“Senior Sister Lu, I’ll return to the Sword Pavilion first.”

Han Muye jumped out of the carriage and flew away. The shadows of iron bulls appeared behind him.

“Is this the Sword Pavilion’s Sword Caretaker?”

Lu Qingping watched Han Muye leave, her expression changing.

She gripped the newly purchased sword in her hand and drove the carriage slowly forward.

At this moment, the sky was filled with streams of light. Sword light lingered on the Nine Mystic Mountain, as magnificent as a paradise.

…

When Han Muye arrived at the Sword Pavilion, the Sword Pavilion Elder was already standing on the stone steps.

Behind him, Huang Six looked apologetic.

Further back, there were two more figures.

‘Lu Gao, and Instructor Lin?’

Han Muye strode to the Sword Pavilion Elder and bowed.

The Sword Pavilion elder did not speak and only waved his hand.

Han Muye stood up and walked to Huang Six’s side. He turned to look at Instructor Lin.

Lin Shen grinned at him.

On the mountain path, a group of red-robed disciples of the Sword Sect had already arrived with swords.

“Sword Battle Hall Deacon Xia Yang is here to send the sword into the pavilion.”

In front of the stone steps of the Sword Pavilion, an old man in his fifties held a sword in both hands and shouted.

Behind him, everyone held their swords with both hands, and fierce battle intent burst forth from their bodies.

Huang Six stepped forward and took the sword from Xia Yang’s hand, handing it to the Sword Pavilion Elder.

The Sword Pavilion Elder unsheathed the sword and observed it for a moment before saying, “The Sword Pavilion has recorded a spiritual sword. Send it to the second floor.”

Huang Six held the sword and left. Han Muye looked up at him and was about to take it.

Huang Six shook his head and whispered, “I’ll do it.” He entered the Sword Pavilion and went to the second floor.

Soon, Huang Six came downstairs, his face pale.

“The Sword Battle Hall obtained six swords in one battle and are sending them to the pavilion.”

After the spiritual sword was sent into the Sword Pavilion, Xia Yang spoke again.

Behind him, a few red-robed disciples walked forward with swords.

This time, the Sword Pavilion Elder waved his hand and said calmly, “Put away the swords.”

After saying that, he looked at Xia Yang. “Junior Brother Xia, how’s the cultivation of that guest elder, Patriarch Wanjian? Was he injured in this battle?”

As Han Muye and Huang Six kept the swords, they listened to Xia Yang talk to the Sword Pavilion Elder.

The 15 Earth Realm experts of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect attacked the Three Qin Sword Sect and directly destroyed their fighting spirit.

Currently, only the sect’s encampment was left in the entire Three Qin Sword Sect. It would not take long for them to be destroyed.

This was the true way to show off the methods of the large sects.

Only by destroying mountains and the morale could they stabilize the battle.

When Han Muye put away the third sword, the red-robed disciple holding the sword grinned and handed it to Han Muye.

Sun Dayong.

Last time, he was an outer sect disciple who had spent 10 spiritual rocks to invite Han Muye to choose a sword and received guidance.

After that, Han Muye even drank with them and asked them to look for Mo Yuan to participate in the mission.

This time, the elder of the Three Qin Sword Sect was killed by Mo Yuan.

As for Mo Yuan’s title as a guest elder, Han Muye was not surprised.

It was not difficult for an expert with the strength to kill an Earth Realm expert to become a guest elder of the Sword Sect.

After all the swords were sent into the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye, who had walked to the door, gave Sun Dayong a look and the two of them walked to the side.

“Senior Brother Han, that Myriad Sword Ancestor is really, really…” Sun Dayong sighed and then stuck out his thumb. “He’s really a peerless sword cultivator…”

Sun Dayong stretched out his hand and waved it in the air a few times. His face was flushed and his eyes were bright.

“The Three Qin Sword Sect elder who dragged out a sword and made all of us unable to raise our heads was killed by the Myriad Sword Ancestor with a single strike.”

“How impressive.”

After waiting for a while, seeing that Han Muye was still looking at him, Sun Dayong coughed awkwardly. “Well, anyway, he’s really powerful. I just know he’s really powerful.”

‘Fine.’

Han Muye smiled and patted Sun Dayong on the shoulder. He said in a low voice, “This kind of mission gets more and more dangerous at the end. You’re still an outer sect disciple. If you really have to join the fight, stand behind.”

“How can I not—” Before Sun Dayong could finish, he saw Han Muye glaring at him and quickly scratched his head. “Senior Brother Han is right. I’ll stand at the back.”

On the other side, Xia Yang had already cupped his hands at the Sword Pavilion Elder and was prepared to leave.

Sun Dayong took a step forward and whispered, “Senior Brother Han, is there anything you want?”

‘What I want?’

‘What did that mean?’

Seeing that Han Muye was puzzled, Sun Dayong lowered his voice and said, “Senior Brother Jiang Han and Senior Brother Zhao from the inner sect asked me to deliver the sword so that I can ask. If you need anything, we’ll help you keep an eye out.”

He looked around and whispered, “After breaking the gates of the Three Qin Sword Sect, there are quite a few good items.”

Han Muye nodded.

Indeed, be it immortal or mortal, battle rewards were the greatest windfall.

He pondered for a moment and said in a low voice, “If there are any medicinal pills or spiritual herbs that can increase lifespan, help me keep an eye out.”

At this point, he chuckled. “Don’t worry, I don’t lack spiritual rocks. I won’t let you work for nothing.”

“How can I…” Sun Dayong wanted to say more, but the other side had already urged him.

Han Muye patted Sun Dayong’s arm and said solemnly, “Be careful.”

Sun Dayong nodded seriously and turned to leave.

Watching Sun Dayong and the others leave, Han Muye turned his head and smiled at Lin Shen.

“Instructor Lin, why are you in the Sword Pavilion?”

Lin Shen laughed. “Brother Han, I’m no longer Instructor Lin.”

He pointed at the Sword Pavilion behind him. “I quit my job as an outer sect instructor. From now on, I’ll be the Sword Pavilion’s sword protector.”

‘Sword protector?’

Han Muye frowned at Huang Six.

“Ahem, when our Sword Pavilion was flourishing, there were sword protectors. There were no more only afterwards,” Huang Six said awkwardly.

Han Muye nodded.

‘There really is a role like that.’

“Does the Sword Pavilion need to pay the sword protectors with spiritual rocks?” Han Muye asked curiously.

The Sword Pavilion had already raised an idle person, Lu Gao. If they were to raise another one, they would not have much income. It seemed like they would have nothing to feed on.

Although they did not lack spiritual rocks, they could not be extravagant, right?

“That’s no need for that.” Lin Shen shook his head and said proudly, “I’m getting a salary from the inner sect.”

Then, he looked at Lu Gao. “Brother Lu, let’s go to the dining hall to bring food back.”

Lu Gao nodded quickly.

No matter who came, he was the one with the lowest status.

Watching the two of them leave, Han Muye chuckled and shook his head.

Instructor Lin’s choice was really impressive. He came to the Sword Pavilion to work and could ask him if he had any questions.

This was probably Lin Chongxiao’s idea.

Otherwise, with Instructor Lin’s brain, he would not have thought of this.

“Brother Han, how is it?”

Huang Six quietly leaned over, a hint of nervousness on his face.

“How can I not complete the mission Brother gave me?”

Han Muye laughed and walked into the Sword Pavilion, heading for his room.

Behind him, Huang Six felt relieved, a comfortable smile on his face.

“Brother Han, I trust you to settle matters.”

“By the way, how many spiritual rocks did you spend? If it’s not enough, record it down and I will definitely pay you back.”

Behind Han Muye, Huang Six spoke again.

“Not much, not much. Just treat it as a gift from me.”

Han Muye’s voice came from the room, making Huang Six as happy as a daisy.

“What gift? Things aren’t even confirmed yet…”

In the room, Han Muye sat cross-legged on the wooden couch. In his hand, half of a broken sword appeared.

The blade of Tang Yunhao’s sword.

Previously, in the market, Han Muye had seen some secrets that surprised him.