Chapter 14 - No sword in hand, but sword in heart
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nThe old man’s expression was solemn, and his aura condensed.
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nThis made Han Muye panic a little.
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nWas there a need to be so serious about a business worth 10 spiritual rocks?
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nOr could it be that this senior was a big shot in the Nine Mystic Sword Sect who had taken a fancy to him and wanted him to inherit his legacy?
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nPerhaps this was fate.
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nWith a respectful expression, Han Muye cupped his hands and said, “I want to learn.”
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nThe old man nodded, his expression unchanged. He looked at Han Muye. “Okay, then I’ll ask you a few questions. You have to answer them truthfully.”
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nThis process was very similar to the inheritance of a certain big shot!
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nHan Muye suppressed his excitement and nodded seriously.
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n“Alright, let me ask you. Why did you come to the Nine Mystic Sword Sect?” The old man asked, his eyes seemingly surging with light.
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nWhy did he come to the Nine Mystic Sword Sect?
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nHan Muye thought back, and the rows of swords in the Sword Pavilion flashed across his mind.
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n“For the swords.” Shaking his head, Han Muye said solemnly, “To wield the swords and rule for a long time.”
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nAfter being reborn, he had to have some ambition.
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nHearing his words, the old man opposite him smiled and clapped his hands. “Great!”
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n“If you didn’t have the intention to dominate and suppress the world with your sword, you wouldn’t be qualified to learn my technique!”
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nHan Muye was delighted. He had made the right bet!
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nHe was about to bow when the old man raised his hand again. “Let me ask you again. Is your cultivation aptitude above fifth-grade?”
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nAbove fifth-grade cultivation aptitude?
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nDid he need such aptitude to cultivate the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords?
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nThat was true. With such a grand name, it had to require at least a fifth-grade aptitude.
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nHan Muye’s face stiffened, and he shook his head. “No.”
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nHe sighed in his heart. It seemed that he did not have the opportunity to cultivate such a peerless cultivation technique.
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n“Alright!” The old man opposite him shouted, scaring Han Muye.
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n“If your aptitude is good enough, you don’t need to learn my Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords at all. You would just learn and cultivate according to the instructions.”
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nAt this point, the old man stared at Han Muye as if he were staring at a beautiful piece of jade.
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n“People with the heart to dominate the world, but no aptitude and no resources.”
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n“There are plenty of people like that in the world.”
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n“These people should resign themselves to being ants for the rest of their lives?”
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nThe old man’s face turned red as he shouted. A violent aura seemed to rise from his body.
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nThe old man was a little crazy.
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n‘Are all mysterious experts like that?’
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nHan Muye kept his mouth shut.
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nAfter roaring, the old man retracted his aura and looked at Han Muye with a normal expression. “Today, I’ll teach you the technique. Remember, you’re walking a great path to Heaven for all ordinary sword cultivators in the world, understand?”
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nHan Muye nodded.
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nWasn’t this responsibility a little too much?
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nSeeing Han Muye nod, the old man put one hand behind his back and took a step forward.
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n“I, Mo Yuan, have studied 360 sword techniques since I entered the Nine Mystic Sword Sect for a hundred years, but I’ve never been able to master them.”
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n“When the three elders of the Sword Pavilion attacked, their sword Qi spanned 30,000 feet. They could split mountains and rivers with one strike. Only then did I comprehend the move.”
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n“Cultivate a wisp of sword energy, refine it, split it into 128,000 threads, and condense it into sword intent.”
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n“The sword intent will be kneaded into 100 folds, turning into tempered steel. It will wrap around your fingers, then gather 3,000 sword intent, and transform into the power of the world.”
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n“This, therefore, is—”
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nThe old man raised two fingers of his right hand and pointed.
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n“Ancestral—Return—of—10,000—Swords—”
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nHis gaze was distant and firm. His figure was tall and straight, and his posture was as sharp as a sword!
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nIf it was coupled with thousands of swords flying, endless sword light lingering, and the world trembling, then it would really be Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords rushing into the sky.
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nHowever, in the demonstration room, there seemed to be a weaker aura.
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nAfter a long silence, Han Muye couldn’t help but whisper, “That’s it?”
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nThe old man slowly withdrew his hand. Instead of answering him, he asked, “How much have you comprehended?”
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n‘Comprehend?’
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n‘Just this move, no, posture?’
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nHan Muye closed his eyes, and the image of the old man standing in place with his fingers raised slowly appeared in his mind.
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nThis time, the image moved so slowly that Han Muye wanted to fast-forward.
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nBut he could feel something in the image.
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nHe looked carefully at the old man’s eyes in the image, the old man’s movements when he pointed, and the old man’s expression when he shouted “Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords”.
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nUnconsciously, he sensed a difference.
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nSeriousness.
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nDetermination.
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nThere was determination in the old man’s eyes.
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nThe old man’s two fingers probed with determination.
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nThe old man looked determined.
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nAs the images changed again and again, the old man’s aura became more and more solemn until all the images shattered.
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nHan Muye opened his eyes.
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nHe had comprehended “Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords”!
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nThe moment he comprehended the techqniue, he felt all the sword Qi in the illusory space in his body tremble and surge, as if it was about to surge out.
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nHe could control the sword Qi in his body?
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nThe Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords was real!
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nThis Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords really condensed all the sword techniques in the world. Just one sword could shatter the galaxy!
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nLooking at the old man in front of him, Han Muye only felt admiration. He raised his hand and bowed. “Thank you for your guidance, Senior. I have comprehended it.”
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nA mighty figure who could create such a cultivation technique was worthy of respect.
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n“You’ve learned it?” The old man was stunned when he saw Han Muye’s actions. “What have you comprehended?”
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nWas this the final test?
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nHan Muye straightened up, one hand clenched into a fist, his gaze firm. “With a sword in hand, the world is mine.”
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nThe old man frowned and was about to speak when he heard Han Muye say, “I’ve comprehended that there’s no sword in my hand, but a sword in my heart.”
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n“No sword in the hand, but a sword in the heart?” The old man was stunned and whispered.
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n“No sword in the hand, but a sword in the heart?”
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n“Haha, no sword in the hand, but a sword in the heart!”
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nThe old man let out a long laugh and turned away.
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nIt wasn’t until he left that Han Muye remembered that he hadn’t paid the 10 spiritual rocks.
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n‘And what happened to him taking in disciples?’
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nTo be able to comprehend a cultivation technique like Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords after reading it once, this big shot still didn’t accept him as his disciple and pass down his legacy?
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nThis was not a cultivation technique that could be used on the streets. How could he be so casual?
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nShaking his head, Han Muye could only put away the two books and prepare to leave the room.
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nPerhaps this was fate. He was not born to be the elder’s disciple.
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nAfter putting away the book, spiritual light flashed on the jade wall in front of him.
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n“Eh?”
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nA message on the jade wall made Han Muye’s heart skip a beat.
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n“Room 85 requires an explanation of the Two Mystic Sword Technique, Blue Wave for 500 spiritual rocks.”
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n‘Blue Wave?’
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nHe had comprehended this sword technique the day before, and it was not just once.
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nHe subconsciously reached out and tapped on the jade wall, and the message dissipated.
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n‘So he has accepted a mission?’
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nHan Muye walked out of the room to the door of Room 85, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.
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nIn the quiet room, a young man in an inner sect white robe looked Han Muye up and down and frowned slightly.
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n“Senior Brother, I don’t think I’ve seen you in the inner sect before…”
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nHan Muye said lightly, “Do you think you recognise all 3,000 inner sect disciples?”
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n“That’s not—” The young man’s expression turned anxious. Before he could finish speaking, Han Muye waved his hand and said, “You want to a demonstration of the Blue Wave Sword Technique?”
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nThe young man nodded.
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nHan Muye looked at the sword at the young man’s waist and extended his hand. “Give me the sword.”
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