He turned around and saw a few young members of the Mu family leading a few people in white robes by the peony garden.

Mu Ziyu, who had received Han Muye and the others, was also there.

Beside Mu Ziyu was a young man wearing a golden crown. He was slender and had a faint arrogance on his face.

“Young Master Chang Ming!” someone whispered.

“Young Master Chang Ming, is he that Young Master Chang Ming who is on par with Eldest Young Master?”

“Did the patriarch say that Young Master Chang Ming can become a master of alchemy within a hundred years?”

Han Muye felt that the cultivation world had its own circles.

Among sword cultivators, he respected one sword cultivator the most.

The number one sword cultivator in the Western Frontier, Master Tu Sun, had an unparalleled status among sword cultivators.

There were also a few famous young experts in the Sword Dao in the Western Frontier.

However, Han Muye really didn’t pay attention to them.

There were also many famous people in the Alchemy Dao.

Han Muye wasn’t paying attention either.

“I heard that Senior Mu Chunhui and the Southern Wilderness Alchemy Dao expert used a fifth-grade pill to subdue a wood-type demon.”

Chang Ming looked at the pink and white flower bed in front of him and sighed.

“That wood-type demon gave Senior Mu his natal flower branch and he became a legend in alchemy.”

At this point, Chang Ming turned to look at Mu Ziyu and the others. “As alchemists, we should have the righteousness and magnanimity of Senior Mu.”

The foreign alchemist traveling with him nodded.

The people from the Mu family smiled.

People should lift each other up.

What Chang Ming had just said was one of the things that the Mu family’s patriarch was most proud of in his life.

“Sister Mu Wan, quick, let’s go and pay our respects to Young Master Chang Ming.” A woman in a pink dress walked over and said excitedly.

There were also a few equally excited female cultivators beside her.

Hearing the female cultivator’s words, Mu Wan shook her head and turned to look at Han Muye. “I’ll accompany Senior Brother Han to take a look at the flower bed. I won’t go over.”

“Sister Yuhe, you guys go ahead.”

The female cultivators turned around and looked at Han Muye.

“His appearance isn’t bad, but his cultivation doesn’t look high.”

“Without the Pill Qi around him, he probably doesn’t have much talent in alchemy.”

“I’ve never seen him before, nor have I heard of any young alchemy expert surnamed Han among the guests.”

The female cultivators lowered their voices as they discussed Han Muye.

“Silly girl, there aren’t many opportunities to see Young Master Chang Ming. Are you really not going?” A female cultivator reached out and grabbed Mu Wan’s arm.

“That’s right. Young Master Chang Ming is one of the most dazzling alchemists among the younger generation of the Western Frontier. Don’t miss this opportunity.” Another person turned around and whispered.

“My Mu family is an alchemy family, and all our friends are alchemy experts. I’ve never heard of Senior Brother Han, so how can he compare to Young Master Chang Ming?”

The female cultivator who spoke first turned her head and looked at Mu Wan.

Not far away, Chang Ming and the others were already looking over.

They were all cultivators, so how could they not hear the voices here?

Moreover, with a few female cultivators gathered here, they naturally attracted attention.

Mu Wan smiled and shook her head. She pulled her arm back and walked to Han Muye’s side. “Senior Brother Han, let’s go.”

Han Muye nodded, and the two of them turned to leave.

“This girl is actually so arrogant just because she became a core disciple in Linghua Pavilion and gained power,” a female cultivator in pink said in a low voice with a cold expression.

“Hmph, what’s there to be proud of? The true elites of my Mu family stay in the clan and are released to the various sects. Does she really think she’s something?”

“Let’s go see Young Master Chang Ming.”

On the other side, Chang Ming narrowed his eyes and looked at Han Muye and Mu Wan’s backs. He pretended to be indifferent and said, “Is that also a fellow Daoist from the Mu family? Why don’t we exchange our alchemy skills?”

Hearing his words, Mu Ziyu shook her head and said, “Among our Mu family’s peers, his aptitude and talent are not outstanding. He’s probably afraid that he won’t be able to compare to Brother Chang.

In alchemy cultivation, comprehension talent is the most important. Some people spend their entire lives running in circles.”

Chang Ming nodded and chuckled.

Beside him, a young man in a white robe with a golden belt around his waist said, “Speaking of alchemy cultivators who can’t improve for the rest of their lives, I really met one just now.

Back then, that person once said in front of the Little Alchemy Pavilion that he would definitely enter it.

In the end, he only refined one pill in the past hundred years. Not only did he neglect his cultivation, but his talent in alchemy was also exhausted.”

Hearing the young man’s words, everyone around him had strange expressions.

“Brother He Shu, are you talking about Jiang Ming from the Jade Forest Valley?” Mu Ziyu shook her head with a mocking expression.

“A hundred years ago, he was still known as the alchemy cultivator with the most potential among his peers. Unfortunately, he had a blinkered way of thinking.”

“I heard that he even thought about using sword qi to refine pills in the end.”

“That’s ridiculous.”

They all shook their heads and laughed.

Alchemy was not something that could be done with brute force.

Studying alchemy was a gradual process, an accumulation, a combination of comprehension and talent.

Only those who cultivated the Dao of alchemy were the smartest.

“Let’s go somewhere else.” Mu Ziyu raised her hand and led everyone away slowly.

Many disciples of the Mu family quietly followed.

Han Muye and Mu Wan did not go to places with good scenery. They just walked together and chatted in low voices about cultivation and alchemy.

Han Muye told him about the interesting things that happened in the Sword Pavilion, about the friendship between Sixth Brother Huang and Sixth Sister-in-law.

Mu Wan was extremely touched.

Han Muye was not a talkative person. He did not know how to make up stories.

However, he saw that Mu Wan’s eyes were filled with tears when he mentioned Huang Six and Lu Qingping making sacrifices.

“Senior Brother Han, you must help Sixth Brother and Sixth Sister-in-law.

They’ll get together, surely.”

Mu Wan clenched her fists and bit her lip.

Han Muye nodded.

“Senior Brother, these are the spiritual herbs I found. You can use them.

While my great-grandfather is happy this time, if you can ask him to help you refine a lifespan-extending pill, you won’t have to worry about your lifespan for the time being.

I’ll definitely cultivate well and try to help you resolve your lifespan.”

Mu Wan took out spiritual herbs from a small pouch on her back.

The spiritual herbs were needed to refine the lifespan-extending pill.

These spiritual herbs were so precious that even the Nine Mystic Sword Sect did not have many of them.

Bai Suzhen, who was very capable, only helped Han Muye find two furnaces of medicinal pills. Among them, Zhao Youzhi and the others had plundered from the Three Qin Sword Sect.

Although Mu Wan still lacked a few main herbs, these were already hard to come by.

With her cultivation and wealth, she had really spent a lot of effort to gather so many spiritual herbs.

Han Muye did not refuse and reached out to take the spiritual herbs.

This was Mu Wan’s intention. She did not have any other intentions. She just wanted to help him solve his lifespan problem.

In the cultivation world, there were really not many cultivators who could be so pure-hearted.

Han Muye was a little guilty.

He felt that he had to refine fewer supreme-grade Cloud Qi Pills in the future so as not to hinder Mu Wan from making money.

“By the way, Junior Sister Mu, I studied it again later. If the Cloud Qi Pill reduces the Spirit Transformation attribute in the Wind Chime Grass, and the White Moon Flower only takes the center of the flower and doesn’t melt the power of the Pure Moon Essence in the petals, the medicinal effect of the Cloud Qi Pill will be purer.”

This was a secret that Han Muye had just discovered.

He had three Cloud Qi Pills that surpassed the existence of supreme-grade pills. They were refined according to the method he mentioned.

Of course, there was also the fusion of sword qi.

Hearing Han Muye talk about his research on the Cloud Qi Pill, Mu Wan listened very seriously. Then she lowered her head and thought for a while before smiling at Han Muye.

“Senior Brother Han’s perception is unique. I’ll give it a try when I get back.”

“I feel that the Cloud Qi Pill I refined is already the best of the best. If the medicine is purer, it will definitely be supreme-grade.”

“A supreme-grade Cloud Qi Pill is worth…”

Unknowingly, Mu Wan revealed a greedy expression.

Sensing that Han Muye was looking at her, she blushed and turned to leave.

Han Muye took the spiritual herbs and watched Mu Wan leave before returning to Xiujin Garden.

When he reached the corridor, he saw Patriarch Tao Ran feeding the fish.

“You’re back already?”

Patriarch Tao Ran glanced at Han Muye and shook his head, as if he expected better from him. He threw all the fish food into the fish pond, clapped his hands, and left.

Watching the old man walk back to the attic, Han Muye walked towards his room.

“Eh, Senior Brother Han, you’re back already?” Fairy Jin Yuan looked at him and glanced around before closing the window.

After walking into the room and putting the spiritual herbs on the table, Han Muye was in a daze.

Why did he come back just like that?

…

In the square in front of the Mu Family’s mansion in Mushen City.

A bright red carpet covered the entire square, and various flowers were placed around it.

Spiritual energy flashed. It was a spirit gathering array that had been specially set up. It turned the gathered spiritual energy into clouds and spread throughout the entire square.

The Mu Family’s Patriarch’s birthday celebration naturally couldn’t lack the immortal aura.

The Mu Family’s Patriarch’s 800th birthday was considered a grand occasion in the Western Frontier’s alchemy circle.

The nine major sects and several top alchemy figures had sent congratulatory gifts.

People from the surrounding sects and families arrived.

Han Muye stood in front of the square with Patriarch Tao Ran and Elder Su Liang.

The Nine Mystic Sword Sect was naturally qualified to stand at the front.

Han Muye turned around and saw a few solemn-looking people not far away looking back from time to time.

Han Muye recognized the clothes of these people.

Wind Spirit Sword Sect.

These people were all from the Wind Spirit Sword Sect.

However, unlike the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s Patriarch Tao Ran who was personally present, the Wind Spirit Sword Sect sent a few alchemy cultivators.

Therefore, those people were a little flustered now.

After all, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect had sent a patriarch-level expert. If he caused trouble, it would be a headache.

Even though the Spirit Dao Sect had decreed that those above the Core Formation realm were not allowed to attack, if a patriarch wanted to deal with others, did he need to really attack?

Fortunately, Patriarch Tao Ran did not have any intention of finding trouble with them. He sat in front, surrounded by Pill Qi and Sword Qi. He looked like an expert.

Half-step Heaven Realm. This was the person with the best cultivation among the guests.

“Do you see that? That’s Patriarch Tao Ran of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.”

“That’s Patriarch Tao Ran of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect. It’s said that his alchemy cultivation is extraordinary.”

“Hehe, isn’t that Madman Tao? His cultivation in the Sword Dao is not bad. He’s not good at alchemy.”

“That’s right. Some people should just practice their swordsmanship properly. Why do they have to stir up trouble in the alchemy industry? Do they really think that alchemy is as easy as practicing the sword?”

Han Muye turned to look at Patriarch Tao Ran.

Can you stand that? he thought.

As if sensing Han Muye’s gaze, Patriarch Tao Ran turned around and grinned.

“Don’t be anxious. Today, I’ll slap their faces.”