“The third level of the Blue Wave Sword Technique?” Han Muye whispered.

There was a third level of the Blue Wave Sword Technique.

The third level involved sword intent.

Unlike his initial guess, the Blue Wave Sword Technique was still too low-level, and there was no comprehension of sword momentum in the third level.

This was what Han Muye had experienced after deducing the Blue Wave Sword Technique.

In the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, sword techniques that involved sword momentum were at least at the Fifth Mystic Level.

Among the Four Mystic Sword Techniques, only a small portion could fuse with the power of other sword techniques and condense sword momentum.

Even the Fifth Mystic Sword Technique needed to fuse with power.

The Prairie Fire Sword Technique of the Fire Lineage required the power of wind.

Tuoba Cheng’s Earth Lineage White Tiger Sword Momentum also leveraged the growth of body tempering cultivation techniques to condense the sword momentum.

Seeing that Han Muye was deep in thought, Yang Shao raised his hand and took out a light yellow book.

“Senior Brother, this is my book of missions that I completed. It’s worth 90 merit points.

That’s all I can spare now.’

Yang Shao took a deep breath and whispered.

Han Muye glanced at the mission book but did not take it.

“Senior Brother, my master went down the mountain to fight at the Wind Spirit Sword Sect’s encampment. Most of the disciples of the Three Lake Pavilion went.

When it’s my turn, I’ll be able to earn merits.

Senior Brother, tell me what price you need. When I return to the mountain, I’ll give the merit points to you.”

Yang Shao held the mission book and said in a low voice with an anxious expression.

He couldn’t not be anxious.

His plans could not keep up with change.

Back then, his master, the Three Lake Pavilion’s Elder Xu Haosheng, had said that he would take him in as his final disciple. As long as he comprehended the third level of the Blue Wave Sword Technique in three years, he would fight for a legacy for him.

That was an investment that placed value on his comprehension.

But now that the war had begun, combat strength was the most important.

In the Three Lake Pavilion, Su Yunsheng’s combat strength was powerful and he was the best. He had earned a lot of merit and prestige for the Three Lake Pavilion.

Xu Haosheng had a change in attitude and he was prepared to recommend Su Yunsheng as a legacy disciple.

Yang Shao could not bear to give up this position.

Legacy disciples had the chance to enter the spiritual land to cultivate.

The kinds of resources there were not available to inner sect disciples.

“It’s not a matter of merit points.” Han Muye shook his head and looked at Yang Shao. He said softly, “The third level of the Blue Wave Realm has returned to an ancient calm state, and there are drastic changes in the waves.

Only when you experience the state of mind at that moment will you comprehend it.”

After saying that, he reached out and flipped open a book on the bookshelf. He carefully read the introduction of the cultivation technique in it and ignored Yang Shao.

“It’s calm, but the waves are surging?

Is—is this possible?”

Yang Shao’s expression changed. He cupped his hands at Han Muye, put away the mission book, and turned to leave.

He believed that Han Muye would not lie to him.

And there was no need to lie to him.

Perhaps, it was really just that his state of mind was not enough and he could not comprehend the third level of the Blue Wave Realm.

His opportunity had not arrived.

Cultivation was like that.

Han Muye continued to flip through the book at an extremely fast speed.

Golden Sun Technique?

Opening a book, Han Muye’s eyes lit up.

This cultivation technique was a blazing cultivation technique that condensed spiritual energy into a blazing sun.

Unlike the Fire Lineage cultivation method, this cultivation method corresponded to the sun that was the source of life.

This cultivation technique was vast and mighty, and was very useful for refining meridians.

He took the blank cultivation technique and walked to the green-robed deacon who was receiving him. Han Muye handed it over.

Golden Sun Technique?

The deacon shook his head and said in a low voice, “This cultivation technique is incomplete. It’s an ancient cultivation technique.

You’d better change it.”

Ancient?

Han Muye chuckled. “Let me fix it first.”

Let’s pursue this ancient technique, he thought.

Seeing that Han Muye was insistent, the green-robed deacon took out a jade token and said, “You can issue a performance mission. Not many people have cultivated this technique, so you have to be mentally prepared.

If there’s really no one to perform it, go to the library and read the cultivation technique directly.

But in that case, how much you can comprehend will depend on yourself.”

No one explained the method and he could only read the ancient books. It really depended on his comprehension.

For most cultivators, cultivating like this with the time spent comprehending the cultivation technique and the various difficulties encountered in the process of deducing the technique was a headache.

Han Muye took the jade token and walked straight to the corresponding quiet room. Then he entered the instructions on the jade wall.

“Room 38, requesting to perform the Golden Sun Technique. Reward: 100 merit points.”

A hundred merit points and ten thousand spiritual rocks. This cultivation technique was considered expensive among seventh-grade cultivation techniques.

As expected, no one accepted the mission for a long time.

It seemed that there really weren’t many people cultivating it.

Just as Han Muye was about to give up on issuing the mission and see when he could go to the library to read up on the cultivation technique, a spiritual light flashed on the stone wall in front of him.

The mission had been accepted.

A moment later, a middle-aged man in a white robe walked into the quiet room.

Han Muye knew him.

Shen Muyang, an elite disciple of the Fire Lineage.

Back then, it was this person who sought sword techniques on behalf of his master.

“You want to cultivate the Golden Sun Technique?” Shen Muyang looked at Han Muye and asked in a deep voice.

Today, Han Muye was not wearing a robe and mask to hide his identity, so Shen Muyang naturally did not know that the person in front of him was his big creditor.

Han Muye nodded.

“The Golden Sun Technique has been passed down since ancient times, and the cultivation technique is incomplete. It’s not easy to cultivate it. Do you know this?” Shen Muyang saw Han Muye nod and spoke again.

Han Muye said softly, “I know.”

The mask that concealed his identity could change his voice. At this moment, Han Muye’s voice did not change. It was completely different from before.

Shen Muyang did not sense Han Muye’s identity at all. He just nodded and said, “Alright, I’ll show you the cultivation formula and the cultivation process of this cultivation technique.”

With that, he shook his body and sat cross-legged in midair. Then he spoke in a low voice.

“Hiding the power of profound essence, strengthening the three yangs.

The spirit of the Nine Heavens sank into the valley and turned into a jade forest…”

An image of his meridians circulating appeared in Han Muye’s mind.

Spiritual energy poured from the top of his head and gathered in his dantian through his meridians.

The speed and amount of spiritual energy circulated by the Golden Sun Technique was more than several times that of other cultivation techniques.

He comprehended the Golden Sun Technique.

When Shen Muyang finished explaining the cultivation technique, Han Muye had already comprehended it.

“I’ll explain it to you twice more. Remember, don’t cultivate the Golden Sun Technique for more than half an hour a day.

Otherwise, if the Blazing Sun Flame burns your meridians, it will roll back the spiritual energy in your dantian and cause your cultivation to dissipate.”

Shen Muyang looked at Han Muye and started explaining again.

It was almost an hour before Shen Muyang left.

Before he left, he instructed Han Muye to carefully control the amount of spiritual energy he absorbed.

Seeing Shen Muyang take away the spiritual rocks worth a hundred merit points, Han Muye smiled bitterly.

Who’s the creditor?

However, Patriarch Tao Ran was living in the Sword Pavilion now. If he revealed his identity and asked for the 1,000 merit points that Su Yuan owed, Patriarch Tao Ran would probably chase him and ask him how he learned Prairie Fire Technique.

Han Muye did not want outsiders to know that he had comprehended a cultivation technique from a sword.

It was just 1,000 merit points, but he owed it to him for nothing, and there was no interest. He really felt a little indignant…

He turned to look at the jade wall. There was still a mission on it to find the Prairie Fire Sword Technique.

Han Muye knew that Shen Muyang was looking for him to return the 1,000 merit points.

“Eh?”

The missions on the jade wall flipped, and one of them stunned him.

“Room 105, requesting for the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords. Reward: 10 spiritual rocks.”

Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords.

The legend of the 10,000 Swords Elder spread in the sect, and the cultivation of this cultivation technique also caused a wave for a period of time.

However, no one mastered it.

Back when Mo Yuan was in the Sword Sect, he had taught many people the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords.

There were also legends about him in the building.

But now, everyone was dumbfounded when they learned the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords.

The people who were performing it and those learning it were dumbfounded.

He faced forward and pointed. Then he shouted, “Have you learned it?”

The Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords?

No wonder the price was only ten spiritual rocks.

If he set the price too high, he would probably be beaten.

Han Muye looked at the mission on the jade wall and hesitated for a moment.

He did not change his clothes to hide his identity and walked straight to Room 105.

When he arrived at the quiet room, he pushed open the door and saw a young man in a green robe.

Outer sect disciple.

This was the Inner Sect Demonstration Building. Very few outer sect disciples came here.

The main thing was that even if it was a body tempering technique, the cheapest one, Iron Bull Strength, required 80 spiritual rocks.

How long would it take for an outer sect disciple to accumulate so many spiritual rocks?

If he had the time to deduct spiritual rocks, he might as well cultivate properly and cultivate the outer sect cultivation techniques. It was only right for him to quickly reach the peak of the Essence Cultivation Realm and step into the inner sect.

“You’re the one who wants to cultivate the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords?”

Han Muye looked at the young man.

“Zhou Wen greets Senior Brother.” The young man was a little reserved. He bowed to Han Muye and handed over 10 spiritual rocks.

It seemed like this was the first time he was here.

“Are you a new disciple of the sect?

Has the sect been recruiting new disciples recently?

Han Muye did not take the spiritual rocks, but spoke calmly.

“Senior Brother, Patriarch Zhou Yan is my granduncle.” The young man sorted out his words and said in a low voice, “My granduncle died for the sect, and the sect chose a few juniors from the Zhou family to join.”

It turned out to be the junior disciple of Zhou Yan, the deacon of the Sword Battle Hall.

Back then, Zhou Yan’s sword was personally sent to the second floor of the Sword Pavilion by Han Muye.

Speaking of which, he wondered how Qin Yuanhe, who had caused Zhou Yan to lose his life, was doing now.

Han Muye knew that he hadn’t killed him with a single strike. After he was taken away by the sect, he didn’t know what to do.

“The Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords is a sword cultivation technique that encompasses thousands of sword techniques.

It can’t be cultivated without great perseverance and determination.

Do you really want to cultivate this technique?”

Han Muye put his hands behind his back and spoke calmly.

Hearing Han Muye’s words, Zhou Wen nodded and said in a low voice, “Among the juniors of my Zhou family, only three have cultivation aptitude, and they all have ninth-grade spiritual roots.”

My aptitude is the worst among the three.

If I don’t cultivate the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords, I don’t know when I can reach the Foundation Establishment realm and rebuild the Zhou family’s reputation.

Senior Brother, please teach me.”

Zhou Wen bowed solemnly to Han Muye and held the ten spiritual rocks with both hands.

Han Muye nodded and said lightly, “Alright, then I’ll teach you the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords.”

He put one hand behind his back and raised the other. He slowly extended it forward and stabbed out with his fingers.

“This sword technique was created by the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s number one outer sect disciple, Mo Yuan.

With Mo Yuan’s great perseverance of not reaching the Qi Condensation Realm for 200 years, he studied all the outer sect sword techniques. He fused thousands of sword techniques into one sword and transformed them into 10,000 swords.

This sword technique doesn’t require high aptitude or high comprehension.

This sword technique is for the ordinary sword cultivators of the world to split open a heaven-reaching Great Dao.

This is the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords.”

Han Muye muttered to himself as the scene of Mo Yuan teaching him the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords flashed through his mind.

At this moment, his comprehension was different.

How did Mo Yuan feel when he taught Han Muye swordsmanship?

Helpless?

Happy?

Sad?

Resolute?

Han Muye pointed his finger forward. There was no sword qi or spiritual energy surging in his body. But it was as if he was standing at the end of a 10,000-foot cloud, reaching out to cover the sky.

This sword cut through the sky!

Zhou Wen, who was standing in front of him, widened his eyes and trembled.

What he saw was like a 10,000-foot-long sword that covered the sky and came slashing down!

Ancestral Return, 10,000 Swords!