Yang Mingxuan was also speechless and looked at Han Muye in surprise.

With just one look, Liu Hong revealed all his secrets.

When did Senior Brother Han have such a terrifying method?

Han Muye shook his head. This was just a simple application of the Great Spirit.

The Great Spirit suppressed the evils of the world.

Only by being magnanimous could one block the suppression of this Great Spirit.

He turned to look at the registration of swords entering the pavilion, as well as some records of receiving swords.

A few days ago, the Cao family sent over another batch of swords with good quality.

Yang Mingxuan walked forward and said, “Senior Brother Han, the Cao family has a message from the family head, Cao Anchun. He wants to invite you to the Cao family to appraise swords.”

Recently, the Cao family’s sword refinement methods had improved greatly.

Cao’e had surpassed her teacher, and Cao Anchun was very satisfied.

According to Yang Mingxuan, the Cao family had sent invitations to all the sects to the Cao family to evaluate the new sword refined by them.

The date was three months later.

“Alright, if I’m not free then, I’ll let Liu Hong go.”

Han Muye said with a smile.

Liu Hong was the Cao family’s prospective son-in-law. It was quite suitable for him to go.

“Ahem, um, my grandfather told me. I’ll go when the time comes.” Liu Hong looked at Han Muye with lingering fear.

He could not understand why he had lost his mind and unknowingly revealed the secrets in his heart.

He naturally did not know that this was the terrifying thing about Confucian cultivation.

The Great Spirit cultivated by the Confucian Dao could affect the mind of others.

The Central Continent was vast and boundless, but it was governed by the Confucian Dao. It was orderly because of the power of the Confucian Dao.

After checking the book, Han Muye took a sackcloth, walked to a wooden shelf, and began to wipe swords.

This time, he specially chose those long swords with resentment and poured his sword Qi and Great Spirit into them.

He could feel the Great Spirit enter the sword body and instantly eliminate the resentment inside.

This method was much faster than slowly wearing down the resentment with the sword itself.

As he walked around the first floor of the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye kept wiping his sword and then eliminating the resentment in it.

In the process of eliminating the resentment, not only would the Great Spirit not be consumed much, but it would also become more condensed.

This was probably the characteristic of the Great Spirit, which was not afraid of demons and ghosts.

Recently, Han Muye had consumed a lot of sword intent. He happened to wipe his sword and collect some sword Qi to replenish it.

This kind of basic work was the daily life of the Sword Pavilion.

In two days, he would have wiped nearly 3,000 swords on the first and second floors of the Sword Pavilion.

It was mainly to eliminate the resentment in the swords. Otherwise, he would wipe the swords much faster.

“The Sword Pavilion is an important place. Those who come, stop—”

Lin Shen’s voice came from the entrance of the Sword Pavilion.

“Senior Brother, please report. I’m Xia Helin, an inner sect disciple. I’m here to receive my sword.”

A young voice sounded at the door.

Xia Helin. Han Muye knew that he was an inner sect elite and ranked 50th in the inner sect.

His cultivation should be at the peak of Foundation Establishment.

Han Muye walked to the door and saw a young man in a white robe bowing in front of the stone steps.

“Senior Brother Han.” The young man cupped his hands at Han Muye and said loudly, “Xia Helin is here to receive his sword.”

He looked up at Han Muye and said, “The matter that Uncle-Master Tuoba arranged last time.”

Tuoba Cheng had arranged for the disciples who participated in the reorganization of the nine sects to receive the help of the Sword Pavilion and the medical hall.

A good sword would greatly increase the combat strength of these disciples.

At that time, Han Muye had also expressed his stance to help.

“Alright, you can receive the sword.” Han Muye nodded.

Hearing Han Muye’s words, Xia Helin’s face lit up. He bowed and took out ten spiritual rocks with both hands.

Mid-grade spiritual rocks. One piece was worth 100 low-grade spiritual rocks, 10 pieces were worth 1,000 spiritual rocks.

Xia Helin was really generous.

“Senior Brother Han, please guide me.”

Xia Helin was an inner sect elite and had participated in the Battle of Cloud Nest Ridge. Back then, he had the intention to seek guidance from Han Muye, but unfortunately, he did not get the chance.

This time, Tuoba Cheng said that he could come to the Sword Pavilion to receive his sword. He rushed over early.

Looking at the spiritual rocks in Xia Helin’s hands, Han Muye was silent for a moment before saying indifferently, “There’s no need for spiritual rocks.”

He did not lack spiritual rocks.

When Huang Six and Gao Xiaoxuan were in the Sword Pavilion, collecting spiritual rocks was just a formality. It was more for fun.

Xia Helin looked up and saw Han Muye waving his hand. “Practice your swordsmanship. I’ll help you find a sword that matches your swordsmanship.”

“Thank you, Senior Brother.” Xia Helin cupped his hands and raised his hand. A sword light flashed in his palm.

Golden Lineage Sword Technique, Two Mystic, Flowing Light.

His swordsmanship was not bad, and his cultivation was relatively pure.

After Xia Helin finished practicing, Han Muye said, “Yang Mingxuan, go to the bingwu area and get that Bright Essence Sword.”

Hearing Han Muye’s words, Yang Mingxuan turned around and entered the Sword Pavilion. A moment later, he came out with the sword in both hands.

This sword looked rather heavy, and there was a faint blood aura flowing on it.

“Senior Brother, the murderous aura of this sword has not been completely eliminated.” Yang Mingxuan walked up to Han Muye and whispered.

Hearing that his murderous aura had not dissipated, Xia Helin was stunned.

Such a sword was very difficult to refine. It would even damage the meridians because of the murderous aura.

What did Senior Brother Han mean? Xia Helin wondered.

Did he deliberately choose such a sword because I took out too few spiritual rocks earlier?

Han Muye reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword.

“Sword Bright Essence, a superior-grade half-spiritual weapon.

“The previous owner of this sword was the Earth Realm expert of the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect, Su Muzi.

“The sword is three feet one centimeter long and weighs 18 kilograms. The blade is one inch wide and three centimeters thick.

“This sword is made of steel and infused with rich metal and stone. The body of the sword is tough and suitable for the Golden Lineage Sword Technique.”

Looking at Xia Helin, Han Muye raised his hand and let go of the sword hilt. “Junior Brother Xia, your sword technique has obtained the essence of Flowing Light, but it’s missing 30% of its killing intent.”

“The murderous aura in this sword can help you increase your battle intent.”

“I see!”

Xia Helin hurriedly bowed and said, “Thank you for your guidance.”

Han Muye raised his hand, and a golden spiritual light poured into his fingertips. Then he left the word ‘suppress’ on the hilt of the sword.

“I’ll seal this baneful aura. When you go back, you just need to communicate with the power of the seal with your soul power and it can be unsealed at any time.”

With that, he handed the sword to Xia Helin.

Xia Helin bowed, holding the sword with both hands, his face excited.

With the sword in his hand, he felt as if his flesh and blood were linked.

This was the sword he wanted!

“Senior Brother’s ability to understand the sword is amazing. As expected of an immortal of the sword path!”

Xia Helin held his sword and turned to leave.

Watching him leave, Han Muye turned to look at Yang Mingxuan and Liu Hong. “In the future, you guys will receive those who come to receive the swords.”

With that, he turned and entered the sword pavilion.

When he was sealing the murderous aura in the governor’s sword, he suddenly felt something.

Choosing a sword was an opportunity, but choosing its owner was also an opportunity.

He had interfered with too many opportunities. It seemed that everyone was happy, but there were fewer possibilities.

Sometimes, the best fit was not the best.

Ten days later, Han Muye had no choice but to come out of seclusion.

Lu Gao brought a letter to him.

“Senior Brother, it’s a personal letter from Patriarch Tao Ran of Mushen City.”