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nOn the mountain path outside the Waterside Residence, Mu Wan lowered her head.

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n“Senior Brother, I-I’ll think of a way to help you find another pill that can increase your lifespan.”

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nPills that could increase one’s lifespan were extremely difficult to find. They could only be chanced upon by luck.

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nMu Wan was not very confident when she said this.

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nHan Muye chuckled and turned to look at her. “Junior Sister, don’t worry. It’s just the depletion of my lifespan. It’s nothing serious.”

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nWith Mu Wan’s alchemy cultivation, she naturally could not see how much lifespan he had left.

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nNodding, Mu Wan said softly, “Then Senior Brother, please return to the Sword Pavilion. I’ll be heading back to the Medical Hall.”

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nSeeing that it was getting late, Han Muye nodded and said, “Alright, I’ll go to the Medical Hall when I have time. If you need my help in comprehending anything, you can come to the Sword Pavilion to find me.”

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nWhen this little girl grew up, she would look even better.

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nMoreover, she was a pure-hearted rich girl.

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nHuang Six’s plan to matchmake them seemed to make some sense.

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nThe two of them left along the mountain path. After a while, Mu Wan returned to the intersection with a worried expression.

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nShe looked in the direction Han Muye had left, then turned around and walked towards the Waterside Residence.

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nA moment later, the pale-faced Mu Wan turned around again.

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n“Senior Brother Han has only six or seven days left to live…”

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nMurmuring under her breath, her brow furrowed, she clenched her fists and sprinted forward.

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nHan Muye did not return to the Sword Pavilion.

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nCirculating his body-tempering power, his figure was like the wind as he crossed dozens of feet in a step. In less than 15 minutes, he had already arrived at the clear stream where the outer sect disciples lived.

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nLooking at the wooden houses ahead, Han Muye took a deep breath and strode over.

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nThe house owner seemed to sense something and pushed open the door.

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nMo Yuan.

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nHe was the first in the outer sect.

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n“Yesterday they said someone was looking for me. I guessed it was you.”

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nMo Yuan chuckled and raised his hand to gesture. Then, he turned around and staggered back to the wooden house.

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nHan Muye walked into the cabin and saw that it was sparsely furnished and didn’t even have any necessities.

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nMo Yuan sat at a small wooden table and looked up. “If you had come a day or two later, you probably wouldn’t have been able to find me.”

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n‘What did that mean?’

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nHan Muye sat cross-legged opposite Mo Yuan and said softly, “Why?”

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nMo Yuan looked lonely, but also relieved. “Hehe, my wish has been fulfilled. Why would I still stay here?”

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nAt this, he looked at Han Muye, a glimmer in his muddy eyes.

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nHis wish had been fulfilled. Did that refer to passing ‘Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords’ on to him?

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nHan Muye had a glimmer of understanding.

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nMo Yuan stayed in the Nine Mystic Sword Sect because he wanted to pass down the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords that he had created in his life.

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nNow that he had learned the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords, his wish had been fulfilled. He was prepared to leave the Nine Mystic Sword Sect. He would either go into seclusion or return to his hometown.

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nMo Yuan looked up and smiled. “Do you have any questions about cultivating the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords?”

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nHan Muye pondered for a moment, then said softly, “Senior, how do you solve the problem of the sword Qi entering your body?”

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nHearing Han Muye’s words, Mo Yuan rubbed his hands, his face full of joy. “I knew you were born to practice swordmanship.”

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n“It’s only been a short while, and you’ve already understood the key to Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords!”

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nA sigh flashed across his face. Mo Yuan seemed to have fallen into his memories. “Back then, I was determined to create the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords but I didn’t make any progress for ten years.”

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n“Later, when I went to see the Sword Pavilion Elder, whose sword Qi had dissipated because he was using the Nine Mystic Sword, he told me—”

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nAt this point, Mo Yuan raised his hand and took out an ancient sword, placing it on the table in front of him.

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n“Clang—”

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nThe sword came out of its sheath, clear as water.

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n“Wipe your sword every day and nurture your sword Qi for ten years.”

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n“When the first wisp of sword energy enters your body…”

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nMo Yuan suddenly grinned and leaned forward. He gently placed the sword into the sheath, as if he did not want the sword to hear what he said.

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n“Have you done any dual cultivation?”

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nThe corners of the old man’s eyes were full of lust.

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nHan Muye nodded. He had experienced what Mo Yuan had said.

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nSeeing him nod, Mo Yuan’s expression became even more lustful. He waved his hand and said, “Yes, that’s the feeling. Since you have experienced it, then…”

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n“I know how it feels to have sword Qi enter my body,” Han Muye said softly.

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n“Haha, that’s good. Then—what!” Mo Yuan, who was originally laughing, overturned the wooden table in front of him and did not even care about the sword falling to the ground.

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nHe pounced in front of Han Muye and grabbed his arm.

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n“Sword Qi entering your body, Sword Qi entering your body…”

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nHis palm moved inch by inch along Han Muye’s arm, as he grabbed harder, his face pale.

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n“You’re too anxious. Three years. It takes three years to condense the first wisp of sword Qi. At that time, your body and bones will have become adapted to the sword Qi. That’s the best time.”

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n“If you do this, it will damage your vitality. Your lifespan will be drained out by the sword Qi…”

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n“Sigh, it’s all my fault. It’s all my fault for not telling you about the taboo of cultivation.” Mo Yuan’s face was filled with self-reproach.

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n“I’m the Sword Pavilion’s Sword Caretaker. This sword Qi entering my body has nothing to do with cultivating the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords,” Han Muye said softly as he looked at the old man’s expression.

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n“Sword Caretaker?” Mo Yuan was stunned.

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nHe slowly sat back in his seat and said softly, “Yes, Sword Caretaker. It’s easiest for Sword Caretaker to obtain sword Qi. Why didn’t I think of…”

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nHe paused and looked at Han Muye. “How long do you think your vitality can last?”

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nHow much longer?

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nHan Muye sighed in his heart. If he could hold on for a long time, he wouldn’t have come to ask Mo Yuan, an old man in his twilight years, for help.

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nSeeing that Han Muye was silent, Mo Yuan nodded and said, “I understand now.”

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nHe fumbled around and pulled out a small wooden box. Then he uncovered it. There was a small jade bottle inside.

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n“Kid, I have a pill here that can help you increase your lifespan slightly.”

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nHe casually handed the pill to Han Muye.

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nLooking at the pill in front of him, Han Muye fell silent again.

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nThis pill was worth 30,000 spiritual rocks.

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nWith 30,000 spiritual rocks, he could do many things.

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nTo an outer sect disciple like Mo Yuan, 30,000 spiritual rocks should be his lifetime savings.

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nMoreover, this pill was meant for Mo Yuan to extend his own lifespan.

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nHis own lifespan should be coming to an end too.

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n“Senior, this pill is precious and useful to you,” Han Muye said in a low voice.

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nOriginally, he had planned to buy this pill from Mo Yuan.

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nHowever, when he saw Mo Yuan packing up everything, Han Muye already understood.

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nMo Yuan’s lifespan was almost up. He wanted to take advantage of the last moment to leave the sect.

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nNow that Mo Yuan had handed the pill to Han Muye, he couldn’t bear to take it anymore.

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nHe wanted pills to extend his life, but so did Mo Yuan.

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n“Hehe, what difference does it make whether I, an old man, take this pill or not?” Mo Yuan shook his head and looked at Han Muye.

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n“This pill isn’t for nothing.”

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n“Promise me two things.”

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nThen he raised his hand. “First, accompany me down the mountain tomorrow to my hometown.”

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n“Secondly, if there’s a day in the future, don’t let the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords lose its inheritance.”

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nWhat Mo Yuan meant was that if Han Muye’s lifespan came to an end one day, he must pass down the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords and not cut off the inheritance.

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nOnly he hadn’t made that clear.

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n“If I didn’t come, would Senior be preparing to return to your hometown alone?” Han Muye looked at Mo Yuan.

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n“I came with seven or eight good friends. After the past 300 years, I’m the only one left…” Mo Yuan nodded and said.

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nCultivation was like that. After 100 years, old friends would all have passed.

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n“Then, is Senior’s hometown far away?” Han Muye asked in a low voice.

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nHe wanted to send Mo Yuan off, but he did not want to leave the Sword Pavilion for too long.

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n“Hehe, it’s not far. It’s a thousand miles down the mountain. It won’t take more than four to five days by the sect carriage.” Mo Yuan looked at Han Muye with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

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n“Alright, I’ll wait for you at the mountain gate tomorrow.” Han Muye bowed, then bent down and picked up Mo Yuan’s sword. He placed it on the wooden table, then turned around and left.

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nLooking at his back view and then at the pills still on the table, Mo Yuan revealed a gratified expression.

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