Su Eighteen and Qi Thirteen were both young and valiant.

Lu Ten was a big man with a square face.

Song Nine was thin and had a graceful aura.

Li Three was a female cultivator with a long sword on her back. She looked ordinary and wore linen clothes, like a common swordsman.

However, Han Muye knew that a direct disciple of the Sword Sect could not be a common swordsman.

Those who could rank third among the direct disciples were definitely not ordinary swordsmen.

“Han Nineteen, is your cultivation over?” The square-faced Lu Ten grinned and said, “I just hunted a mountain beaver at the bottom of the valley. Let’s drink together.”

“Even the elders praised Song Nine’s skills.”

Whether it was Lu Ten, Song Nine, or the others, they all looked like ordinary villagers in this spiritual land.

Han Muye was also curious.

Shouldn’t this group of Nine Mystic Sword Sect elites be cultivating with all their might in such a spiritual land? They actually had the time to hunt?

For example, Elder Zhang Zhihe, who was standing not far away, looked like an old farmer who was leisurely planting flowers and grass.

“Alright, then I won’t stand on ceremony.” Han Muye smiled and walked out of the big house.

Watching them walk away slowly, Mu Eryi and the others in the distance looked envious.

Direct disciples.

Each of them was a direct disciple.

“This new 19th direct disciple is actually invited by five direct disciples. This is really…” The person who spoke shook his head gently.

He had never heard of such treatment.

“Hehe, if you spend 300,000 spiritual rocks in four hours, you’ll probably get an invitation from the direct disciple.” Mu Eryi laughed and turned around. “Who said earlier that he wanted to treat me to a meal?”

Birds of a feather flock together. A direct disciple was a direct disciple, and a legacy disciple was a legacy disciple.

The difference was like heaven and earth.

“Even the third direct descendant has come out of seclusion. I’m afraid this Han Nineteen is not only rich…” In the distance, someone muttered softly and turned to leave.

The small village of Spiritual Land became much livelier because of this new 19th direct disciple.

…

Over an earthen stove, the Song Nine who was wearing a bib was waving a spatula. Fragrance filled the air.

Su Eighteen and Qi Thirteen were tending to the fire skillfully. Flames rose and crackled.

Even the square-faced man, Lu Ten, was distributing bowls and chopsticks, and even whipped up a cold dish.

At a wooden table, only Han Muye and Li Three sat opposite each other.

“Ahem, Senior Sister Li Three, what can I do?” Han Muye turned his head to look around and asked awkwardly.

“Wash the dishes.” Li Three placed the sword on the table and flipped her palm. A small wine jar appeared.

“If I don’t get drunk later, you’ll be the one washing the dishes.”

After all, she was the third direct disciple of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect. It was not strange for her to have spare time.

Han Muye nodded, then said softly, “What if I get drunk?”

He was not much of a drinker.

He was just a good wine taster.

Previously, he got drunk and almost killed Lu Yuanshan with the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords.

“If you’re drunk, I’ll wash the dishes.”

Li Three slapped open the wine jar’s seal generously, and a rich wine fragrance wafted out.

This wine must be good.

Lu Ten placed the cold dish on the table and handed over the bowls and chopsticks.

Before Song Nine’s braised beaver meat was served, Li Three had already poured the wine.

“Come, have a drink.” Li Three raised her wine bowl and gestured to Han Muye.

That doesn’t seem right, does it? Han Muye thought.

He turned to look. The others were still busy.

“It’s fine. You guys drink first. I’ll just cook.” Song Nine, who was originally covered in immortal aura, was now only covered in oil.

After bringing a large plate of beaver meat to the table, Song Nine patted Han Muye’s shoulder. “Nineteen, drink with Third Sister first.”

It was difficult to refuse such kindness, so Han Muye picked up his wine bowl.

“Ha—”

Han Muye had just brought the wine bowl to his mouth when Li Three, who was opposite him, finished hers in one gulp. She let out a long breath of alcohol and then placed the wine bowl on the table.

Is she that forthright?

I can’t be a coward!

Han Muye raised his head and gulped down the wine in his bowl.

As soon as the wine entered his mouth, it turned hot and penetrated his chest.

The heat seemed to burn him up.

Even the sword qi in his divine treasures, Qi Sea, and dantian began to tremble.

“Good wine.”

“Delightful.”

Sensing the change in the sword qi, Han Muye let out a low cry.

The sword qi trembled and mixed, clearly becoming more agile.

This wine was a rare treasure.

Song Nine and the others turned their heads to take a look.

Li Three, who was sitting opposite him, also looked up at Han Muye and chuckled. “Since it’s good wine, let’s have another one.”

She raised her hand to grab the wine jar, but Han Muye had already reached out, grabbed the wine jar, and filled the two wine bowls.

“Third Sister, please.”

Previously, Song Nine had called Li Three ‘Third Sister’. Han Muye felt that this made them seem closer.

Li Three picked up the wine bowl again and downed it.

Han Muye looked at the fragrant beaver meat and green vegetables on the table and followed suit.

By the time Song Nine, Qi Thirteen, Su Thirteen, and the others were done and came over with two side dishes, Han Muye had already drunk five bowls.

After drinking the wine, he began to refine his sword qi.

At this moment, sword qi surrounded his body, and the sword intent in his sea of vital energy devoured the surrounding sword qi.

The three to five wisps of sword qi were stirred by the alcohol and condensed into a stream.

The sword qi in Han Muye’s dantian turned into a vortex and condensed bit by bit.

He could feel that these sword threads were much tougher than the previous sword qi.

Not only did the sword qi in his dantian nourish his soul, but the sword qi formed by his soul was also tempered.

Not enough!

Five bowls of wine could only condense half of his soul sword qi.

His eyes lit up. He reached out, picked up the remaining half of the wine jar, and drank it!

How could he let go of such an opportunity to condense his soul sword qi?

Lu Ten’s expression changed. Just as he was about to reach out to stop him, Li Three raised her hand to stop him.

“Third Sister, this Heartbreak Wine is not for fun…” Lu Ten turned to look at Li Three.

“That’s right. Back then, when I drank three bowls, most of my sword qi was eliminated,” Su Eighteen muttered with lingering fear.

Li Three stared at Han Muye, who poured the wine into his mouth. The sword qi in his body released its restraints and condensed to his heart’s content.

After refining the sword qi in his dantian and the sword intent in his sea of vital energy,

A sword intent blasted out, forming 128,000 sword qi.

This was a rare opportunity to condense sword qi.

In the divine treasure, the soul sword qi had already been condensed once, and then began to condense a second time.

Beams of divine light rose above him.

“Soul sword qi?” Looking at the divine light above Han Muye’s head, Li San’s expression froze and he whispered.

Song Nine was slightly stunned and said in a low voice, “In our Sword Sect, it seems that only the Sword Pavilion can condense soul sword qi?”

“No way. How can the Sword Pavilion have such…” Qi Thirteen looked up at Lu Ten and the others.

Aren’t there only sword caretakers in the Sword Pavilion?

Since when could a sword caretaker become a direct disciple of the sect?

“Boom—”

At this moment, the sword light above Han Muye’s head exploded. The soul sword qi fused with the sword light in his dantian’s sea of qi, turning into a faint sword shadow.

The Mystic Sun Technique condensed one’s essence and spirit into a sword, transforming into the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords!

As soon as this sword appeared, the surrounding spiritual energy spread out.

The dishes on the wooden table in front of them exploded from the spiritual energy and scattered around. Lu Ten, Song Nine, and the others hurriedly dodged.

Li Three raised her hand and swept the sword light in her palm, cutting down all the soup dishes that hit her.

A cold light flashed and the sword light dissipated. The sword qi on Han Muye’s body slowly dissipated.

Looking at the mess around him, Han Muye shook his head and smiled wryly. “Sorry, I’ll clean up.”

Lu Ten and the others nodded. They took the wine jars, bowls, and plates they had just snatched and walked out.

…

When Han Muye walked out of the kitchen, only Ten, Song Jiu, Eighteen, and Qi Thirteen were sitting around the stone table outside. Li Three was nowhere to be seen.

“Third Sister drank too much and has already gone back.” Seeing Han Muye looking over, Song Jiu smiled and said, “Third Sister’s alcohol tolerance is not high. Three bowls will be enough to knock her out.”

Three bowls are enough?

I’ve drunk five bowls just now, and I will down this bowl too?

Han Muye smiled and walked over to see that there were only bones and empty bowls left on the stone table.

And half a plate of peanuts.

“Han Nineteen, are you from the Sword Pavilion?”

Qi Shisan looked up at Han Muye and asked curiously.

They had been guessing when they saw the soul sword qi on Han Muye’s body.

Han Muye nodded and said, “My name is Han Muye, Sword Pavilion’s sword caretaker.”

Is he really a sword caretaker?

Lu Ten and the others looked at each other with strange expressions.

“Nineteen, um, sword caretaker, is it very profitable?” Su Eighteen leaned forward and asked in a low voice.

Previously, when Han Muye used 100,000 spiritual rocks to cultivate, he and Qi Thirteen were prepared to gather spiritual rocks to give to Han Muye.

However, when Han Muye used 300,000 spiritual rocks to cultivate, they immediately lost their temper.

Who could afford this?

If they really took out 300,000 spiritual rocks, they would go bankrupt.

Now that they heard Han Muye say that he was a sword caretaker, they were even more curious. Wasn’t a sword caretaker supposed to guard swords in the Sword Pavilion? How could he be as rich as Han Muye?

“Earn money?” Han Muye nodded and said, “It’s alright. With the help of our fellow disciples, we get paid for picking out swords.”

Choose a sword and get paid?

Could we earn as much as Han Muye with this?

“Are you good at choosing swords?” Song Nine asked curiously.

“I’m alright.” Han Muye sat on the stone bench and picked up two peanuts to eat.

“Haha, then you have to help me choose a good sword. I’m just about to change my sword.” Su Eighteen raised his hand and placed a narrow sword on the stone table.

“Take a look and see what kind of sword I’m suitable for.”

This was obviously a test.

Han Muye reached out and gently pressed his hand on the sword.

The sword had an owner, so he could not absorb the sword qi inside, nor could he probe the memories in the sword. However, he instantly understood the basic information of the long sword.

“The sword is three and a half feet long and weighs five pounds per coin. There are blood grooves on both sides of the blade, leaving a sharp edge.

It was refined with melted light spiritual iron. The wind speed spirit pattern engraved on the sword makes it a fast sword.”

At this point, Han Muye paused slightly and looked up. “Brother Eighteen, are you a left-handed swordsman?”

Su Eighteen looked at him, his expression turning from calm to a smile.

“Good lord, that’s impressive.”

“With this standard, you can easily make a killing by critiquing swords.”

“No wonder you have such a fortune.”

Just by touching the sword, he could detect all kinds of information about the sword.

That was not all. The key was that he could say that Su Eighteen used a left-handed sword.

Such methods were brilliant.

“Make money?” Han Muye shook his head and said, “I don’t rely on this to make money.

I know how to refine pills.”

Refine pills?

Song Nine and the others looked at him and sized him up.

Is he still a sword caretaker?

“By the way, Third Sister’s wine was really good just now. Did she brew it herself?” Han Muye didn’t look at Song Nine and the others’ expressions. He reached out and grabbed a handful of peanuts, then asked curiously.

Hearing his words, Lu Ten shook his head and said, “You mean that Heartbreak Wine? Eldest Deng brewed it.”

“He said that he would be back from the Northern Region by the time Third Sister finished her wine.”

Eldest Deng?

Northern region?

Heartbreak Wine?

There’s a story!

Han Muye’s eyes lit up.

I’m really not gossiping. I’m just curious.