.

With the infusion of sword intent and the spiritual energy cultivated by the Golden Sun Technique, this sword returned to its former glory after being silent for countless years.

Even if it was a broken sword now.

Before this sword broke, it must have been a magic treasure-level sword.

Furthermore, it was a high-quality Dharma treasure!

Feeling the dormant sword intent in the broken sword, like the power of a sleeping tiger, Han Muye felt a little emotional.

If Guan Chaosheng had activated the power of this sword previously, he could really dominate the Western Frontier.

With his Soul Awakening cultivation, he was invincible in the Earth Realm.

However, Guan Chaosheng was not a sword cultivator and did not cultivate the cultivation technique of the Blazing Sun Palace. He really could not restore the true features of this sword.

“Hum—”

Just as Han Muye was lamenting, his expression suddenly changed.

The sword pill in his dantian trembled. Then the broken sword in his hand trembled slightly, as if it was frightened.

Well—

He widened his eyes and felt the domineering aura of the Sword Pill in his dantian as if it was declaring its sovereignty. Han Muye smiled bitterly.

Just now, he was still lamenting that Guan Chaosheng did not have any opportunities.

But now, it seemed that this sword was clearly not fated with him.

Between Sword Master Yuan Tian’s sword pill and the sword of the Lord of the Blazing Sun Palace, he could only choose one.

A sentient sword had its own choice.

For Han Muye, was there a need to choose?

He had already used the spiritual mineral lineage of the Cao Family to nourish the sword pill. It was about to become a Dharma treasure, and it was a sword cultivation treasure that dominated the world in ancient times.

Although this broken sword was also a treasure, it was still much inferior to the Sword Pill.

With a soft sigh, Han Muye put the broken sword away.

He would nurture this treasure first. In the future, whether he handed it to the sect to exchange for merit points or sell it, he would be able to earn a sum.

Feeling a little depressed, Han Muye put away his sword. He checked the small cloth bag that Bai Suzhen had handed over and smiled again.

This cloth bag was a small storage treasure. There was about a square space inside.

At this moment, the space was filled with all kinds of spiritual materials.

There were all kinds of spiritual crystal ores, all kinds of high-grade spiritual herbs, and many high-grade spirit stones.

According to Bai Suzhen’s estimation, the treasures in this bag were worth 1.3 million spiritual rocks.

Indeed, it was better to refine high-grade medicinal pills.

How many Cloud Qi Pills did he have to refine to earn so much?

Besides, what Han Muye really earned was not these goods.

Putting away the cloth bag, he carefully took out a jade bottle.

In this jade bottle were two immortal-grade Purple Jade Pills!

This was the greatest gain!

Han Muye felt that he had to think of a way to motivate Bai Suzhen in the future.

Even a little sweetness would do.

Only by helping him attract more business could he obtain more high-grade pills.

If he had to collect spiritual herbs and refine pills himself, he probably wouldn’t be able to refine a single batch in 10 years.

When the flying boat returned to the Nine Mystic Mountain, the sun was setting.

Han Muye strolled over to the Sword Pavilion and saw Huang Six, Gao Xiaoxuan, and Lu Gao sitting around the wooden table in front of the Sword Pavilion.

“Back so soon?”

Seeing that Han Muye had returned, Huang Six shook his head. “I thought you wouldn’t come back tonight.”

Han Muye sat at the table and snatched Gao Xiaoxuan’s bowl and chopsticks, making the little white fox in Gao Xiaoxuan’s arms bare its teeth.

After eating and drinking his fill, Han Muye reached out and took out a small cloth bag.

“We’ve earned a lot today. Those who see it will get a share.”

He reached out and took out seven to eight high-grade spiritual rocks.

The little white fox, who was originally glaring at Han Muye, immediately changed its gaze.

Gao Xiaoxuan let Huang Six take a look. Huang Six chuckled and reached out to grab three high-grade spiritual rocks.

The others did not stand on ceremony. They grabbed the spiritual rocks and dispersed.

Han Muye went straight to the third floor and sat down to cultivate.

After refining pills today and nourishing the sword, not to mention consuming his sword intent, the spiritual energy in his dantian was already mostly empty.

He took out a high-grade spiritual rock and held it in his palm. Then he swallowed two top-grade Cloud Qi Pills. He closed his eyes and began to circulate the Golden Sun Technique.

In his dantian, sword qi lingered, and the sword bone in his body flickered with jade-colored spiritual light. In his divine treasure, the sword light condensed from soul sword qi kept spinning.

When the spiritual energy of a high-grade spiritual rock was exhausted, Han Muye pondered for a moment, took out the jade bottle containing the Purple Jade Pills, and poured out one of them.

To an Earth Realm Spirit Awakening Realm expert, the Purple Jade Pill was a high-grade spirit medicine that could communicate with the power of heaven and earth and guide the fusion of the soul and the power of the Great Dao.

However, in Han Muye’s opinion, the effect of this pill was to increase the power of the soul.

The pill was wrapped in spiritual energy in his palm and slowly dissipated.

When it reappeared, it had already landed in his divine treasure.

A purple spiritual fog constantly emitted a halo, enveloping the soul sword and slowly nurturing it.

This was the correct use of an immortal-grade pill.

After refining it, he would store it in his dantian’s sea of qi or divine treasure to nurture and stimulate its power.

Such a treasure would consume all its power immediately in order to break through.

His divine sense swept through the entire Sword Pavilion through the black sword in his hair. Han Muye realized that Huang Six and Gao Xiaoxuan were both on the first floor of the Sword Pavilion.

Huang Six was surrounded by a few shattered spiritual rocks. The spiritual energy in them had been absorbed.

To be able to absorb the spiritual energy in high-grade spiritual rocks, Huang Six’s cultivation should not be weak.

To think that this fellow pretended to be an ordinary person and strolled around the mountain every day, causing those disciples of the Sword Sect to sigh with admiration.

He’s also a sly one.

“Clang—”

“Clang—”

The bell on the Nine Mystic Mountain rang.

Han Muye stood in front of the Sword Pavilion and received the long sword from Fengshou Mountain.

This batch of swords was mostly from He Xuanqi and Wang Hui.

It was obvious that the Nine Mystic Sword Sect was deliberately building the reputation of these two disciples.

The Impossible Sword Technique became a popular technique in the sect.

Even the story of Han Muye guiding He Xuanqi in front of the Sword Pavilion and letting him combine his swords with Wang Hui spread in the Sword Sect.

He held the hilt of his sword and infused it with sword qi. Through the image in his mind, Han Muye saw the battle in front of Fengshou Mountain.

The owner of this sword was the sword of the former disciple of the Great Spiritual Sword Sect.

Under the leadership of their sect master, the remaining forces of the Great Spiritual Sword Sect joined the Southern Wasteland and fought with the various sects of the Western Frontier on Fengshou Mountain.

The Southern Wasteland also had human forces.

It was just that these human forces respected the demons and submitted to the demon clans.

Actually, there were demon forces in the Western Frontier who also submitted to the human sects.

For cultivation, for survival, there was no right or wrong.

However, from the images of the sword, it could be seen that the Great Spiritual Sword Sect was not having a good time after joining the Southern Wasteland.

In Han Muye’s opinion, he could only blame himself.

From this sword, Han Muye also saw that many experts from the Southern Wasteland had arrived.

On Fengshou Mountain, the battle was probably going to be even more intense.

He sent the sword to the pavilion and registered it. When Han Muye came out, a tall bald man was standing at the door.

Zhao Pu.

“Brother Han, let’s go to the secret place while we have nothing to do. When I get back, I’m going to Fengshou Mountain. The battle with the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect is about to end. The experts of our Nine Mystic Sword Sect are already slowly retreating.”

Zhao Pu looked at Han Muye and whispered.

Han Muye nodded and said, “I’ll tell Sixth Brother.”

After saying that, he turned to look at Lin Shen. “Instructor Lin, are you ready?”