Chapter 105 - The sword spirit of the Nine Mystic Sword

The Heaven Realm had escaped!

In front of countless disciples of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, the Heaven Realm cultivator and the sect master of the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect had fled.

This sudden change in the situation was really unexpected.

A Heaven Realm expert was actually injured by a sword 3,000 miles away from the Nine Mystic Mountain and fled for his life?

The fourth Heaven Realm expert of the Western Frontier was actually defeated by the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s Sect Master with a condensed sword strike outside the Nine Mystic Mountain and fled with heavy injuries.

After that day, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect would be the only sect below the Heaven Realm in the Western Frontier!

“For 300 years, the glory of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect has returned—”

Jin Ze’s eyes were filled with tears as he roared.

The Nine Mystic Sword Sect had endured humiliation and suffered for 300 years. It was finally the day!

He, Jin Ze, had wasted 200 years. His Dao path had been severed, and he had finally achieved something great for the Nine Mystic Sword Sect!

“Today, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect will slay a Heaven Realm expert!”

Slaying a Heaven Realm!

Everyone in the Nine Mystic Sword Sect looked extremely proud.

Slaying a Heaven Realm with all their powers!

“Slaying a Heaven Realm!”

“Slaying a Heaven Realm!”

All the Earth Realm experts flew up and formed a sword array. They followed behind Sect Master Jin Ze and chased after the people from the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect.

In that day’s battle, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect would rise to a higher rank!

Seeing the experts of the sect chasing after the enemy, the disciples of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect below were all fired up.

Lin Shen looked at Huang Six in front of the carriage and whispered, “Brother, you’re awesome.”

Beside him, Lu Gao, who had a wooden staff in one hand, grinned.

Around the carriage, countless disciples looked at Huang Six with burning eyes.

The person who had turned the tide in this battle was this Sword Caretaker that few people knew!

“His name is Huang Six. He’s the Sword Pavilion’s Sword Caretaker.” A disciple looked at Huang Six and whispered excitedly to his fellow disciples.

“Shh, his name is Huang Zhenxiong. You should call him Senior Brother Zhenxiong.”

“We have to treat Brother respectfully in the future.”

“That’s right. Brother used his cultivation to transform into a shocking sword and helped our Nine Mystic Sword Sect turn the tables. From now on, Brother will be my closest brother.”

…

Huang Six had a strange expression on his face.

Just now, the sword Qi condensed from his soul had fused with the sword above Sect Master Jin Ze’s head. He really seemed to have formed a huge sword. The sword light shone and could cut through the world.

But he knew his own strength.

Not to mention injuring a Heaven Realm expert, his sword Qi was not even enough to tickle a Heaven Realm expert.

How could he help the sect master injure the sect master of the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect, a Heaven Realm cultivator?

Unconsciously, he turned to look at Han Muye, who was sitting cross-legged on the carriage frame.

At this moment, Han Muye’s face was pale, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

“Boom—”

In the distant sky, a roar sounded.

With one strike, the mountains and rivers were split open.

Zhang Cheng fled first. The few half-step Heaven Realm experts behind him had nowhere to escape. They could only turn around and work together to catch the sword light before vomiting blood and retreating.

Only at this moment did the magnificent sword slowly turn into nothingness.

A hundred breaths had passed.

Han Muye trembled and slowly opened his eyes.

“Brother?”

In front of him, Huang Six approached with a puzzled expression.

“Brother, your body is quite weak…”

‘Weak?’

Could he not be weak?

The sword condensed with his soul was depleted, and even Han Muye’s soul was affected, so he had almost collapsed.

At this moment, his muscles and bones were aching and his head hurt.

The entire divine spot was empty.

“Kid, are you alright?” The Sword Pavilion Elder, who was also pale, stepped forward and looked at Han Muye.

He naturally knew that Han Muye had used up a lot of energy. It might affect the stability of his soul and cause his body to collapse.

Patriarch Tao Ran, who had also followed him, looked at Han Muye, then turned to look at Huang Six, who was squeezed to the front of the carriage, and patted his shoulder.

“Good lad. Not bad.”

‘Not bad?’

Huang Six blushed and nodded.

He didn’t know how he was not bad.

Han Muye, who was sitting cross-legged on the carriage, looked at the Sword Pavilion Elder and chuckled. “Elder, do you still need me to pass a message to that Senior Xiao Yueli for you?”

His words made the Sword Pavilion Elder’s face stiffen, and a rare blush appeared on his pale face.

“Rascal…”

Before the Sword Pavilion Elder could finish cursing, Han Muye spat out a mouthful of blood. The sword Qi on his body intertwined and exploded. He fell onto the carriage frame and fainted.

When Han Muye woke up, he was already in the quiet room in the Sword Pavilion.

“Han, Senior Brother Han is awake.”

A 13 or 14-year-old boy said softly, then turned and ran out.

“Grandpa Gao, Grandpa Tao, Senior Brother Han is awake—”

The boy’s voice echoed through the Sword Pavilion.

A moment later, Lu Gao, who was holding a wooden stick, and Lin Shen, who was carrying a sword, rushed into the quiet room.

Then, the Sword Pavilion Elder and Patriarch Tao Ran walked in.

“Elder, how long have I been asleep?”

Han Muye felt that his head was still a little heavy. He looked at the Sword Pavilion elder and asked softly.

“A month and seven days.” The Sword Pavilion elder looked at Han Muye and said softly, “I thought you wouldn’t wake up again.”

One month and seven days.

Han Muye nodded.

He hadn’t expected to be so badly hurt.

“It’s good that you’re awake.” Lin Shen and Lu Gao were both excited.

Han Muye looked at Lu Gao, whose eyes were covered by the black veil, and whispered, “Brother Lu, your injuries…”

Lu Gao grinned and said, “It’s fine. I can still eat and drink. Brother said that I can retire in the Sword Pavilion in the future.”

Han Muye nodded.

“Brother has been invited to a banquet by Elder Liu from the inner sect. Do you want to tell him that Senior Brother Han has woken up?” The boy who had shouted just now stuck his head out from the door of the quiet room and asked.

Han Muye turned to look at the boy, his eyes cold and his body trembling.

The boy was holding a snow-white fox and it was looking up at him.

Han Muye did not come back to his senses until the child left with the little fox.

“Elder, where did he and it come from?”

Han Muye looked at the Sword Pavilion elder.

“Gao Xiaoxuan, this kid is a distant relative of the Sword Pavilion’s elder. The elder specially brought him here to take care of you.”

Leaning on the wooden stick, Lu Gao, who was covered in a black veil, was not dispirited from losing his eyes. His voice was still loud and clear.

“This kid is pretty good. He’s hardworking and sensible.”

Lu Gao seemed to like the child.

“Gao Xiaoxuan?” After Lu Gao and Lin Shen walked out to continue guarding the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye looked at the Sword Pavilion elder.

“Can’t you guess it?” The Sword Pavilion Elder waved his hand and sat in front of Han Muye’s long table.

The room was only so big, and there was only one wooden chair. Patriarch Tao Ran, who came with him, could only stand.

Han Muye’s body was still sore and weak. He raised his head and nodded at Patriarch Tao Ran, then whispered, “Patriarch, is this the sword spirit of the Nine Mystic Sword?”

There was a spirit in the sword.

In fact, artifact-level swords had already nurtured to form sword spirits.

However, even if it was a high-grade spiritual artifact, the sword spirit’s intelligence was not high and was no different from an ordinary little beast.

After nurturing it for a long time, it could communicate with the sword owner telepathically, but it was still impossible to make complex interactions.

When it came to artifacts, the sword spirit’s intelligence and soul were not inferior to humans. It could even transform into a human form and cultivate on its own.

The little kid Gao Xiaoxuan that Han Muye saw was clearly a body condensed from a sword spirit.

The reason why he could tell was because he had cultivated the Sword Pavilion’s Sword Condensing Technique.

Otherwise, he would probably treat Gao Xiaoxuan as a distant relative of Elder Gao like Lu Gao and the others.

“The sect master lured Tu Sunshi of the Tai Yi Sword Sect here. I originally wanted to use the Nine Mystic Sword as a reward and ask him to deal with the sect master of the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect, Zhang Cheng.”

“If you want to take the Nine Mystic Sword, you have to destroy the great demon.”

“In order to avoid calamity, the soul of a great demon escaped and condensed into a white fox. The Nine Mystic Sword’s sword spirit transformed into a child.”

“The two of them were already there when we returned to the Sword Pavilion.”

“It’s just that the sword spirit was a little dimwitted. That little beast completely gave up its 10,000 years of cultivation and memories and the two of them got along well.”

“Sect Master said that the demon suppressed by the sword was ruthless. Isn’t the Nine Mystic Sword also ruthless?” Patriarch Tao Ran sighed softly.

The great demon did it to prevent extermination by Tu Sunshi, and the Nine Mystic Sword did it to prevent being taken away.

One gave up its 10,000-year-old true body and memories, while the other removed itself from its sword body.

Han Muye was confused.

That great demon’s soul coming out probably had something to do with him, right?

Chapter end