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nWhen he saw Instructor Lin Shen again, Han Muye almost did not recognize him.

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nThe tall, strong, and heroic-looking Instructor Lin was now thin and unshaven. His eyes were sunken and his cheekbones were protruding.

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nThe martial suit on him seemed too large as if he was about to float.

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n“Instructor Lin, you…”

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nHan Muye felt a little guilty.

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nIf not for him being a busybody, Instructor Lin would still be Instructor Lin. He would draw his sword and shatter rocks.

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nBut a few words from him had destroyed his Dao heart and destroyed the Dao that he had persisted on for so many years.

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nAlthough he knew that Lin Shen’s Dao heart would still be destroyed after swinging his sword thousands of times, he could still immerse himself in it for a few more years, right?

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n“Hehe, I don’t blame you.” Lin Shen laughed, and a hint of color appeared on his shriveled face.

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n“I just came to talk to you.”

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nLin Shen smelled of alcohol.

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nHan Muye looked around, stepped out of the Sword Pavilion, and then sat on the stone steps.

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nAccording to the rules of the Sword Pavilion, no one was s allowed to enter unless they were receiving a sword.

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nLin Shen sat beside him.

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n“Really, I don’t blame you.”

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n“I know. It was just a foolish thought.”

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nLin Shen sighed softly and looked into the distance.

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n“I only used this method to stop myself from thinking too much.”

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nHan Muye nodded and said, “Instructor Lin, who told you this cultivation method?”

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nThis method was not only a method of bitter cultivation, but also a torture to the mind.

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nThe key was that Lin Shen was not a fool.

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nWhat kind of person’s words would make him believe them?

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nEven if his master told him, he might not believe him completely.

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nHe remembered that Lin Shen, Xu Ming, and Zhao Pu were all from the same sect. Lin Shen should also be a disciple of Three Stones House.

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nTuoba Cheng was a generous person. He probably wouldn’t let Lin Shen cultivate any methods to wield a million swords.

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n“It’s my big brother.”

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nLin Shen directly answered.

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n“You’ve only been in the sect for a short time, so you don’t know my big brother Lin Chongxiao’s reputation.”

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n“The master at Three Stones House still doesn’t have a direct disciple because of my big brother.”

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nLin Shen’s voice was low as he said softly, “Back then, my big brother entered the inner sect as the number one outer sect disciple. He took up a challenge of 12 matches in a day and entered the top 100 of the inner sect.”

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n“Master took him in as a direct disciple and said that within ten years, he will be nurtured into a direct disciple of the Earth-type lineage.”

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nDirect disciples were qualified to become sect elders.

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nAs expected, every direct disciple would step into the Earth Realm.

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nAmong the five lineages of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, it was rare for one to become a direct disciple.

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n“Then, your big brother…” Han Muye said softly,” Has he become a direct disciple? ”

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nAlthough there were some things that were not easy to ask, he still had to ask.

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nHow could Han Muye not have heard of the famous direct disciple?

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nIf he hadn’t heard of it, he naturally didn’t become one.

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n“12 years ago, during the battle in the Blazing Demon Valley, our Sword Sect surpassed the Great Spiritual Sword Sect and became the third of the four major sword sects.”

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n“Master Tuoba Cheng used his phenomenal sword intent to slash open the mountain and injure the Great Elder of the Blazing Demon Valley, Hu Taisheng, and killed Qin Ci, the elder who had the highest chance of becoming a Golden Core cultivator of the Great Spiritual Sword Sect.”

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nA glow flashed in Lin Shen’s eyes.

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nHan Muye seemed to have witnessed the image of countless sword cultivators charging forward, the sword light shattering the sky and the mountains and rivers.

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nThey cultivated in that heavenly secret.

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nThis heavenly secret was obtained from the sword in his palm.

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nThey had to compete with others and the heavens.

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n“In that battle, our Sword Sect lost three Earth Realm deacon elders and seven direct disciples.”

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n“Master’s sword intent has been greatly damaged and has not recovered for 12 years.”

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n“My big brother, he is one of the seven direct disciples who died.”

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nThe muscles on Lin Shen’s face twitched, and tears flickered in the corners of his eyes.

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nSuppressing his grief, he took a deep breath.

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n“At that time, I was in front of Big Brother. He asked Master to take me in as his disciple.”

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n“Then he told me to swing my sword a million times and shatter the mountains.”

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nPlacing the large sword diagonally across his knees, Lin Shen rubbed his palm on the hilt of the scabbard.

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n“My aptitude is far inferior to Big Brother’s…”

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n“I only want to cultivate all the way until I reach the realm Big Brother mentioned.”

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nAt this point, he shook his head and chuckled. “Brother Han, thank you for enlightening me.”

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n“I should have resigned myself to my fate.”

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nThen he stood up and looked up at the words “Sword Pavilion” above his head.

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n“I’m not doing sword cultivation anymore.”

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n“Back then, I brought this big brother’s sword out of the Sword Pavilion. Now, I’m returning it.”

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nReluctantly, he stroked the sword again. Holding it with both hands, he handed it to Han Muye.

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nHan Muye stood up and pondered for a moment before taking the sword.

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nHe reached out and grabbed the sword he had once held. With a clang, he pulled it out.

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n“The sword is undamaged and carefully maintained.”

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n“I’ve received a sword from a disciple of the Sword Sect.”

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nLin Shen’s gaze fell on the sword. Then he took a deep breath and turned to leave.

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n“Instructor Lin, if you don’t continue with sword cultivation, where will you go from here?”

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nHan Muye asked.

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n“I’m returning home.”

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n“My little sister’s cultivation talent is better than mine. I’d better go home and carry on the family line and be a rich man.”

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nLin Shen swayed and strode away.

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nKnowing that he had disappeared into the mountain path, Han Muye turned around.

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nStanding at the entrance of the Sword Pavilion, Lu Gao’s gaze landed on the sword in Han Muye’s hand.

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n“Senior Brother Han, I’ve heard the story of Lin Chongxiao.”

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n“The Three Stones’ Green Tiger has a very good reputation.”

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nHan Muye nodded.

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nLu Gao carefully glanced at Han Muye’s expression and said in a low voice, “Sometimes, one has to resign themselves to fate when it comes to cultivation.”

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n“I’ve never thought of becoming an outer sect disciple in my life.”

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nHe opened his mouth and pressed his hand to his chest. “I just want to earn more. When I’m older, I’ll go down the mountain, get married, and have a few children. Then I’ll let them go up the mountain to cultivate.”

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nHan Muye looked up at him.

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n“Well, Senior Brother Han, you have a great opportunity and great talent. You will definitely have a smooth path.” Thinking of how Han Muye could not become a disciple of the Sword Sect because of his lack of talent, Lu Gao quickly changed his words.

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nCompared to his aptitude, Han Muye might not be as high as him.

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nIf he had given up, what about Han Muye?

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n“Brother Lu, cultivation is not difficult,” Han Muye said softly. Then, without waiting for Lu Gao’s answer, he walked straight into the Sword Pavilion.

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nWith the sword in his hand, he walked deeper into where the wooden swords were placed.

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nAlthough this sword was not a spiritual artifact, it was a heavy sword that contained a lot of spiritual materials.

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nHe walked to an empty wooden shelf and placed the sword on it.

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nLooking at this heavy sword, Han Muye seemed to see a young sword cultivator with soaring sword Qi sweeping through the outer sect and entering the top 100 of inner sect.

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nHe watched as this young man shone with his talents and died in a bloody battle.

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nUnconsciously, Han Muye’s palm landed on the hilt of his sword.

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nImages came to him.

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nThe burly Instructor Lin waved his sword and slashed with all his might.

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nThe Mystic Origin Sword Technique Rock Shattering.

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nMystic One Sword Technique, Mountain Crusher.

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nHan Muye had seen this scene before.

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nGripping the hilt tightly, sword Qi poured into his sea of Qi.

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n“Hum—”

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nThe sword vibrated.

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nA streak of sword Qi.

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nTen streaks.

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n100 streaks.

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n1,000 streaks!

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n“Boom—”

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nThe image in Han Muye’s mind suddenly exploded. Then, a young man holding a large sword stood there.

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n“I’m Lin Chongxiao. Greetings, Fellow Daoist.”

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