Chapter 420 - 420 Sword Suppressing the Luck of the Western Frontier, Wood Refinement Affinity (3)

420 Sword Suppressing the Luck of the Western Frontier, Wood Refinement Affinity (3)

The golden-purple sword in his Qi Sea dispersed into endless sword qi and poured directly into the Sword Pavilion’s Hidden Sword.

At this moment, the entire third floor of the Sword Pavilion was dyed golden purple.

Nurturing the sword.

Nourishing Qi with the sword.

People nurturing the sword.

This was the Sword Pavilion.

The Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s sect master’s succession ceremony lasted for three days, and Han Muye showed up on the last day.

Many sect masters and elders came to toast, but they were all injured by Han Muye’s sword qi and could not drink.

“Elder Han.” The sect master of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect, Zhang Cheng, stepped forward and cupped his hands.

Han Muye nodded, and the two of them walked out of the hall.

The Nine Mystic Sword Sect had become the number one sect in the Western Frontier, so it naturally became the number one Sword Sect in the Western Frontier.

The battle between the Wind Spirit Sword Sect and the Nine Mystic Sword Sect ended.

There were naturally countless grudges between the two sects.

However, when the cultivators of the Central Continent came to attack, the sect master of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect chose to fight alongside the Nine Mystic Sword Sect. This more or less showed the sincerity of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect to reconcile.

“When I broke through to the Heaven Realm, I borrowed the power of the Southern Wasteland,” Zhang Cheng said in a low voice as he watched the clouds above the Nine Mystic Realm surge.

Of course, Han Muye knew this.

It was not a secret.

“In the Ten Thousand Demon Secret Realm, there is a treasure that can withstand the lightning tribulation.”

Zhang Cheng turned to look at Han Muye. “That’s a bull horn that supports the sky.”

A single bull horn could block the lightning tribulation!

Han Muye’s eyes flashed.

“Based on the current situation in the Western Frontier, there will definitely be many more Heaven Realm experts coming to suppress the Southern Wasteland’s westward movement.

“There are many half-step Heaven Realm experts in the Western Frontier, but not many of them can survive the lightning tribulation.

“If you can obtain the treasures in the Ten Thousand Demon Mystic Realm, you can help the Western Frontier gain many more Heaven Realms.”

Zhang Cheng’s eyes were filled with anticipation.

As Zhang Cheng turned to leave, Han Muye looked at the sky.

Han Muye was not sure if Zhang Cheng really wanted the Western Frontier to have more Heaven Realm experts or if he had other plans.

It was not important.

He wanted the black bull horns in the Ten Thousand Demon Mystic Realm.

Holding the divine bull, the Kui’s hide in his hand, he was very interested in the bull horns.

“Senior Brother Han.” A voice sounded from behind Han Muye. “Can we still be friends in the future?”

Han Muye turned around and saw a haggard Bai Suzhen.

Bai Suzhen’s gaze landed on Han Muye’s bun.

The small black sword was put back.

According to the rules of the Sword Pavilion, one was not allowed to enter unless one received a sword.

Bai Suzhen had barged into the Sword Pavilion twice.

This was breaking the rules of the Sword Pavilion.

“Looks like Senior Li Mubai told you everything?” Han Muye said softly when he saw Bai Suzhen’s expression.

Bai Suzhen nodded and shook her head.

“Yes, my mother left me a message…”

It turned out that there was a soul mark of Bai Suzhen’s mother in the wooden comb.

“I-I’m preparing to return to the Shangyang Demon Sect. In the future, our business—”

Bai Suzhen looked up at Han Muye.

Han Muye laughed and said, “Friendship is friendship, and business is business. Don’t expect friendship to make it easy to talk business. If you dare to lower the price, I’ll tear down Suzhen Store.”

Friendship.

Business.

Bai Suzhen’s face beamed beautifully as she nodded intensely.

Perhaps it would be difficult for her and Han Muye to take another step forward in the future, but their friendship and business were still there.

“Mu Wan is a good girl.”

Before Bai Suzhen left, she muttered resentfully.

These words stunned Han Muye.

He had thought about it, but he had never thought about it.

“Have you kindled a romance or ended it?”

Li Xixi, who was dressed in black, strode forward.

Li Xixi and the others had arrived at the Nine Mystic Sword Sect the day before.

They came with the identity of the Mystic Sun Guards to present a congratulatory gift from the Central Continent Dynasty.

Also, they sent over a seal and token representing the reserve commander of the Mystic Sun Guards.

“I still have some sad wine. Do you want it?”

Looking at Han Muye, Li Xixi said.

“If Eldest Brother Deng doesn’t come back from the north, when are you going to the north to split the snowy mountains, Third Sister?” Han Muye laughed.

Li Xixi shook her head and turned to look down the mountain.

“Be it the Western Frontier or the Northern Region, they’re all too small.

“If you have nothing else to do, come to the Central Continent.

“After seeing the Central Continen’s Imperial City and the scenery outside, your horizons will be very different.”

Central Continent, Imperial City, outer realm.

He nodded.

The scenes in the sword’s memories were still a little illusory.

Only by personally going there would he be able to feel the magnificence.

“Commander Lu wants to join forces with you. He asked me to ask you what you think.”

Li Xixi turned to look at Han Muye.

“You’re now qualified to join forces with her.”

The qualifications to join forces.

Back then, Han Muye was ranked around 250th among the reserve commanders of the Mystic Sun Guards, and Lu Xiaoyun was ranked 18th.

Han Muye was not even qualified to join forces with Lu Xiaoyun.

Now he was qualified.

“Alright, Third Sister, do as you see fit.”

Han Muye smiled and nodded.

For him, this was a good thing.

How could they improve if they were stuck in their own ways?

The Central Continent, the Southern Wasteland, and the Eastern Sea. Since the Nine Mystic Sword Sect was in charge of the Western Frontier, they should look at the entire Heavenly Mystic World.

And even the outer realm.

Although the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s Sect Master’s succession ceremony lasted for three days, the liveliness on the Nine Mystic Mountain only slowly faded a month later.

The number one sect in the Western Frontier lived up to its name. With one battle, it suppressed the luck of the Western Frontier. The Nine Mystic Sword Sect was peerless and no one dared to underestimate it.

Sect Master Tuoba Cheng was busy reaching various agreements with various sects and was extremely busy every day.

The Sword Pavilion elder, Han Muye, used the excuse that his injuries had yet to recover to take his adopted daughter around. They had free food and drinks and even received many gifts.

Lu Qingping counted the various gifts till her hands were a little sore.

“Tsk tsk, that little girl Zhihu’s net worth is even more than a small sect, right?

“Won’t the dowry be sky-high?” Lin Yuxia, who was helping to tidy up, muttered.

“Zhihu’s matter will definitely be decided by her adoptive father in the future.” Lu Qingping shook her head, revealing a complicated expression.

“If Sixth Brother was here, he would be so happy to see Huhu…”

…

The Nine Mystic Sword Sect was Elder Su Liang’s Waterside Residence.

At this moment, clouds surrounded the pill furnace in front of Han Muye.

Spiritual light flashed around the half-foot-wide furnace.

Mu Wan handed various spiritual herbs to Han Muye, then Han Muye raised his hand and threw them into the cauldron.

Huang Zhihu, who was holding a few spiritual fruits, sat at the side and drooled as she stared at the cauldron.

“Um, Senior Brother Ming, can the medicinal pill refined by Elder Han really increase wood attribute affinity?” Jin Yuan leaned to Jiang Ming’s side and whispered.

Jiang Ming smiled and nodded. He didn’t know where to put his hands.

“Buzz!”

The pill cauldron shook, and pill qi overflowed.