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nDie?

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nEven though he was mentally prepared, Han Muye was still shocked.

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nWithout a cultivation base, one would not live beyond a year.

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nHe knew that the Sword Pavilion wasn’t an easy place to be in, but he didn’t expect it would be this dangerous.

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nAfter pondering for a moment, he looked at Huang Six and cupped his hands, “Senior, I wonder if one can live beyond a year with a cultivation base?”

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n“Within this period of one year, which month will there the sword Qi harm the body?”

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n“Senior, can you tell me what is so special about the sword Qi? If I am careful enough, will I be able to survive a year?”

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nHis consecutive questions stunned Huang Six.

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nHe looked at Han Muye with a strange expression and said, “Do you really want to be a Sword Caretaker?”

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n‘No.’

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nBut there was no other way.

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nHan Muye nodded.

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nHuang Six grinned with his two big teeth missing.

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n“Come with me.”

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nHe beckoned for Han Muye to enter the pavilion.

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nThe moment Han Muye entered the pavilion, he felt his hair stand on end suddenly.

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nOn the wooden shelves, there were an endless supply of long swords!

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nSome of the long swords flickered with a dark and cold light as if they were about to devour someone.

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nSome of them looked simple and ordinary, but they were like ferocious beasts that were hibernating. They might even hurt someone when unsheathed.

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nIn a dark corner from a distance, there was even a flash of light, as if a sword was about to fly out.

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nA breeze of cold air seeped into his bones, making his teeth chatter uncontrollably.

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n“Not bad, you hadn’t peed your pants after you came in.” Huang Six glanced at Han Muye, then pointed at the countless swords in front of him and said, “The Sword Caretaker’s role is to watch these swords.”

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nThese swords had to be watched?

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nHan Muye was confused.

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n“The newly refined swords are still alright. Those that have been used and have remnant grievances might become bloodthirsty in the middle of the night. Don’t you think such sword should be watched over?” Huang Six grinned.

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nHis smile with missing teeth, accompanied by the gloomy sword light was somewhat terrifying.

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nThe swords were bloodthirsty?

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nHan Muye starting feeling regrets taking on this job.

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n“However, as a Sword Caretaker in the Sword Pavilion, as long as you don’t die, you will receive a monthly salary of 10 spiritual rocks and enjoy the same benefits as the other disciples of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.”

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n“If you don’t die within ten years, you will become a manager of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect directly.”

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n“If you don’t die for six decades, hehe…”

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nHan Muye didn’t care about anything else that Huang Six said.

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nWith the salary of 10 spiritual rocks and the benefits of the disciples, these were sufficient!

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nWith his maximum level of comprehension, he firmly believed that he could take on the path of cultivation.

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n“Are you tempted?”

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nHuang Six pointed to a small room at the side. “The previous Sword Caretaker has just left for three days, you can stay in this room first.”

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nHan Muye walked into the room and saw that it was a quiet room with a wooden bed and a long table.

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nAs he was exhausted in the past few days, he lay down on the wooden bed and fell asleep immediately.

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nWhen he woke up and walked out of the quiet room, the sky was already bright.

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nHuang Six looked at him with a strange expression and led him to the small courtyard behind the pavilion to wash up. He then pointed at a few steamed buns on the stone table and said, “Eat your breakfast. I’ll help you get your waist token and clothes.”

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nHuang Six was quite helpful, so Han Muye cupped his hand and said, “Thank you, senior.”

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nHuang Six memorized Han Muye’s name, background and other information before walking out.

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nAfter taking a few steps, he suddenly turned around and said, “Don’t call me senior, I’m not much older than you.”

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nHan Muye, whose mouth was stuffed with steamed buns, froze on the spot. Even when Huang Six walked out of the Sword Pavilion, he was still in a daze.

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nHuang Six’s body was hunched, his hair was white and even his teeth were gone. He was clearly getting old.

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nBut he said that he was only a few years older than him.

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nWas this an injury caused by the sword Qi from the Sword Pavilion?

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nSuddenly, Han Muye felt that the steamed bun in his hand was hard to swallow.

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nAfter transmigrating to the cultivation world, he was prepared to find a beautiful fairy to experience dual cultivation.

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nHe had not even started, and yet he was already going to become old like Huang Six. Wouldn’t he be powerless?

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nAfter hurriedly finishing his breakfast, Han Muye walked to the wooden rack filled with swords.

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nEvery sword looked extraordinary. They would definitely be priceless on Earth.

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nHan Muye grabbed the hilt of a long sword. He tightened his grip and pulled the sword with great force.

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n“Hmm?”

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nSeeing that there was no one around, he let go while his face had turned slightly flushed.

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nIt was embarrassing that he was unable to unsheathe the sword.

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nUnwilling to give up, he tried a few more times. Han Muye refused to believe it and drew the sword one by one from the wooden rack.

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n“Clang—”

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nAfter trying a few wooden shelves, he pulled out a slender long sword.

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nThe clear sword light flashed like water. The blade was long and narrow, carrying a faint green light.

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n“Okay, sword…”

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nHan Muye’s gaze landed on the sword’s blade. He felt a loud sound in his head as an image flashed through his mind.

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nIn front of him, there seemed to be several craftsmen wielding hammers. With one strike after another, sparks flew everywhere.

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nThe sword was hammered until a shape formed.

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nThese burly men hit with all their might a million times, forming the shape of the iron.

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nThey quenched, polished, adjusted and decorated the iron.

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nUntil a long sword was refined.

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n“A heavy hit of 38,251 times and a light hit of 86,513 times.”

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n“Polished 5,620 times and quenched nine times.”

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n“The blade is 2.7 feet long and 1 inch wide.”

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n“The sword weighs 4.3kg.”

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n“Nine Revolutions Tempering Technique, Hundred Fold Forging Technique.”

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nHan Muye muttered to himself as his eyes sparkled.

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nA breeze of an unnoticeable Qi seeped into his body and then disappeared.

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nWas this because of his maximum level of comprehension?

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nWith just a glance, the sword in his hand no longer had any secrets left. He had even learnt two forging techniques.

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nWith such a cheat in his mind, would he still need to worry about not being able to cultivate?

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nHan Muye returned the sword to its original position and grabbed the hilt of another sword.

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nWithout exerting any strength, he could already feel that he could pull out the sword.

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n“What are you doing? Are you tired of living?”

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nBefore he could draw his sword, Huang Six’s voice sounded.

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nHan Muye released his hand and walked out from the wooden shelf.

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n“If you want to live longer, stay far away from these swords.”

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nHuang Six threw the clothes and waist token in front of Han Muye and said coldly, “The previous Sword Caretaker was too inquisitive so he was sent away from the Sword Pavilion even before three months were up.”

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n“Where did he go?” Han Muye picked up the waist token to take a look, and then opened up the greenish-gray Nine Mystic Sword Sect disciple’s robe.

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n“Where did he go?” Huang Six chuckled. “He’s dead. His blood and Qi were sucked dry by a long sword. He left in a very unpeaceful manner.”

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nSpeaking about this, he looked at Han Muye and said, “Didn’t you hear anything when you slept in his room last night?”

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nHan Muye’s arm froze as he was tightening his belt.

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nThe swords in the Sword Pavilion were either newly forged, waiting for the disciples to come and collect them, or they are the swords brought back after the disciples of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect had died to await for their next master.

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nThe tens of thousands of swords in the first level of the Sword Pavilion were mostly ordinary swords.

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nThere were more than a thousand swords in the second level of the Sword Pavilion and even the lowest grade was classified as a spiritual level.

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nAs for the third floor, Huang Six did not introduce it to him.

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nNo outsiders were allowed in the Sword Pavilion every day. Huang Six, who was actually only in his thirties, told Han Muye the general situation of the Sword Pavilion.

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n“There are a total of 12 areas on the first floor of the Sword Pavilion. There are about 3,000 swords in each area. We Sword Caretakers have to clean one area every month.”

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n“In a year’s time, all the swords have to be cleaned at least once.”

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n“All swords have to be placed under the sun every sixth of June.”

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n“At all other times, you should avoid the swords if you can.”

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nWhen the pavilion door closed at night, Huang Six patted Han Muye’s shoulder and said, “You’re quite an interesting fellow. I hope you can live beyond three months.”

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nAs he lay on the wooden bed, Han Muye’s mind alternated between the image of the sword being forged and the story of the long sword sucking blood that Sixth Brother Huang told him.

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nIn the half-darkness, he suddenly heard a soft call.

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n“Gentleman, do you want dual cultivation?”

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