Chapter 35 - Since you survived, you must be fated with the
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n“Han, little Han!”
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nHuang Six, who was slumped in the wooden chair, jumped up and scurried over to Han Muye. His eyes widened as he sized Muye up and down.
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nHe reached out and patted Han Muye’s shoulder and arm, then punched Han Muye’s chest a few times.
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n“Haha, you’re not dead, kid!”
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n“Really not dead!”
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n“I was even sad a few times!”
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nHuang Six’s old face was filled with joy, and his eyes were moist.
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nHan Muye was also smiling.
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nHuang Six seemed to think of something. Grinning, he opened a small wooden box and poured out the contents. Then he counted them one by one.
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n“Here, these pills are for you.”
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n“Also, these are the spiritual rocks I’ve collected over the past few days. This is for you.”
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n“This is the spiritual medicine that the storeowner Bai gave you.”
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n“This is a letter from Mu Wan.”
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n“This is a token from Zhao Pu of the inner sect.”
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n…
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nThere were quite a few scattered items.
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nHan Muye looked at the things piled up on the table and asked with a smile, “Brother, why are all these things in this box? What are you going to do?”
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n“Bury it.”
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n“If you don’t come back, I’m going to bury the stuff and build you a cenotaph.”
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nHuang Six turned and spoke solemnly.
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nA cenotaph…
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nHan Muye’s face twitched.
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n“Han Muye, come up and see me.”
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nHe was about to speak when an old voice came from above the Sword Pavilion.
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nHan Muye shuddered.
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nIt was the Sword Pavilion’s Patriarch’s voice.
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nHuang Six and Han Muye looked at each other.
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nHuang Six gave him a meaningful glance towards the stairs.
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nHan Muye nodded, put his sword, Purple Flame and Destiny on the table, then straightened his clothes and strode up the stairs.
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nOn the second floor, he glanced at the wooden shelves that held the swords. He took a deep breath and headed up to the third floor.
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nOn the third floor, the space was only twenty feet in circumference. There were no wooden shelves for swords. The windows all around were open and the light was bright.
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nThe white-robed Sword Pavilion Patriarch sat cross-legged in front of him. Behind him, a black sheathed sword was on the long table.
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n“Disciple Han Muye greets the Patriarch.”
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nHan Muye bowed and cupped his fists.
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nThe white-haired Sword Pavilion Patriarch nodded, his eyes studying him.
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n“How did you resolve the crisis of your lifespan?”
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nHan Muye knew that he would definitely be asked about his lifespan, so he was already thinking along the way.
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nIt was not just him. Huang Six and the Sword Pavilion Patriarch would definitely have worries about their depleting lifespan.
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nAll Sword Caretakers could not escape this.
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n“Elder, this time, I returned to my hometown with the number one person in the outer sect, Mo Yuan. With his guidance, my sword Qi dissipated. For two to three years, I won’t be in danger of dying,” Han Muye replied loudly.
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n“Dissipate the sword Qi?” The Sword Pavilion Patriarch focused his gaze on Han Muye, then nodded.
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nAt this moment, there was only a condensed sword intent in Han Muye’s sea of Qi. Outsiders could not sense the existence of the dissipated sword Qi.
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nEven an expert like the Sword Pavilion Patriarch did not notice anything unusual.
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n“Then, what are you going to do from now on?” the Sword Pavilion Patriarch asked again.
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nHan Muye looked up at the calm Sword Pavilion Patriarch.
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nHe did not expect the Sword Pavilion Patriarch to say so much to him and even ask him about his future plans.
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n‘I thought the old man didn’t care whether I lived or died?’
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nHowever, he still answered truthfully, “Elder, I’m preparing to dual cultivate and strive to refine my body to withstand the sword Qi.”
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nThis was the most suitable cultivation method for him that Mo Yuan had told him.
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nThe Sword Pavilion Patriarch nodded and said indifferently, “On the path of cultivation, everyone has their own fate.”
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n“If you can’t survive the sword Qi entering your body, then your fate is over.”
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n“Since you survived it, you have an affinity with the Sword Pavilion.”
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nWith that, he looked at Han Muye and lowered his voice. “From now on, come see me on the 15th of every month after the closing of the Pavilion.”
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n‘Meet him after closing time?’
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nHan Muye instantly thought of how Patriarch Bodhi had taught Sun Wukong the 72 Transformations.
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nWas he really lucky enough to be recognized by an elder of the Sword Pavilion?
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n“I understand.”
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nHan Muye nodded, bowed to the Sword Pavilion Patriarch, and left the third floor.
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nAs he walked down the stairs, he subconsciously turned around and glanced at the black sword placed behind the Sword Pavilion Patriarch.
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nWas this the Nine Mystic Sword that suppressed the providence of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect?
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nWhy did this sword look exactly the same as the Mystic Sun Sword?
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nHan Muye had never seen this sword before, but he had seen it a few times in the memories of Qin Yuanhe’s sword.
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nQin Yuanhe was carrying out a sect mission and was looking for the black sheathed sword called the Mystic Sun Sword.
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nCould there be something between the Mystic Sun and Nine Mystic?
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nShaking his head, Han Muye stopped thinking about this matter.
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nLet those big shots worry about it. Wouldn’t it be better for him to hide in the Sword Pavilion and slowly nurture his sword Qi?
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nDownstairs, Huang Six placed all the items in a wooden box and handed it to Han Muye.
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n“Brother, the Sword Pavilion Patriarch—”
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nBefore Han Muye could finish, Huang Six raised his hand and said, “Don’t tell me about this.”
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nAfter saying that, he grinned and patted Han Muye’s shoulder. He whispered, “Little Han, I’ve been in the Sword Pavilion for seven years. In another three years, I’ll be a sect deacon.”
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nHan Muye chuckled at his words.
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nHe was worrying too much. The Patriarch had said, everyone had their own fate.
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nHuang Six also had his own fate.
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nSince he could live in the Sword Pavilion for seven years, why should he worry about him?
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n“Brother, do you still have any wine?” Han Muye asked with a smile.
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nHuang Six chuckled and turned to retrieve the large gourd. “There’s still half a gourd left.”
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nHan Muye reached for the gourd, removed the stopper, and sniffed it.
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nIt was spicy and mellow.
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nWhen the wine entered his throat, it was cool and hot. It passed through his intestines and stomach, and a heat spread throughout his body.
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n“Hiss—”
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n“How delightful…”
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nHe wanted to take another sip, but Huang Six had already snatched the gourd. He took a small sip and sealed it with heartache.
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n“My wine is expensive.”
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nHan Muye smiled and shook his head. He opened the wooden box, took out the pills, and handed them to Huang Six.
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n“Brother, I refined this pill myself.”
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n“In the future, we won’t lack such things.”
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nBy the time Han Muye returned to the quiet room with the wooden box, Huang Six was still holding the jade bottle in his hand in a daze.
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nHe looked at the pill in his hand and then at the room.
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nAs if he had thought of something, he took out a few spiritual rocks from his pocket.
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nRubbing the spiritual rocks with his palm, a complicated expression appeared on his face.
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n“Rascal, so you’re the real tycoon…”
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n“Alright, I, Huang Six, will have a wealthy backer in the future.”
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nShaking his head as he spoke, he returned with the jade bottle and the wine gourd.
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nIn the quiet room, Han Muye took out various items from the wooden box.
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nThere were five spiritual rocks. This was the money Huang Six had earned from the disciples who came to receive their swords.
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nWhen Han Muye left Qingmu Town, he had left two high-grade spiritual rocks for Mo Yuan.
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nAs someone who could refine supreme-grade pills, he no longer had to worry about the lack of spiritual rocks.
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nHowever, he still accepted these five spiritual rocks. After all, it was Huang Six’s goodwill.
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nIn the wooden box were two more medicine packets. The names of the medicines were written on them.
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n“Bright Origin Bone and Marrow Transformation Fruit?”
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nHan Muye was slightly taken aback.
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