“Swinging the sword millions of times and crushing the mountain with one strike.”

Lin Shen sat in the carriage, the corners of his mouth twitching, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

Was he still cultivating it?

“Hehe, swinging the sword millions of times and crushing the mountain with one strike.”

“Brother Han, I’m already so determined to never hold a sword again. You, why do you have to…” Lin Shen looked at the sword in front of him and gently closed his eyes.

His hand gripped the reins so tightly that his knuckles turned white and trembled.

“Lin Chongxiao asked me to come.”

“His remnant soul is in this sword.”

Han Muye handed the hilt of the sword to Lin Shen.

Lin Shen suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Han Muye in disbelief.

“You—you—really?”

Han Muye didn’t say anything. He just injected a wisp of sword Qi into the sword.

The sword vibrated.

Whether it was Lin Shen or Lin Yuxia, who was not far away, their bodies trembled. A feeling of kinship arose spontaneously.

“Big Brother…”

Lin Yuxia burst into tears.

Lin Shen raised his trembling hand and slowly gripped the hilt of the sword.

An indescribable aura enveloped him. His eyes widened and he spoke in a disorderly manner.

Han Muye held the sheath and slowly injected sword Qi into the sword.

Lin Shen’s expression slowly changed.

Sadness.

Guilt.

Delight.

Hesitation.

Lin Yuxia, who was slowly walking closer, did not dare to make a sound. She quietly looked at Lin Shen and the sword in his hand.

After half an hour, Lin Shen trembled and let go of the sword hilt reluctantly.

Han Muye stopped injecting sword Qi.

Lin Shen, who was sitting sideways in the carriage, suddenly jumped down.

“Without Brother Han, Big Brother’s remnant soul will never see the light of day.”

With that, he fell to his knees and touched the ground with his head.

Beside him, Lin Yuxia bit her lip and was about to kneel on the ground.

Han Muye sighed softly and reached out to hold Lin Shen’s arm. Then, he said, “Instructor Lin, if I hadn’t said anything, you might not have given up on the cultivation method. You might even have a chance to meet your brother.”

He was willing to help Lin Shen because this person was loyal and pure. He also blamed himself for breaking Lin Shen’s Dao heart with his one sentence.

Han Muye helped Lin Shen and Lin Yuxia up.

Handing the sword to Lin Shen, Han Muye said softly, “Instructor Lin, take this sword back.”

In this sword, there was the remnant soul of Lin Chongxiao.

It was fine if Lin Shen didn’t know.

Now that he knew, he definitely could not bear to return it to the Sword Pavilion.

Lin Shen looked at Han Muye gratefully, then reached out with both hands and carefully took the sword, hugging it tightly.

After giving him the sword, Han Muye smiled and said, “Instructor Lin, are you still leaving?”

Lin Shen grinned and said, “I’m not leaving.”

He looked up at the entrance of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, his face relaxed and filled with anticipation.

Han Muye nodded and smiled. “That’s good.”

“I’m going back to the Sword Pavilion. Let’s have a drink sometime.”

After saying that, he glanced at Lin Yuxia, who was beside Lin Shen. He nodded slightly and said with a smile, “Lady Lin, I’m afraid you won’t be able to carry your nephew for some time.”

With that, he laughed and left.

“This, Senior Brother Han, is so special…” Looking at Han Muye’s back, Lin Yuxia whispered.

“Special?” Lin Shen hugged the sword, his eyes shining.

“He’s more than special.”

The previous decadence on him was gone, and there was now an indescribable sense of heroism.

He put the sword on his back and laughed. He looked at Lin Yuxia and said, “Sister, although Brother Han is a Sword Pavilion Sword Caretaker, his Sword Dao realm is definitely unimaginable.”

“Big Brother said that his sword cultivation is extraordinary.”

Hearing Lin Shen’s words, Lin Yuxia couldn’t help but look at the long sword on Lin Shen’s back. In this sword was the remnant soul of her elder brother, Lin Chongxiao.

“Little sister, if you’re interested, I can help matchmake you with Brother Han?” Lin Shen smiled and winked at Lin Yuxia.

Lin Yuxia blushed. Thinking that Han Muye and Bai Suzhen’s relationship was definitely not simple, and that he was her friend’s husband, she hurriedly spat, “Second Brother, what nonsense are you talking about?”

Then, she looked at Lin Shen and said seriously, “Second Brother, since you aren’t leaving, what are you going to do on your cultivation path in the future?”

After ten years, Lin Shenxiao had swung the sword thousands of times and wasted his cultivation base.

Even if he re-cultivated now, he did not know if he would still have a chance.

Cultivation was a competition with the heavens. If one lost the opportunity, it would be difficult to cultivate properly.

“Big Brother gave me two choices.”

Lin Shen looked into the distance of the Nine Mystic Mountain, his eyes flickering.

“The first choice is to go to the Three Stones House and beg Master. Master will definitely help me on account of Big Brother. I’ll cultivate my body again for three years.”

“The second choice …”

Lin Shen lowered his head slightly and said, “Swinging the sword millions of times and crushing the mountain with one strike.”

Lin Yuxia was shocked and hurriedly said, “Then Second Brother, go and see Uncle-Master Tuoba. Uncle-Master is cold on the outside but warm on the inside. He will definitely…”

Before she could finish, she saw the smile on Lin Shen’s face.

“Little sister, you know what I’ll choose, right?”

Lin Yuxia stomped her feet and said, “Second Brother, why are you still cultivating such an uncertain method? After all this, aren’t you still returning to your old ways?”

Lin Shen shook his head and smiled. “It’s different.”

“Now that I have Big Brother’s guidance and Brother Han’s guidance, I can cultivate it successfully.”

Lin Yuxia was stunned when she saw Lin Shen turn around and walk towards the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

“I’ve thought about it. I’ll resign from my position as an outer sect instructor and become a sword caretaker in the Sword Pavilion.”

“In the future, I’ll be in the Sword Pavilion and get close to Brother Han. If you’re interested in him, you can come to the Sword Pavilion often.”

Go to the Sword Pavilion and be a sword caretaker?

Was there still a need for a sword caretaker in the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s Sword Pavilion?

A look of confusion flashed across Lin Yuxia’s face.

“Interested?”

“I wouldn’t be interested in—”

“By the way, so he’s the one who exposed Second Brother’s Dao heart? This guy has hidden it well. Next time, hmph…”

After sending the sword to Lin Shen, Han Muye felt relaxed when he returned to the Sword Pavilion.

There was a sense of satisfaction.

He could feel the joy of the sword intent in his sea of Qi and the sword Qi slowly passing through his dantian and meridians. They were much more docile.

It seemed that these sword intents and sword Qi were all extremely emotional.

If only the absorbed sword Qi could be so gentle when he was condensing the sword bone.

It was not a pleasant feeling.

When he returned to the entrance of the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye was slightly stunned.

Huang Six stood in front of the stone steps with his hands behind his back. Beside him was a female cultivator in yellow.

Sister-in-law?

Han Muye coughed lightly.

Huang Six and the female cultivator turned.

“Greetings, Senior Brother.” Han Muye bowed respectfully to Huang Six, then cupped his hands at the female cultivator. “Greetings, Sis—”

“Lu Qingping, Junior Brother Han, just call her Senior Sister Lu,” Huang Six hurriedly said.

Han Muye found it funny.

This guy had ulterior motives but did not have the guts to do so. He addressed her so distantly when in fact, he had called her “Sister Ping” and “Sister-in-law” behind her back.

“Greetings, Senior Sister Lu.”

Han Muye said.

The female cultivator in yellow smiled and raised her hand in return. “Is this Brother Han, whom Brother Zhenxiong said is very capable?”

The female cultivator was not beautiful, but her eyes were gentle.

Huang Six stood at the side and smiled, as if the wrinkles on his face had relaxed a lot at this moment.

“Brother, why don’t you invite Senior Sister Lu in?” Han Muye looked at Huang Six.

Huang Six straightened his face and shook his head. “According to the rules of the Sword Pavilion, no one is allowed to enter without a sword.”

“Besides, Junior Sister Lu is not a member of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, so we can’t break the rules.”