“Brother Lu, don’t worry. It’s alright now.”

Han Muye reached out to support Lu Gao’s arm, which was tightly gripping the door frame, and spoke softly.

“It’s safe now?” Lu Gao cracked open his mouth. Blood still flowed from his face.

“Yes, it’s protected.” Han Muye nodded.

Lu Gao’s body went limp and he fainted.

Han Muye carried him and turned to look at the people from the Sword Sect standing in front of the stone steps.

“He was injured because of guarding the Sword Pavilion. I hope the sect can treat him with all its might.”

At his words, a green-robed elder standing at the foot of the stone steps nodded and waved his hand. “Send him to the Medical Hall and treat him.”

Two inner sect disciples walked forward and received Lu Gao before sending him to the Medical Hall.

Han Muye looked at him with a complicated expression, and a look of self-reproach flashed across his face.

If he had stayed at the entrance of the Sword Pavilion just now, he would not have made Lu Gao lose his eyes.

“Cultivators of our generation should have seen through life and death long ago. There’s no need to be sad.”

“As the sect experiences this calamity, the disciples of the sect should fight bravely and contribute to the rise of the sect.”

The green-robed elder glanced at Han Muye, then turned to his side.

A few inner sect disciples who were checking on Qin Yuanhe and another person walked forward and whispere among themselves.

The old man’s eyes flickered. He waved his hand and the two disciples carried away Qin Yuanhe, who had yet to die. Then, someone wrapped the other person who had already died in a black cloth and carried him away.

“Disciple-Nephew Han, these two are Earth Realm experts of the Great Spiritual Sword Sect.” The green-robed elder looked at Han Muye and said softly, “Were you the one who attacked them?”

Earth Realm experts.

One dead and one wounded.

Their wounds were clean and sharp.

Even as an Earth Realm expert, the old man did not dare to say that he could complete such an attack.

Han Muye said nothing. He reached for a small bronze sword and gently inserted it into his hairbun.

The green-robed elder was stunned. His gaze froze for a moment, then he looked up at the sword pavilion that had a golden light surrounding it and nodded.

As an official disciple of the Sword Pavilion, he had borrowed the power of the Sword Pavilion’s array formation.

Within a thousand feet of the Sword Pavilion, it could even resist Core Formation cultivators.

It seemed that Elder Gao had arranged everything before he left.

“I’m Bao Xu, one of the deacon elders in charge of the defense of the Nine Mystic Mountain.”

“If there’s anything in the future, you can directly mobilize the disciples of the Defense Hall.”

The old man cupped his hands at Han Muye and raised his hand to take the bone sword that had fallen to the ground.

He studied it carefully, frowning.

“This sword’s forging technique is strange. There’s no special power in the sword. It seems to only be hard.”

As he spoke, he held the sword and handed it to Han Muye. “Disciple-Nephew Han, you can keep this sword in the Sword Pavilion first. When the grading is identified, I will reward you for defending against the enemy.”

Han Muye had defeated an expert from the Great Spiritual Sword Sect outside the Sword Pavilion and obtained a long sword. This sword was considered his spoils of war. If it was accepted into the Sword Pavilion, he had to exchange it for corresponding merit points.

He would be rewarded for his contributions.

That was the rule of the Sword Sect.

Han Muye took the bone sword with both hands and nodded. “Elder Bao, please take care of Brother Lu’s injury.”

Bao Xu nodded. He glanced at the Sword Pavilion behind Han Muye and turned to leave with his disciples.

In the sky, the golden light screen of the protection array slowly dissipated.

The sword light at the top of the Nine Mystic Mountain had long disappeared.

Holding the bone sword, Han Muye’s gaze landed on it.

The green-white and gray sword was covered in faint patterns.

This was not a spiritual pattern engraved on it, but a demonic pattern on the bone sword.

This was a sword made of a demonic beast bone.

Among the swords in the Sword Pavilion, there were also many swords that were neither metal nor iron. There were even several swords made of bamboo.

There were also a few such bone swords.

Just as Bao Xu had said, there was nothing special about the sword in his hand.

However, this sword had just repelled Han Muye’s flying sword and dispersed his sword intent.

This sword was definitely extraordinary.

He moved his palm gently and gripped the hilt.

Faint sword Qi entered his body.

The sword Qi was not dense. It was not something a spiritual weapon should have.

Images appeared in his mind.

An old man in a white robe kept grinding a piece of ghastly white bone and muttering.

The sword was made. Someone had placed the sword in a deep cave.

When Qin Yuanhe obtained the long sword, he carefully wrapped it up and did not practice with it.

From the making of the sword to it landing in Qin Yuanhe’s hands, the scenes had nothing unusual.

Could it be that, as Bao Xu had said, other than being hard, there was really nothing special about this sword?

Holding the bone sword, Han Muye turned and walked into the Sword Pavilion.

As he walked towards the wooden shelf where the swords were placed, he injected sword Qi into the sword.

One streak.

Ten streaks.

100 streaks.

1,000 streaks.

10,000 steaks.

Han Muye looked surprised.

10,000 sword Qi entered the sword body, but there was no change.

This sword was definitely not ordinary.

The sword’s name was Fox Bone.

Could it be made from the demon bone of a fox demon?

‘A fox?’

The demonic sword on the third floor had killed a white fox.

Han Muye shuddered and stood still.

Luo Tian’s sword had killed a white fox.

His gaze fell with difficulty to the bone sword in his hand.

Which sect had dispatched the Sword Pavilion Elder out?

Why were the Cao family attacked?

Suicide Soldiers attacking a spiritual land was an act of certain death.

Why did Qin Yuanhe and his companions come to the Sword Pavilion?

After Qin Yuanhe obtained this sword, why didn’t he refine it or practice it?

Han Muye tried to withdraw the sword Qi that had been poured into the sword, but found it empty.

The sword Qi had disappeared!

Han Muye held the hilt of his sword and felt a chill run down his spine.

All of this was a scheme!

The Great Spiritual Sword Sect had set up this trap at the price of a Grand Supreme, several Earth Realm experts, and countless low-level disciples!

The Three Qin Sword Sect was a trap.

Qin Yuanhe was the mastermind.

The target at the end of this scheme was the Sword Pavilion.

The great demon suppressed under the Sword Pavilion!

The Great Spiritual Sword Sect wanted to take drastic measures and release the demons to destroy the Nine Mystic Sword Sect in one go!

“Young mister, what are you thinking?”

A gentle voice sounded behind Han Muye.

Han Muye slowly turned and looked at the female cultivator in white leaning against a wooden shelf.

He knew this female cultivator.

On his first night in the Sword Pavilion, they had almost dual cultivated.

Her black hair was like a waterfall, and her almond eyes were seductive.

“Mister, why are you looking at me like that? There’s only a man and a woman in the Sword Pavilion. Could it be that you…” The female cultivator chuckled and disappeared.

When she reappeared, she was already behind Han Muye. She leaned close to his ear and blew gently.

Her breath was warm.

But it made Han Muye feel cold.

He could not sense this female cultivator disappearing in front of him.

Even if he had the sword intent, he did not know where to activate it.

A Heaven Realm Great Demon!

This was the great demon suppressed under the Sword Pavilion!

This person was not someone he could deal with!

Han Muye rushed out of the Sword Pavilion.

However, as he moved, his entire body suddenly froze.

His body did not move at all.

It was a suppression from the heart to the body.

Was it the power of the Heaven Realm?

A small white hand pressed against Han Muye’s shoulder.

“Young Master, you provoked me first. Do you want to leave now?”

The female cultivator raised her hand and passed under Han Muye’s armpit, holding the bone sword in his hand.

“If it weren’t for you, how could I have gotten back the tailbone that was cut off from me back then…”

The female cultivator appeared in front of Han Muye. The bone sword in her hand slowly softened and turned into a snow-white fox tail.

Holding the fox tail, a look of nostalgia flashed across the female cultivator’s face, and her eyes revealed a hint of madness and hatred.

“Hehe, a beautiful woman brings calamity to a country.”

“I severed my tail and meridians for you, but you used the Nine Mystic Sword to suppress me forever.”

“Alright, then I’ll be a demon…”

“If you want peace in the world, I won’t give it to you.”

In the female cultivator’s hand, the fox tail turned into a white bone sword again. Then, it condensed into a three-inch sword that was sparkling like jade.

A green light flashed in her eyes. She took a step forward and met Han Muye’s face, only a few inches away.

“Young mister, am I beautiful?”