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nKnowledge was power.

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nHan Muye had a deeper understanding of this statement now.

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nIf not for the fact that he had obtained so much understanding of swordsmanship through his extraordinary comprehension abilities, how could he have earned eight merit tokens?

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nWhen he came, he only had 100 spiritual rocks. But when he returned, he already had nearly 1,000 spiritual rocks.

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nOn the way back, Han Muye was in a good mood.

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nAfter all, money was a man’s backbone. With money in his pocket, he had nothing to worry about.

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nAnd that was only the beginning.

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nIn the future, he might be able to earn even more money.

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nAs he strode forward, he circulated his Iron Bull Strength in his body.

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nInstantly, there was a feeling of dust under his feet and his body was as light as a swallow.

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nWas this what it would be like after cultivation?

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nIt really felt good!

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nHe could travel several feet with each step and it took him three times faster to get back to the Sword Pavilion than when he had left.

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nDark clouds enveloped the area, and golden spiritual light scattered outside the Sword Pavilion.

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nAs soon as he arrived at the entrance of the Sword Pavilion, a tall sword cultivator in a black robe walked out.

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nThis person was tall and had a straight figure, with a long sword on his back. His expression was gloomy. He glanced at Han Muye and left without saying anything.

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nWith just this glance, Han Muye felt his entire body tremble. The sword Qi in the illusory space in his chest surged, wanting to rush out of his body.

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nIt was as if these sword Qis were being provoked and wanted to fight back.

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nWas this person an extraordinary expert?

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nHe walked into the Sword Pavilion. Huang Six was putting away the book on the long table.

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n“Brother, who was that?”

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nHearing Han Muye’s words, Huang Six did not even look up. “Sword Battle Hall Deacon Ling Che, an Earth Realm Spirit Awakening Realm expert.”

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nThe Sword Battle Hall was the main hall of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect that was responsible for defending against enemies. There were many experts there.

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n“How is it? Do you feel uncomfortable just looking at him?” Huang Six grinned and said.

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nThis was the first time Han Muye had seen an Earth Realm expert.

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nIt turned out that the experts in the cultivation world were really indeed powerful.

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nThere were three stages in the Earth Realm, Connecting Origin, Spirit Awakening and Core Formation.

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nAn Earth Realm Spirit Awakening Realm expert was actually so powerful?

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nThen what about the Core Formation stage and even the Heaven Realm?

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nHis eyes flashed as he thought about the Human Realm, Earth Realm, and Heaven Realm. With the enhancement of his special abilities, he looked forward to his future.

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nHis goal was to rule over the world with his sword!

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n“An Earth Realm expert from the Sword Battle Hall died a few days ago. His sword will be returned tomorrow.”

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nPutting away the book, Huang Six looked at Han Muye and said grimly, “Tomorrow morning, we will welcome the sword into the pavilion.”

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nReceiving the sword, welcoming it, polishing it, and drying it.

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nAmong these tasks, the last thing Sword Caretakers wanted was to welcome the sword.

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nNew swords were still alright as most of the sword Qi was weaker.

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nThe swords of a fallen master contained all kinds of resentment and killing intent. To the Sword Caretakers, every time they welcomed such swords, it was torture.

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nThere was once a Sword Caretaker who faced a long sword of the spiritual artifact level. In the end, he was injured by the resentment in the sword and died in less than half a year.

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n“What body-tempering technique did you learn at the Demonstration Building?”

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nHuang Six seemingly did not want to put pressure on Han Muye, so he changed the topic.

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n“I found a book on Iron Bull Strength,” Han Muye said with a smile.

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n“Iron Bull Strength,” Huang Six muttered, as if he had never heard of it.

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n“By the way, Brother, your spiritual rocks—” Han Muye reached into his pocket and prepared to take out a merit token.

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n“It’s fine. It’s just 100 spiritual rocks. I don’t need them anyway.” Before Han Muye could take out his token, Huang Six waved his hand and left.

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n“Sleep well tonight and let’s welcome the sword tomorrow. Be careful how you deal with it.”

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nClutching the merit token in his hand, Han Muye chuckled and said nothing more.

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nIt was only 100 spiritual rocks.

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nA favor was more precious than spiritual rocks.

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nBack in his quiet room, he sat cross-legged and gently opened a book.

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nThis book only had five words—Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords.

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nSlowly closing his eyes, the image of Mo Yuan’s hand behind his back and pointing forward appeared in his mind again.

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nHan Muye felt all the sword Qi in the illusory space in his chest begin to stir, as if it was about to gush out with his call.

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nHowever, there seemed to be something missing in the middle.

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nOpening his eyes, Han Muye looked at the wall in front of him.

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nHis heart trembled as he thought of what Mo Yuan had said.

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n“Cultivate a wisp of sword Qi, 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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nOnly 128,000 threads of sword Qi could condense into a sword intent.

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n3,000 sword intents would then transform into the power of heaven and earth.

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nUsing the power of heaven and earth, one sword was equivalent to the power of 10,000 swords. This was the meaning of Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords.

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n128,000 threads of sword Qi condensing into a sword intent.

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nDid he not have enough sword Qi?

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n“Boom—”

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nIn an instant, the ball of fiery red sword Qi taken from the Purple Flame Sword in the illusory space suddenly exploded, turning into countless strands of sword Qi!

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nIt dispersed into sword Qi and condensed into sword intent!

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nIt turned out that this huge and pure sword Qi was the sword intent that condensed the mental energy via sword cultivation!

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nNot only this sword intent exploded, but the thick sword Qi in the illusory space also turned into countless wisps.

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nIn an instant, the illusory space was completely filled with sword Qi.

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nIn this illusory space, there were more than a million sword Qi!

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nHis eyes shining, Han Muye raised his hand and looked at his palm.

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nA surge of energy was awaiting him.

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nAs long as he pointed his finger forward, the mountains and rivers in front of him could shatter and he could fight the world!

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nThis was the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords!

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nThis was a sword that no one in the world could block!

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nOutside the room, all the swords seemed to sense something. They trembled slightly.

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nThe swords seemed to be soldiers awaiting their summon.

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nAs long as Han Muye pointed his arm forward, all the swords would advance forward and fight to their deaths!

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nSuppressing the surging sword Qi in his chest, Han Muye slowly retracted his palm.

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nThis room was not a place to test out the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords.

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nRetracting his palm, the sword Qi in his illusory space circled, then gathered again and slowly rotated.

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nThe sword intent from the Purple Flame Sword seemed to have become even more refined during the condensation and scattering just now.

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nThe other sword Qi that originally filled the space collided and fused, finally turning into 13 thick sword intents.

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nCountless sword Qi gathered and condensed into these 13 sword intents.

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nAt this moment, Han Muye had a total of 14 sword intents and could activate the skill 14 times.

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n“I wonder what it will be like if there were 3,000 sword intents condensing into the sword momentum?”

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nThe sword momentum had the power to control the world. One strike was enough to overturn the world.

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nHow many people in the world could master such a sword?

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nOne sword momentum required 3,000 sword intents.

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nHan Muye smiled, his eyes sparkling.

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nThe swords in the Sword Pavilion contained endless sword Qi. When would he be lacking in it?

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nThere would finally be a time 3,000 sword intents would condense!

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nAt that time, who in the world could block the sword in his hand?

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nRetracting his sword Qi, Han Muye slowly circulated his newly cultivated body-tempering technique, Iron Bull Strength.

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nThis was a body-tempering technique that could strengthen his muscles and bones and resist the corrosion of sword Qi.

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nAlthough he did not believe that the sword Qi that was close to him would hurt him, he still cultivated his body tempering technique. It was always better to be prepared.

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nEven if it was used for traveling, it would make him faster, right?

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nThe scene of Zhao Pu practicing the Iron Bull Strength in the demonstration building kept recurring in his mind. On Han Muye’s body, a condensed Qi and blood began to gather.

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nAn illusory green ox with a metallic color slowly appeared behind him.

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nThe iron bull had formed, it was a success!

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