Chapter 974 - 974 Returning to Medicine Valley, Ten Years of Cultivation
974 Returning to Medicine Valley, Ten Years of Cultivation
As they moved through the illusory space, Mu Wan turned her head and saw a gleaming halo in Han Muye’s eyes.
“Senior Brother, what are you looking at?” she asked curiously.
“The person who travels through here the most must be the most familiar with the commercial path and also the most capable,” he replied.
“The flying ship that travels through here the most must be the one that controls the commercial path the best.
“The person who is the fastest must have the highest cultivation.
“The one with the highest bearing must have a significant status in the Five Sheep Pavilion.”
As Han Muye looked at those phantoms, he whispered softly.
Mu Wan paused for a moment and quickly turned her head to observe those figures.
After seeing many figures appear repeatedly and witnessing the brilliance on many flying boats, she nodded involuntarily.
“Buzz!”
After traveling thousands of miles, all the phantoms disappeared, and ahead there were no more scattered rocks, only emptiness.
“Who goes there!”
A low shout came, followed by the grating sound of countless bows and arrows being drawn.
A group of practitioners dressed in black robes and masked with iron armor descended from the sky, blocking Han Muye and Mu Wan.
Had they been discovered?
Mu Wan was somewhat puzzled.
Han Muye’s expression remained unchanged as he whispered, “They excel at hiding, so their concealment and discernment techniques are naturally profound.
After speaking, a smile appeared on his face as he casually said, “Originally, I was also prepared to enter boldly.”
Enter boldly?
The leader of the black-robed guards in front raised his hand, and in an instant, countless long arrows tore through the void.
“Swoosh—”
“Woo—”
Shrill screams and trumpet sounds resounded simultaneously.
The security here was tight.
Han Muye narrowed his eyes. The sword box on his back shook, and a long sword appeared in his hand.
“Junior sister, I’ll take you in to capture the sheep.”
Holding Mu Wan’s hand, Han Muye swung his sword, and the sword light swept away all the arrows.
With a swift movement, he thrust his long sword forward.
“Boom!”
A thousand-mile sword mark directly shattered the void.
A colorful sword mark remained in the air as Han Muye stepped on it, covering 10 miles in a single stride, as if taking a leisurely stroll.
A sword spanning a thousand miles!
This sudden cross-shaped sword mark stunned the cultivators who had been preparing to charge forward.
Someone who could have such a sword move was at least a Heaven Realm Soul Formation cultivator!
Without a Heaven Realm cultivation, he was not even an ant in front of such a figure!
“Who dares to jest with the Five Sheep Pavilion?”
A voice sounded ahead as a gray stream of light collided with the sword mark.
“Boom!”
The sword mark shook and shattered the gray stream of light.
“Who—who the hell are you?”
“Woo—”
Cries of alarm and mournful trumpet sounds resounded simultaneously.
Han Muye stood on the sword mark, nodding. “Indeed, a sect that navigates the commercial path is rarely this vigilant.”
He stood on the sword mark, waiting silently.
In the void, figures began to appear one by one.
“Buzz!”
Golden light arrays rose one after another.
Various streams of light intertwined in Han Muye’s eyes.
“So many treasures.”
This grand array is quite extravagant.”
Mu Wan looked at the floating spiritual lights and said softly.
The radiance emanating from the light arrays consumed tens of thousands of spiritual rocks with each flicker.
And those streams of light, each one was a treasure.
“Only sword cultivators are poor. The commercial path and the Daoist sects are all wealthy,” Han Muye said with a smile as he looked ahead.
In the front void, figures began to emerge.
One sage realm expert and three half-sages.
There were also dozens of Divine Transformation cultivators whose bodies emitted radiant light.
“Han Muye?”
When the leading Daoist saw Han Muye, his expression darkened slightly. He cupped his hands and said, “Prime Minister Han, greetings from Five Sheep Pavilion’s Gong Qi.”
He glanced at the sword mark under Han Muye’s feet. “I wonder why Prime Minister Han is here?”
Han Muye was not surprised that the Five Sheep Pavilion recognized him.
After all, it was a sect that traversed the commercial path. If they didn’t know his identity by now, it would be impossible for them to amass such wealth.
“Your Five Sheep Pavilion intercepted me. You should give me an explanation, right?” Han Muye’s expression did not change as he said calmly.
Intercepted!
The expressions of everyone on the opposite side changed.
Gong Qi’s expression changed. After pondering for a moment, he cupped his hands and said, “Minister Han, our Five Sheep Pavilion rose from the commercial path and values peace. The interception was arranged by Du Chengshan. We will hand him over to you and compensate you—”
Before he could finish speaking, a surge of sword intent suddenly emanated from Han Muye.
“Compensate?”
The sword intent on his body slowly condensed, turning into a phantom spanning tens of thousands of feet.
“How are you going to compensate me?”
The oppressive force emanating from the sword’s light shadow chilled the people around him.
The figures in the surrounding void trembled and retreated, even the light arrays continued to tremble.
One by one, the floating treasures fell into their owners’ hands, exuding a sense of fear.
“What can you offer as compensation to this lord?”
With a single glance, he suppressed everything in his surroundings.
The immense sword intent emanating from Han Muye at this moment suffocated everyone.
Gong Qi’s expression became solemn as he looked at Han Muye. “I don’t know what Minister Han desires.”
Han Muye’s arrival in such a manner was clearly not for reconciliation.
His ability to arrive silently and without notice had already exceeded the Five Sheep Pavilion’s expectations.
Now it was a matter of whether they could compensate heavily and make Han Muye leave.
Otherwise, they would have to fight.
The Five Sheep Pavilion had accumulated countless treasures and formations over many years, but they didn’t know if they could withstand such a formidable opponent.
“I want the Five Sheep Pavilion,” Han Muye said softly.
His words were understated, yet they felt like thunder.
The surrounding experts were all panic-stricken.
Gong Qi and the three Half-Sages behind him had complicated expressions.
Ever since several powerful beings guarding the Five Sheep Pavilion left, they had a premonition that this day would come.
However, he did not expect it to be so soon, nor did he expect that the first person to speak would not be the Dao Sect or the Sword Pavilion, but the Prime Minister of the Heavenly Mystic.