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nEarly the next morning, Han Muye found a short sword on his couch.

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nThe sword was no more than two feet and eight inches long. It was flashing with green light.

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nReaching for the hilt, Han Muye froze.

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nPurple flame.

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nThis was the patriarch’s rusty sword, Purple Flame.

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nHowever, the Purple Flame Sword had completely changed. If it was an outsider, they would definitely not be able to recognize it.

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nThe sword was ordinary, but when he held the hilt, Han Muye could feel the blazing fire in the sword, which glowed with the sword Qi in his body.

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nWarm air spread from his arm to his entire body.

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n“Who are you? Do you want to follow me?”

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nMuttering under his breath, Han Muye walked into the small courtyard with his sword and began practicing with it.

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nDozens of sword techniques was unleashed using the blade.

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nThe sword light was sometimes heavy and sometimes slow. Sometimes it was blazing, sometimes it was cold.

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nWith so many sword techniques that had different concepts and strengths, if an outsider practiced the sword like this, their meridians would probably have been destroyed.

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nHowever, in Han Muye’s hands, these sword techniques changed at will and were unrestrained.

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nThe various sword Qi in his illusory space followed his sword technique and constantly changed to move along his meridians.

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nThis feeling was extremely comfortable.

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nHuang Six, who had come to the courtyard, looked at him for a moment, then shook his head.

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nHe could not understand why Han Muye was waving the sword around.

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nOf course, he would not stop Han Muye.

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nFrom Huang Six’s perspective, Han Muye only had less than three months to live. He could do whatever he wanted.

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nNo one came to the Sword Pavilion in the morning. Han Muye pestered Huang Six to tell him about the various matters in the cultivation world.

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nHuang Six had been in the Sword Pavilion for more than seven years and had heard many cultivation stories.

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nFor example, he told him about the number of sword cultivation sects in the Western Frontier, the ones that the Nine Mystic Sword Sect was not on good terms with and the ones that they were allies.

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nAlso, in the Western Frontier, he told him who had the highest cultivation level and which sect liked to make things difficult behind their backs.

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nWhether it was true or false, Han Muye listened with relish.

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nHe felt that this cultivation world was also filled with human desires and worldly affairs.

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nAfter talking about the cultivation world, Han Muye pestered Huang Six to talk about the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

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nHuang Six yawned, but he could not resist Han Muye’s pestering. He could only tell him about the elders, direct disciples, and the elites of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

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n“As long as we don’t offend these people, we don’t have to care about anyone in the sect.”

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n“We have a rotten life anyway. We have nothing to fear.”

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nHuang Six yawned and stood up. He shook his head and said, “I’m going to sleep. Wiping the swords yesterday had harmed my essence energy.”

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nAt this, he turned to Han Muye with a curious expression. “Why do you look so good?”

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nIndeed, Han Muye’s face was flushed, and he didn’t look tired at all.

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nYet he was the one who had been injured by the sword Qi the day before and was almost dead.

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nHan Muye himself was puzzled by it too.

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n“Perhaps it’s the effect of the fine-quality Body Strengthing Pill.” Before Han Muye could figure it out, Huang Six had already guessed the reason.

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n“When I get my stipend next month, I’ll get a fine-quality Body Strengthening Pill and try it too.”

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nHuang Six turned back to his quiet room as he spoke.

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nHan Muye shook his head, stood up, and went to the wooden shelves where the swords were.

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nHe reached for the hilt of a long sword and gently drew it out.

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nThe sword hummed as if in joy.

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nPicking up the linen cloth that had been used to wipe the sword, Han Muye wiped the blade clean, then sheathed the sword.

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nAs he wiped the sword, he could clearly feel the sword Qi in his body pouring into the blade of the sword. The sword Qi contained in the sword also seeped into his body.

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nThe sword that was infused with sword Qi became even clearer. There was also an additional wisp of sword Qi in his body.

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nIt was a win-win situation.

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nWalking to the wooden shelves, Han Muye began to wipe the swords Huang Six had wiped the day before.

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nIn any case, he had nothing to do. He could wipe the swords and obtain some sword Qi. If he encountered a long sword that he had used, he could even comprehend the sword techniques.

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nUnknowingly, more than an hour had passed. He had already wiped more than 100 swords and comprehended three sword techniques in between.

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nMany of the sword techniques used by the low-level disciples overlapped.

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nHowever, during the comprehension process, Han Muye’s comprehension was different according to the sword techniques used by different people.

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nUsing the Mystic Element Sword Technique One Leaf as an example, some people used it as if it was a falling leaf, and it was light. Some people used it as if it was a new sprout that was full of vitality.

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nWiping the sword, Han Muye’s understanding of swordsmanship deepened.

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n“Huang Six!”

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nHe was cleaning the swords when a voice came from the Sword Pavilion door.

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nHan Muye turned around and saw a young man in an inner sect white robe standing there, looking around.

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nThere was new business?

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n“Ahem.” With a cough, Han Muye strode forward and shouted with his hands behind his back, “Don’t make any noise in the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.”

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nThe young man froze and looked Han Muye up and down.

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n“It’s not Huang Six? When did the Sword Pavilion have a newcomer?” Muttering, he reached out and handed a burlap bag to Han Muye.

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n“Are you new?”

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n“I came to exchange swords.”

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n‘Exchange swords?’

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nThere was a saying in the Sword Pavilion that sword exhcaning could only be done with great merit to the sect or proof written by an elder.

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nHan Muye frowned, took the burlap bag, and untied it. His face changed.

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nInside the burlap bag was a broken sword.

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nThere were holes in the broken sword.

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nReaching for the hilt, an image came from the broken sword.

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nA young man in a white robe held a long sword and had a cold expression.

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nHe thrust his sword at the limestone wall in front of him. Each strike hit a spot.

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nTwo Mystic Sword Technique, Gold Point.

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nAfter comprehending this sword technique, Han Muye frowned even more.

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nThe essence of the Gold Point Sword Technique was to stop when necessary. There was no need for the blade to really hit against the limestone.

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nHowever, not only was the tip of the sword broken, there were also many holes on the blade.

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n“How was the sword broken?”

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nHan Muye spoke in a low voice.

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nThe young man who’d come to exchange swords raised an eyebrow. “Hey, kid, don’t you think you’re meddling too much?” He hissed. “I told you to exchange the swords. Just do it.”

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nHan Muye sat in front of the long table and spread his hands. “If you don’t tell me why the sword broke, how can I change it for you?”

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nHearing his words, the young man sneered. “This sword was broken by Senior Brother Luo Tian. If you don’t want to exchange it, I’ll go back and report to him.”

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n‘Luo Tian?’

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nHan Muye thought for a moment, then shook his head.

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nHe was not an Elder or a Direct Disciple.

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nThen it’s all right.

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nSeeing Han Muye shake his head, the young man’s face darkened. He looked at Han Muye and smiled angrily. “Okay, okay, new kid, don’t fall into my hands next time.”

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nThen he reached for the short sword on the table.

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nHan Muye raised his hand to block it and said calmly, “The sword is damaged. Once it enters the Sword Pavilion, I will have to register and destroy it.”

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n“You—” The young man pointed at Han Muye in midair and gritted his teeth. “Kid, this sword belongs to Senior Brother Luo Tian—”

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n“Even the sect master’s sword has to be registered upon entering the Sword Pavilion.” Han Muye opened the book and started recording.

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n“Inner disciple Luo Tian has destroyed a sword for no reason. It is now kept in the Sword Pavilion.”

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nWhen he finished, he looked up and said, “What’s your name?”

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nThe young man paused, uncertain. “What for?”

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nWith a smile on his face, Han Muye said softly, “Anyone who destroys a sword for no reason is not allowed to enter the Sword Pavilion for three years. After three years, the merit points required to exchange for a sword will double.”

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n“What’s your name? I’ll record it down too.”

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nThe young man’s expression changed. He flicked his sleeve and turned to leave.

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nHan Muye chuckled and added two words to the book.

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nPurple flame.

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