Huang Six was stunned to hear him say that.

Han Muye left and strode away.

Behind him, the shadows of blood-colored iron bulls appeared.

These iron bull phantoms condensed and almost became corporeal.

This was the enhancement of his power because of the demonic bone. To Han Muye, it was an unexpected gain.

Han Muye moved with quick strides and when he stopped, he was already standing outside the market near the Medical Hall.

His blood Qi soared, and his expression was cold. Coupled with his white inner sect clothes, no one dared to approach him.

When he reached the outside of Suzhen Building, Han Muye’s suppressed aura had already made the people at the door subconsciously retreat.

Han Muye was standing outside Suzhen Building.

The people who were choosing various medicinal pills, spiritual herbs and materials quietly walked out and dispersed.

“Senior Brother Han?”

Bai Suzhen walked out of the shop and was slightly stunned when she saw Han Muye.

Looking up at Han Muye’s expression, Bai Suzhen trembled.

“Bai Suzhen, I want you to give me an explanation.”

Han Muye spoke calmly.

For some reason, when she heard Han Muye’s words, Bai Suzhen felt a chill run down her spine, as if a cold aura was pressing down on her.

Was it sword Qi or sword intent?

Wasn’t this Senior Brother Han the Sword Pavilion’s Sword Caretaker? How could he have cultivated sword Qi?

Turning to look around, Bai Suzhen lowered her voice and said, “Senior Brother Han, you might have misunderstood something.”

“Let’s talk inside the store.”

Seeing that Han Muye didn’t answer, Bai Suzhen said softly, “Senior Brother Han, it’s better not to let outsiders know about some things.”

Then she turned and walked into the store.

Han Muye walked into the store with a dark expression and followed her to the second floor.

“Senior Brother Han, do you think I provided those suicide soldiers with pills?”

Bai Suzhen turned around and looked at Han Muye.

Han Muye looked at her.

Bai Suzhen shook her head and sighed. “Senior Brother Han, the business of selling supreme-grade pills can make me rich. Why should I take the risk to harm the Nine Mystic Sword Sect?”

“That won’t do me the slightest bit of good.”

Han Muye was still staring at her.

Bai Suzhen had a bitter expression as she spread her hands and said, “Senior Brother Han, there’s nothing I can do if you don’t believe me.”

“If you really don’t believe me, I’ll let you deal the punishments then.”

Then she closed her eyes and raised her head, exposing her snow-white neck.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes and pondered for a moment before saying calmly, “An Earth Realm expert wanted to step foot into the Sword Pavilion today.”

An Earth Realm expert!

Bai Suzhen trembled and widened her eyes.

“How dare they—”

At this point, her eyes revealed sudden realization. She said in a low voice, “No wonder Sect Master Jin went to the Tai Yi Sword Sect.”

“So it’s for the great demon that was suppressed within the Sword Pavilion…”

Tai Yi Sword Sect.

The leader of the Four Great Sword Sects.

Bai Suzhen actually knew about the Sword Pavilion suppressing the great demon and even said that this matter was related to the Sect Master’s departure.

Han Muye frowned and stared at Bai Suzhen. “Are you saying that the Sect Master did all of this on purpose?”

The Sword Pavilion Elder was saving people at Deer Park Mountain thousands of kilometers away.

The three Grand Elders were guarding a thousand miles away.

The sect master was visiting the Tai Yi Sword Sect.

The entire Nine Mystic Mountain was at its most defenseless state.

If the great demon was released at this time, everything would just be a coincidence?

“Impossible. There are countless disciples on the Nine Mystic Mountain. How can the sect master allow a great demon to appear?” Han Muye shook his head.

“Hehe, the great demon wreaking havoc?” Bai Suzhen chuckled with a calm expression. “At this moment, that Supreme Elder of the Tai Yi Sword Sect, the number one swordsman of the Western Frontier, might already be tens of thousands of kilometers away.”

The number one swordsman in the Western Frontier, Tu Sunshi, was the Grand Elder of the Tai Yi Sword Sect.

If this person had attacked, he might really be able to kill a Heaven Realm demon.

After all, that great demon had been suppressed for ten thousand years. It must be extremely weak.

“Sect Master has no reason to do this, right?” Han Muye’s voice was less certain and more hesitant.

“The Sword Pavilion Elder had died, the Nine Mystic Mountain’s gate was broken by a great demon, and countless disciples had died. Is it too much for the Nine Mystic Sword Sect Master to personally refine the Nine Mystic Sword of the demon?” Bai Suzhen said softly and looked at Han Muye.

“With all five lineages gathered, and Sect Master Jin Ze, who was known to control metal, personally in charge of the Nine Mystic Sword, I’m afraid only the three sects in the entire Western Border can suppress such power.”

Three sects and three Heaven Realm experts.

All his schemes were for the sake of refining the Nine Mystic Sword.

Just for this sword that could kill a Heaven Realm expert, he was willing to let bloodshed run down the Nine Mystic Mountain?

Han Muye narrowed his eyes.

Cut off all ties in order to embark on an immortal path.

In the eyes of those great cultivators, other than their own strength and cultivation, what else could they not sacrifice?

Perhaps only this explanation could explain why the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, one of the four major sword sects, was in chaos that day?

Some people had ulterior motives, some went with the flow, and some added fuel to the fire.

All the schemes were for the sake of the Western Frontier.

Among them, be it disciples or elders who were sacrificed, they were not worth mentioning.

“Senior Brother Han, how many of those experts in the cultivation world who have lived for countless years were not cold-blooded?”

Bai Suzhen looked into Han Muye’s eyes. “Just like Senior Brother Han, will you hesitate when you really want to kill me one day?”

Kill Bai Suzhen?

Han Muye lowered his head and didn’t answer.

Who knew about the matters in the cultivation world?

Seeing Han Muye’s expression, Bai Suzhen smiled and took a step forward. “Senior Brother Han, if you and I become enemies in the future, I’ll definitely let you off.”

Han Muye looked up at her.

Bai Suzhen’s eyes were clear.

“I’m going to Deer Park Mountain. Can you help me?” Han Muye suddenly spoke again.

His words stunned Bai Suzhen.

“I have to get to Deer Park Mountain before Elder Gao attacks. Can you do it?” Han Muye asked again.

Bai Suzhen looked up at Han Muye.

Han Muye raised his hand, and a pill appeared in his palm.

It was shiny and round.

Essence Energy Nurturing Pill

It was supreme-grade.

“Do you know that even if you send the Three Qin Sword Sect’s Broken Beam Sword over, this battle can’t be avoided?”

“You can’t stop it.”

Bai Suzhen looked conflicted. She looked at the pill and said in a low voice, “The pill is good, but if I send you to Deer Park Mountain, will you still be able to come back alive to refine pills?”

Who else in this world could save the Sword Pavilion Elder?

At least no one in the Western Frontier could save him, right?

No matter how many secrets Han Muye had and how many tricks he had up his sleeve, were they useful in front of a great cultivator?

Looking at Han Muye’s face, Bai Suzhen felt an inexplicable emotion.

In this world, the only person who was willing to personally go to Deer Park Mountain and save the Sword Pavilion Elder was probably this person in front of her, right?

The entire Western Frontier was waiting for the Sword Pavilion Elder to attack.

“Don’t worry, I’ll come back alive.” There was an undeniable determination in Han Muye’s voice.

Bai Suzhen nodded and took a deep breath. She said in a low voice, “I’ll wait for you outside the Nine Mystic Mountain in an hour.”

Han Muye smiled and placed the pill on the table. He said softly, “Let’s split the profit 50-50.”

Then he turned and strode away.

Bai Suzhen stood there, holding the pill in her palm. She bit her lip and didn’t speak.

…

It took Han Muye less than 15 minutes to return to the Sword Pavilion.

Huang Six, who had been waiting at the entrance of the Sword Pavilion, hurried over.

Han Muye walked forward and patted Huang Six on the shoulder with a smile.

This confused Huang Six for a moment.

He walked into the quiet room, put away the White Tiger Scroll on the wall, and carried the Purple Flame and Destiny swords on his back. Then he straightened his clothes and walked out.

When he arrived in front of the wooden frame of the Sword Pavilion, his body trembled. A sword Qi spread out and entered his body.

The sword intent hidden in the first level of the Sword Pavilion was gathered by him.

After putting away his sword intent, he strode out of the Sword Pavilion.

At the door, Huang Six’s expression changed when he saw the two swords on his back.

“Brother, I’ll leave the Sword Pavilion to you.”

Han Muye strode out of the Sword Pavilion and down the stone steps.

“Where are you going?” Huang Six chased after him.

“I’ll bring the Elder back,” Han Muye said loudly without looking back.