There was no easy answer.

If he said yes, it meant that he was ambitious for the position of sect master.

If he said no, then he was disloyal to the sect.

This old fellow, Tuoba Cheng, is very bad, he thought.

“Uncle-Master Tuoba, don’t worry. If there’s a chance to refine a Void Nascent Pill, I’ll definitely help.”

Han Muye cupped his hands, then turned and left.

Watching him walk out of the hall, Zhang Zhihe smiled and said, “This kid has a sense of belonging to the sect. Just don’t force him.”

Hearing his words, Wu Ziyuan turned around with a strange look in his eyes. He said in a low voice, “Don’t force him? Then the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect won’t force us?

“There’s also Li Mubai from the Shangyang Demon Sect. For so many years, he placed his legitimate daughter in my Nine Mystic Mountain. Outsiders might think that he has a good relationship with my Nine Mystic Sword Sect, but he actually doesn’t care about this daughter at all.

“Also, the Southern Wasteland will definitely move west within a hundred years. When the time comes, it will be difficult for everyone in the Western Frontier to protect themselves.”

Wu Ziyuan looked at Tuoba Cheng. “Junior Brother Tuoba, the Sect Master’s sacrifice and Senior Brother Lu Hao’s sacrifice were all for the sake of the inheritance of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

“As long as Han Muye has the righteousness of the sect in his heart, we shouldn’t bargain and make him do all kinds of things.”

Tuoba Cheng nodded and whispered, “Senior Brother makes sense.”

Wu Ziyuan’s face lit up. Just as he was about to speak, Tuoba Cheng continued, “I wonder how Han Muye’s relationship with Bai Suzhen is. Also, on Cloud Nest Ridge, did Tu Sunshi invite him to the Tai Yi Sword Sect?”

Wu Ziyuan’s smile froze.

“The experts of the Mystic Sun Guards in the Central Continent invited him.” Tuoba Cheng turned around and said as he walked, “If he’s forced into a corner, he’ll still be able to enjoy life even after leaving the Nine Mystic Sword Sectt.”

Even after Zhang Zhihe left with a smile, Wu Ziyuan’s expression had yet to recover.

Just as Tuoba Cheng had said, Han Muye might not necessarily have to hang on to the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

The cohesion of a sect meant never sacrificing the interests of its disciples.

“No wonder Jin Ze chose you.” Wu Ziyuan glanced at the empty hall and muttered before turning to walk out.

….

Han Muye returned to the Sword Pavilion and went straight to the third floor.

He wasn’t lying when he said he wanted to enter seclusion.

However, he had to wait until the Cloud Golden Lotus was refined into a pill and consumed before entering seclusion.

That way, after changing his cultivation aptitude, his cultivation level would definitely increase by leaps and bounds.

Currently, he did not have many spiritual herbs left. He could just deduce the pill refinement technique later.

Soon.

“Patriarch Tao Ran, it seems that you haven’t been idle in Mushen City.” Thinking of Tuoba Cheng’s words, Han Muye whispered softly.

Void Nascent Pill. It turned out that Patriarch Tao Ran was studying the Void Nascent Pill in Mushen City.

Under the current situation, there should indeed be a few more Heaven Realm experts in the Western Frontier to ensure their safety.

I wonder what the Spiritual Dao Sect will think of Daoist Myriad Transformation. Thinking of what Daoist Myriad Transformation’s incarnation had said in the underground pit at Blackstone Beach of Green Wheat Mountain, Han Muye’s expression darkened.

As the number one expert of the Western Frontier, if Daoist Myriad Transformation was determined to leave the Heavenly Mystic World and open the sealed passage, he still had a chance to succeed in the end.

However, no one knew what would happen if the passageway opened.

Back on Cloud Nest Ridge, if it weren’t for Huang Six sealing the passage and allowing those outer realm demons to enter the Western Frontier, the current Western Frontier would probably have been occupied by demons.

Daoist Myriad Transformation said he had connected with the Immortal Spirit World.

The Immortal Spirit World, that world filled with immortals and buddhas.

At the Spiritual Dao Sect.

Daoist Myriad Transformation.

A third-level Nascent Soul expert.

Looking up at the window, Han Muye took a deep breath.

The only good news now was that under the Pit at Blackstone Beach, he had cut down the incarnation of the Daoist Myriad Transformation.

With the death of his incarnation, Daoist Myriad Transformation would need to cultivate in seclusion for two to three years.

Two or three years was too short.

Han Muye was not confident that he could fight against the First Elder and the Great Daoist of the Spiritual Dao Sect in two or three years.

Besides, he couldn’t tell anyone else about this.

When the passage under the Cloud Nest Ridge opened, even Tu Sunshi abandoned the sect and left. Moreover, the passage was suppressed by the Spiritual Dao Sect that could connect with the Immortal Spirit World.

If other cultivators really knew about this, they might rush to help Daoist Myriad Transformation open the seal.

Han Muye clenched his fists gently, his eyes shining.

If that world invades the Heavenly Mystic World, I wonder if the Central Continent Imperial Court can stop it? he wondered.

Will Minister Wen and General Chongwu have the strength to resist? he thought.

But even if the Central Continent took action, the Western Frontier will be the first to suffer if the passage is opened, right?

It was useless to think too much. If he wanted more strength, it was best to increase his strength.

Moving Qi, blood, and spiritual energy to cleanse the sword pill in his dantian, Han Muye’s heart moved again.

He got up and walked down the stairs.

“Senior Brother Han.”

Liu Hong, who was sitting behind the long table, and Yang Mingxuan, who was wiping his sword, bowed.

Han Muye nodded and looked at Liu Hong. “Junior Brother Liu, help me pay more attention to the news about the sword pill.”

Sword Pill.

Perhaps some of the sword pills circulating in the Western Frontier were scattered by Sword Master Yuan Tian back then.

If he could collect a few more sword pills, Han Muye was confident that his combat strength would increase by several times.

“Alright, I’ll pay more attention to the news about the Sword Pill.” Liu Hong nodded.

Han Muye turned around and saw Yang Mingxuan walking over.

“Senior Brother Han, is the Western Frontier preparing to reorganize the nine sects?” Yang Mingxuan looked at Han Muye and whispered.

Han Muye nodded.

This news spread very quickly now.

“Senior Brother Han, I think,” Yang Mingxuan looked at Han Muye with a glimmer in his eyes, “I want to represent the Bright Mountain Sword Sect and seize the position of one of the nine sects.”