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nWhen choosing a sword, one had to observe the person first.

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nHan Muye watched Zhao Youzhi practice a set of sword techniques, then pondered slightly.

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nZhao Youzhi’s sword techniques were unrestrained. He held his sword with both hands and was full of strength.

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nIt was a sword technique from the Earth-type lineage, Two Mystic level, Mountain Splitting.

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nAfter the round of swordplay, Zhao Youzhi stood there nervously.

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nAt this moment, it was as if he was facing an inspection by the elders in the sect.

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n“Zhao, Junior Brother.” Han Muye felt that he had to act more arrogant. Calling Zhao Youzhi Junior Brother would make himself seem more authoritative.

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n“Senior Brother Han, please speak,” Zhao Youzhi said after taking a deep breath.

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nThe other inner sect disciples also pricked up their ears.

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nThe two newcomers’ eyes were filled with curiosity as they stared at Han Muye, who looked a little leisure.

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nWhat kind of guidance could a merit token get?

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n“Junior Brother Zhao, you’re left-handed, right?” Han Muye asked calmly.

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n‘Left-handed?’

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nZhao Youzhi and the few inner sect junior brothers behind him were stunned for a moment before shaking their heads.

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n“Senior Brother Zhao is not left-handed,” an inner sect disciple said in a low voice, sounding disappointed.

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nCould it be that this Senior Brother Han’s standards were good enough when guiding the outer sect disciples, but his judgment was not good enough when facing inner sect disciples?

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nHuang Six’s mouth twitched, and he turned to look at Han Muye.

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nNo way. This business had just started. It wasn’t a good start, but a bad start?

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nZhao Youzhi cupped his hands at Xu Cheng and said, “Senior Brother Han, although I’m holding a sword with both hands, it’s not—”

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nHe paused at that.

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nThen he froze, and his expression began to change.

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nThe inner sect disciples behind him all looked at him. What happened to Senior Brother Zhao?

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n“I remember now. When I was very young, I did have a more flexible left hand. Then, when I was seven or eight, my parents forced me to change it.”

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nZhao Youzhi looked up at Han Muye with deep admiration in his eyes. “If Senior Brother hadn’t mentioned it, I would have forgotten that I was once left-handed.”

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nWhen he finished, there was silence on the Sword Pavilion floor.

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nThe inner sect disciple who had previously doubted Han Muye’s judgment blushed.

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nHuang Six’s mouth cracked wide open. He was missing his big teeth and he laughed silently.

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nThis brat Han was amazing. He could even tell that he had changed his habit.

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nThe eyes of the two new inner sect disciples lit up with anticipation.

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nHan Muye’s fingers gently landed on the table. He pondered for a moment and looked at Zhao Youzhi.

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n“Junior Brother Zhao, have you ever thought of changing your sword technique?”

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n‘Change his sword technique?’

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nZhao Youzhi was completely stunned.

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nWhat was wrong with his technique?

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n‘Were there many issues with it?’

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n“Your sword cultivation is not bad. Your foundation is very solid.”

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n“If it’s just this set of sword techniques, you just need to modify a few small details.”

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nFortunately, Han Muye didn’t keep him confused for long before speaking again.

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n“But I think if you don’t cultivate the medium-level and stable sword techniques of the Earth-type lineage and switch to a left-hand sword, you might be able to see unexpected surprises.”

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n‘Cultivate using a left-handed sword.’

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nWhat Senior Brother Han meant was that he might be stronger if he cultivated with a left-hand sword.

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nZhao Youzhi was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, “Senior Brother, I think sword cultivators should be upright. I like such sword techniques.”

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nHan Muye nodded.

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nThis Zhao Youzhi was a good person.

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n“Row 15, number nine-five-two-six, Golden Lion.”

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n“The sword is three feet eight inches long and weighs 15 kilograms.”

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nOpening the book in front of him, Han Muye directly recorded down.

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nZhao Youzhi walked over and found the sword. His face immediately lit up.

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nThis sword looked heavy and solid. It was the sword he had imagined.

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nHan Muye gave Zhao Youzhi a few more instructions and pointed out the directions for improvement in his sword technique. In the end, he said, “If you want to change swords anytime, you can come again.”

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n‘Change swords?’

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nHolding the Golden Lion Sword, Zhao Youzhi grinned.

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nHe would never change this sword.

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nIn less than an hour, Zhao Youzhi and the others had all chosen their swords.

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n“Alright, you can leave. This Sword Pavilion is not a place you can stay for long.”

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nHan Muye waved his hand and leaned back in his big chair.

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nZhao Youzhi and the others looked at each other and bowed.

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n“Senior Brother Han, when we return from our mission, I’ll treat you and Brother Six to a drink.” After Zhao Youzhi finished speaking, he turned around and left.

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nThe others followed.

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n“Senior Brothers, have a safe trip…” Lu Gao’s sincere shout came from the door.

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nIn the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye stood up, took the linen cloth, and went to wipe the swords.

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nIt was time to collect the sword Qi.

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nThis time, he collected 2,500 sword Qi and poured them into the other swords again.

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nHan Muye enjoyed the process of collecting sword Qi and comprehending sword techniques.

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nHuang Six, who was sitting in the distance, saw that Han Muye was in high spirits. He bared his teeth and turned his head.

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nHe did not want to find trouble with Han Muye.

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nIn the afternoon, three more sword-receiving disciples, one inner sect disciple and two outer sect disciples, came.

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nPerhaps it was because Han Muye’s reputation had not spread, but the three of them were obedient when they received the swords. Even if Huang Six hinted at them, they still did not realise it.

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nThey did not give a single penny.

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nFor the next two days, Han Muye continued to polish the swords, collect sword Qi, pour it in, and then comprehend a few sword techniques.

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nBut Huang Six was bored sitting there.

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nFor two days, not even a dog came to the Sword Pavilion.

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nAt the door, Lu Gao began to doze off again.

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n“Hey, is my Sword Pavilion a place for idlers?”

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n“If you want to sleep, go home.”

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nHuang Six clasped his hands behind his back and glared at Lu Gao. Then he walked out angrily.

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n“Where are you going, Brother?” Lu Gao was not annoyed and shouted after him.

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nThe income of eight spiritual rocks had already made him fall in love with the task of being the gatekeeper of the Sword Pavilion.

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nThe Gatekeeper. That was the title he had given himself.

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n“I’m tired of this. I’m going for a walk,” Huang Six replied angrily and left.

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n“Then I’ll bring you food from the canteen later,” Lu Gao shouted after him.

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n“I want red braised pork and choose the softest one.” Huang Six paused, then walked away with his back hunched.

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nHearing their conversation, Han Muye, who was wiping the swords, smiled and shook his head.

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nHuang Six and his Sword Caretaker business had failed before it officially opened.

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nNo one had come for two days, and there was a freeloader at the door. Of course, Huang Six was depressed.

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n“Brother Lu, help me go to the Suzhen Restaurant and bring these herbs over.”

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nHan Muye walked to the door and handed a paper to Lu Gao.

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nThese were the list of herbs needed to refine the Cloud Qi Pill.

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nOver the past few days, he had exhausted all the Cloud Qi Pills in his body and wanted to refine them.

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nThose sword Qi were huge sources of spiritual energy.

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nLu Gao took the list and cupped his hands. “Senior Brother Han, don’t worry. I’ll definitely settle this matter.”

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nAfter Lu Gao went to get the herbs, Han Muye sat at the long table and narrowed his eyes slightly, familiarizing himself with the sword technique he had just comprehended.

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nSword techniques could only be improved by practicing them often.

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n“Is anyone there?”

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n“I came to return the sword.”

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nSuddenly, a voice came from the entrance of the Sword Pavilion.

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n‘Return the sword?’

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n‘Who else died?’

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nHan Muye looked up and saw a young man in an inner sect disciple’s white robe walking towards the Sword Pavilion with a calm expression.

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n“According to the rules of the Sword Pavilion, no one is allowed to enter unless they are receiving a sword.”

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n“Do you not know the rules, or are you not a disciple of my Nine Mystic Sword Sect at all?”

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nHan Muye stood up and spoke calmly.

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nThe white-robed disciple trembled and stopped in his tracks. He slowly retracted his steps and stood at the door with his sword in both hands.

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n“The inner sect disciple, Senior Brother Su Yang, has died. I’m here to deliver his sword.”

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nSu Yang!

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nThat sword!

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nThe image of the sword that had pierced into the green-clothed woman’s heart and the appearance of the eighth in the outer sect Ji Yuan, who had fallen off the cliff, came to Han Muye’s mind.

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nJi Yuan?

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nLooking up, Han Muye trembled slightly.

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nThe person holding the sword in front of him looked 80% similar to Ji Yuan!

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