Chapter 290 - Heaven and Earth's Gift, Grandmaster Hao Ran (3)
Chapter 290: Heaven and Earth’s Gift, Grandmaster Hao Ran (3)
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Han Muye chuckled and didn’t stop walking. He said indifferently, “I appreciate everyone’s kindness. I, Han Muye, am not at the point where I need you to send me back to the mountain.
“Cultivate well. When the nine sects rearrange their rankings, I’ll compete with you.”
The day of the nine sects’ rearrangement!
The day of the rearrangement of the rankings of the nine sects of the Western Frontier was not far away. At this moment, Han Muye had lost all his cultivation. At that time, he would probably not even be able to withstand a low-level disciple.
But who would dare to be disrespectful to him now?
If not for the fact that he had exhausted his cultivation, who would be able to withstand Immortal Han’s sword?
If not for the fact that he had killed demons in reverse and had more than 20 sword intents, who could have attacked Immortal Han?
If not for the fact that he had exhausted the sword of the soul, who below the Heaven Realm was qualified to stand in front of Immortal Han?
This was a sword cultivator!
Life and death were light, honor and humiliation were for the sword in the heart.
With this strike, he had no regrets!
“Han Zhexian, on the day of the nine sects’ rearrangement, as long as I meet you, I, Duan Yihong, won’t attack.” A young man in a white robe took a step forward and bowed.
Duan Yihong!
Duan Yihong of the Infinite Dao Sect!
The genius who was thought to be able to compete with Immortal Han.
“Immortal Han, on the day of the nine sects’ rearrangement, I, Sun Ji, will not attack you.”
“Immortal Han, on the day of the nine sects’ rearrangement, I, Luo Taoyang, will give you a victory.”
“Immortal Han, on the day of the nine sects’ rearrangement, I’ll lose to you first.”
….
Voices sounded.
These elite disciples who were qualified to participate in the nine sects’ rearrangement would not go back on their word.
Han Muye had already set hundreds of victories for the day of the nine sects’ rematch.
Hearing the cheers behind him, Han Muye smiled and took out a small gourd. He bit off the stopper and took a sip of wine.
The wine was sweet and clear. When it entered his mouth, it passed through his intestines and entered his stomach. It was hot.
“Senior Brother Han.”
Tang Yunhao’s voice sounded.
He quickly stepped forward and bowed. “Senior Brother, Senior Zhao and I will protect you and send you back to the Nine Mystic Mountain.”
How was it possible for a mortal to cross tens of thousands of miles to the Nine Mystic Mountain?
Besides, how many people would intercept him along the way?
Hearing Tang Yunhao’s words, Han Muye turned to look at him. With a wave of his hand, a few demon bones flew out.
“For you.”
Trembling, Tang Yunhao reached out to catch them.
These were the jade bones of a true great demon.
The power of the scattered demon bones within a radius of 5,000 miles was almost exhausted. There were very few with sufficient quality.
There was probably not a single piece that could compare to these jade bones.
“Zhao Yunlong, help Tang Yunhao establish a faction in the old Blazing Sun Palace and occupy that passage.
“I’ll arrange for someone to hand over to you. In the future, your Broken Flower Hall will do a proper sword and pill business.”
Han Muye turned to look at Tang Yunhao and said calmly, “Do you understand?”
Tang Yunhao looked up and was stunned when he saw Han Muye’s eyes.
Immensely deep and wise.
One look and he was completely lost.
When he came back to his senses, Han Muye was long gone.
“Senior Brother Han, he—” Tang Yunhao held the jade bones in his hand and whispered.
“Master has already left.” Zhao Yunlong looked at him. “You just have to understand that a true expert doesn’t rely on accumulated cultivation.
“Even if they don’t have any cultivation, a look from them can kill someone.
“In the Confucian Dao of the Central Continent, tens of thousands of miles away, Wen Mosheng could make the world collapse with a single stroke of his brush.
“This is a true great cultivator.”
Looking up, Zhao Yunlong’s eyes flashed. “The cultivation world of the Western Frontier has declined for too long. Perhaps it has to revive in Master’s hands.”
With that, he waved his hand and said, “Let’s go. I’ll take you to the old site of the Blazing Sun Palace.”
….
At this moment, Han Muye did not continue on foot.
He sat in a flying ship.
The person piloting the flying ship was the eldest disciple of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s Three Stones House, Zhao Pu.
On both sides of this flying boat, there were two hundred-foot-long flying boats.
On the flying boat, there was a huge sword light mark.
Nine Mystic Sword Sect.
“Senior Brother Han, rest well. I’ll take care of everything.” Zhao Pu’s voice came from outside the cabin.
Han Muye laughed and raised his hand. A formation disk landed in front of him.
With a flash of spiritual light, the formation disk emitted a golden light and set up an array formation to isolate detection.
“Isn’t this kid’s cultivation already exhausted? How can he still activate the array formation?” In a flying ship, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s Grand Patriarch, Zhang Zhihe, shook his head and retracted his divine sense.
He had never seen through Han Muye.
With the array disk isolating his divine sense, Han Muye’s eyes flashed.
Daoist Dayan appeared beside him and slumped to the ground.
“You, hurry up. I can’t hold on anymore…” Daoist Dayan’s face was red as he spoke with a trembling voice.
Hearing his words, Han Muye smiled and raised his hand.
Four sword pills flew out of Daoist Dayan’s body.
The small black sword automatically returned to his hair.
Reaching out to hold the four sword pills, a faint sword light surged on Han Muye’s body.
Then, like a torrent of power, it reversed!
The sword pills contained all the power of a Heavenly Demon and the gifts of countless pure souls. The power was too strong and too much that Daoist Dayan could not withstand it.
The Sword Cultivation Pill was just so domineering.
“Oh my, I thought you lost out this time.
“Actually, you’re the one who benefited the most…”
Looking at Han Muye, who was surrounded by sword light and golden light, Daoist Dayan had a complicated expression.
He reached out and grabbed a demon bone, slowly refining the power it revealed.
Sword spirits could also be cultivated.
“Hum—”
Sword cries sounded from Han Muye’s body.
A fiery red shadow appeared.
Fire lineage sword intent.
The exhausted sword momentum returned.
Every sword intent condensed into a sword thread.
However, this sword thread was the state that sword cultivators in the world yearned for the most.
The sword condensed into a thread, revealing every detail.
Such a sword light could follow the stars!
The Heavenly Demon actually did not have a corporeal body. The bones gathered were completely suppressed by the power of the Heavenly Demon Soul. Han Muye’s sword seemed to have exhausted everything, but in fact, he had only activated it with all his might before retracting it.
There were 23 sword threads and two sword momentums. Not a single one was missing. They returned to his Qi Sea and were a hundred times more condensed than before.
“Boom—”
The illusory beast shadow that bared its fangs and brandished its claws appeared in Han Muye’s divine treasure. Then it opened its huge mouth, wanting to tear his divine treasure apart.
This was the soul power that the Heavenly Demon had cultivated for countless years.
The four sword pills extracted the soul power of this powerful Heavenly Demon.
This was a treasure that all Heaven Realm cultivators coveted!
In the next moment, countless golden lights in Han Muye’s divine spot turned into chains that locked the illusory beast shadow.
Great Spirit.
Han Muye used his Great Spirit to awaken all the soul-devouring demons controlled by the Heavenly Demon in the Broken Soul Wasteland. He also refined countless grievances and gave them the Great Spirit, instantly becoming a half-step grandmaster of the Confucian Dao.
The cultivation of the Confucian Dao in the Central Continent began with being a young student who could read and write. He progressed through the phases of Elementary Scholar, High Scholar, Scholar, Confucian Dao Master, Confucian Dao Grandmaster, until he became a Confucian Dao Half-Saint and even reached the top, becoming an absolute saint like Wen Mosheng.
At this moment, the cultivation of the Great Spirit in Han Muye’s divine treasure had surpassed the scholar level and reached the peak level of the Confucian Dao master—a half-step grandmaster.
Su Zizhan, the Prefectural Governor of Shuxi County in the Central Continent, was a half-step grandmaster of the Confucian Dao.
In the entire Central Continent, it was rare for a Confucianist to cultivate to a half-step grandmaster and be qualified to govern a county.
The vast and endless Righteousness Qi surged like a tide, and poured into the divine treasure, drowning the beast shadow before gathering into soul sword Qi.
It was unknown how many soul swords could be condensed with such vigorous soul power.
The soul sword reunited, the sword intent in his sea of Qi returned, and his Righteous Qi reached the half-step grandmaster realm. At this moment, Han Muye seemed to have reached the heavens in a single bound.
But that was not all!
A pale yellow ball of light rose from the jade bones placed horizontally in front of Han Muye, enveloping him.
“The gift of heaven and earth, the affinity of the power of earth is maxed out.”
Daoist Dayan looked at the yellow light screen with envy. “Are you really forcing me to acknowledge you as my master?”