“It’s not easy for these people to cultivate. Let’s not kill them if we can.”

Lin Shen whispered.

Han Muye laughed and turned around to go into the cabin.

With his current combat strength, he was no longer afraid of Earth Realm Meridian Opening and Soul Awakening cultivators.

These realms were no threat to him.

It was precisely because of this that Lin Shen let them go.

For sword cultivators, killing was inevitable, but it was not a real hobby.

The speed of the flying ship was slow. It took more than 10 days to return to the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

After returning to the Sword Sect, Han Muye and Lin Shen went straight back to the Sword Pavilion.

Lin Shen went into seclusion to cultivate, while Han Muye first checked the situation of the swords in the sword pavilion and flipped through various books and records.

“These days, a few swords have been sent back from Fengshou Mountain. Their grades are all ordinary,” Liu Hong said in a low voice.

Ever since Yang Dingshan died, Yang Mingxuan had become a little crazy about cultivation.

He was usually not seen in the Sword Pavilion.

Jiang Ming often went to the medical hall and spent more time there than in the Sword Pavilion.

Han Muye ignored him.

As long as Jiang Ming could complete the pill trade with Suzhen Store and the sect every month, it was fine.

After all, he had squeezed Jiang Ming dry and treated him as a free long-term worker. Han Muye was embarrassed about controlling Jiang Ming too much.

The originally prosperous sword pavilion was now only guarded by Liu Hong and Lu Gao.

Lu Gao was at the door, cultivating the military sword technique with all his might. He even helped Han Muye gather all kinds of information.

Liu Hong was a proper sword caretaker, except sometimes, he would wander down the mountain.

“News from the frontline. Li Mubai from Shangyang Demon Sect had gone to Fengshou Mountain. The conflict there would not last long,” Liu Hong said.

Han Muye had long known that Li Mubai wanted to negotiate peace with the Southern Wasteland’s demons.

For most cultivators in the Western Frontier, peace negotiations were a good thing.

It was unknown what price the Western Frontier had to pay for this peace negotiation.

Although the Southern Wasteland suffered a huge loss in the battle at Cloud Nest Ridge, it had to be admitted that the Southern Wasteland was stronger than the Western Frontier.

“Senior Brother Han, there’s some movement from the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect,” said Lu Gao, who was standing at the side with a black veil covering his face.

Lu Gao told Han Muye the latest news.

The Wind Spiritual Sword Sect’s Sect Master Zhang Cheng had come out of seclusion. His cultivation had stabilized and his injuries healed.

The Wind Spiritual Sword Sect’s aura had increased greatly. Zhang Cheng personally visited a few large sects.

“The news is that the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect is pushing for a rearrangement of the nine sects of the Western Frontier.”

Out of the nine sects of the Western Frontier, the Taixuan Sword Sect had been destroyed, so one of the Four Swords Sect was gone.

The Yuntai Dao Sect had suffered a huge loss in strength and would probably fall out of the nine sects.

From the looks of it, it wasn’t a bad thing to rearrange.

Once the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect made this suggestion, many powerful sects would probably be sharpening their knives.

Unfortunately, Yang Dingshan had died. Otherwise, the Bright Mountain Sword Sect would have a chance.

“Yang Mingxuan is cultivating like crazy now,” said Lu Gao.

After integrating all the information and deducing the recent situation in the Western Frontier, Han Muye went to the third floor of the Sword Pavilion.

Sitting cross-legged, he activated the array formation of the Sword Pavilion.

Only at this moment could he take out the Mountain Dao Sword in peace.

Mountain Dao Sword. A treasure refined by the entire sect of the Immortal Spirit World, Shi Heng Dao Sect.

This sword carried their entire sect across countless miles of void to the Heavenly Mystic World.

Unfortunately, they encountered Wen Mosheng and Sword Master Yuan Tian.

Placing his hands on the broken sword, Han Muye injected sword Qi into it, causing images to flash.

He took a closer look at the Immortal Spirit World.

As the Daoist said, after seeing the Immortal Spirit World, one would really have the urge to step into it immediately.

Only in a world where cultivation was prevalent could one live forever.

Unfortunately, there was only this small piece of the Mountain Dao Sword left and it could not be refined.

He did not know where the rest would be.

On the third floor of the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye went into seclusion for a month.

During this month, he sorted out his recent gains and cultivated well.

He had obtained the sword technique inheritance from the Mountain Sword. He had verified his sword technique and fused it into the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords.

The advantage of sword techniques could lock onto the opponent with the power of the soul. He had also studied this point thoroughly.

He was confident that if he drew his sword backward, it would be more accurate and ruthless.

In this month, the situation in the Western Frontier changed rapidly.

On Phoenix Head Mountain, Li Mubai attacked once.

At the second level of the Heaven Realm, he killed the only Heaven Realm expert of the Green Wolf Race.

At this point, all the Heaven Realm experts of the Green Wolf Race had died.

Without a Heaven Realm expert holding down the fort, the Green Wolves Clan no longer had any value. They were sacrificed in the negotiation between the Southern Wasteland and Western Frontier.

The Green Wolves Race was annexed by the Black Wolves Race. Most of the tribe’s wealth was used to repay the Yuntai Dao Sect.

The Southern Wasteland had also taken out 50,000 superior-grade spiritual rocks as compensation for the Western Frontier’s invasion.

50,000 high-grade spiritual rocks. To the various sects in the Western Frontier, this was a huge sum.

This was the contribution of the Southern Wasteland in the contract.

The Western Frontier wanted to allow the Southern Wasteland demons to enter the Western Frontier.

Not all the tribes came, but some of them slowly migrated.

This was to prepare for the defeat of the Southern Wasteland and the destruction of the Central Continent Army.

As Li Mubai had said, the Western Frontier should have fought to the death with the Southern Wasteland, but they did not dare to say that the Central Continent’s Army would only occupy the Southern Wasteland.

Green Wheat Mountain. Previously, the Heavenly Barrier had shattered. Perhaps the Central Continent was preparing to attack the Western Frontier.

This made countless low-level cultivators panic.

Actually, the matters in the cultivation world were still decided by those true top figures.

Just like a game of chess, a chess piece had no right to decide its own fate.

Li Mubai had successfully made peace, and the Shangyang Demon Sect’s reputation had soared.

The demonic cultivators of the Western Border had an imposing aura, as if they were suppressing the Dao Sect.

In addition to the news from the Spiritual Dao Sect, First Elder, Daoist Wan Hua, had announced that he would continue his seclusion for at least a few years.

This made the Western Frontier sects panic.

“Storeowner Bai, Sect Master Li Mubai is now in the limelight. The Shangyang Demon Sect is also famous. Aren’t you going to consider going back?” In the pavilion outside the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye and Bai Suzhen sat opposite each other.

Hearing Han Muye’s words, Bai Suzhen nodded and whispered, “The Shangyang Demon Sect wants me to go back.”

Really go back? he thought.

Han Muye turned to look at Bai Suzhen.

Bai Suzhen’s relationship with Li Mubai was rather complicated.

Although they were biological father and daughter, there was a deep estrangement between them because Li Mubai had accidentally killed Bai Suzhen’s mother back then.

Bai Suzhen had always considered herself the eldest daughter of the Bai family and was unwilling to return to the Shangyang Demon Sect.

“Why? Senior Brother, are you reluctant to part with me?” Seeing Han Muye’s expression, Bai Suzhen leaned forward and chuckled.

“If you can’t bear for me to leave, I can stay.”