1274 Returning to the Mortal World
What was home?
It was not the Ninth Heaven or the Imperial City.
In fact, it wasn’t even the small courtyard within the Imperial City, the Alchemy Destiny Pavilion.
Home was people.
It was those who once walked with him.
Sixth Brother, Elder Gao Changgong, his Junior Sister Mu Wan, and the little girl, Zhihu.
At this moment, Han Muye suddenly understood his dear big brother, Lu Yuzhou’s, thoughts.
Although cultivation was good, the mortal world was even more dazzling.
On the Yongding River outside the Imperial City, there was a woman who dressed up every day and waited for him.
Knowing that his cultivation had advanced rapidly and that he had obtained treasures like the Nine Essence Tower, his state of mind had become a bit unstable.
But Han Muye didn’t mind.
What was wrong with being a little crazy for a while?
Such longing made him feel more human.
He raised his hand, and the nine-story golden tower in front of him transformed into a statue.
Slowly, he stood up, and the figure of a battle puppet clad in golden armor appeared.
“Do you really not want me to accompany you?” There was a hint of metallic in the battle puppet’s voice.
“Your condition is strange, as if…” Pausing for a moment, the battle puppet said softly, “as if it’s the way he looked when he left.”
Han Muye smiled faintly and shook his head.
“I’m going to the mortal world. There’s no one there who can harm me anymore.”
He was currently at the Heaven Immortal Void Transformation realm. His soul and body were both at the Golden Immortal realm. If he stimulated his combat strength, he could even fight a Zenith Heaven cultivator.
Over the years, he had indirectly killed many Immortal Lords.
“I’m leaving the Immortal Burial City to you.”
“Big Brother, you’re leaving the Immortal Burial City?” When Han Muye found Zhao Chen and told him that he was leaving temporarily, Zhao Chen was stunned.
“This Immortal Burial City is so prosperous now. Big Brother, can’t you cultivate well here?” Zhao Chen said in a low voice in confusion.
To be honest, he had never been so prosperous before.
He had never dreamed that he could have so many resources at his disposal and could stand confidently in front of the experts from the major sects, even being treated as an honored guest.
But he knew deep down that all of this was thanks to his big brother.
Without the title of Yunlan Sword Immortal, he, Zhao Chen, was nothing.
Today, he could do business with Han Muye, and tomorrow, he could do business with Li Shaodong and Wang Shaodong.
Seeing that Han Muye seemed to have made up his mind, Zhao Chen gritted his teeth and said, “Brother, where are you going? I’ll go with you.”
When Han Muye saw that Zhao Chen seemed to have already made up his mind, he patted his shoulder and said, “I’m going home to see your sister-in-law. Why do you need to accompany me?”
Zhao Chen was taken aback.
Han Muye smiled and handed him a golden badge, saying softly, “This is the same badge as the one held by Elder Zhen Shou. With this, you can do business with various parties under the witness of Elder Zi Yu and the others.”
“If something happens, you can ask Senior Battle Puppet for help. I’ve already talked to him about it.”
Patting the stunned Zhao Chen’s shoulder, Han Muye said calmly, “In the Immortal Burial City, even if I’m not here, no one will dare to touch you.”
Only after Han Muye turned and walked away did Zhao Chen finally rub his frozen face and look at the badge in his hand, unable to believe it.
“Big brother has this badge in his hand, and I can summon Senior Battle Puppet at any time.”
“Haha, this is for real.”
Excited, Zhao Chen suddenly trembled and muttered to himself in a low voice, “Sister-in-law?”
“No, I have to prepare a gift for this unseen sister-in-law, and maybe, will there be a nephew or niece? How many?”
“What should I prepare as a gift?”
…
Han Muye walked to a freshly renovated city wall, holding a gourd of wine in his hand.
The figure of a white-haired Spirit Sword Golden Immortal moved, and he reached out to take the gourd from Han Muye.
“Pfft, what wine is this? Why is it so bland?” Spirit Sword Golden Immortal revealed a look of disdain.
“Heartbreak Wine,” Han Muye said softly. “One of my Senior Brothers gave it to my Senior Sister.”
“Heartbreak Wine?” The Spiritual Sword Golden Immortal brought the gourd to his nose and sniffed it, then took another small sip.
“Isn’t this wine just plain water?” He muttered and shook the wine gourd again.
“Heartbreak Wine can only be drunk by those who are sorrowful,” Han Muye said with a light smile, then whispered, “Senior has never been heartbroken, so of course you can’t taste the flavor of this wine.”
Hearing his words, the Spirit Sword Golden Immortal’s face showed a bewildered expression.
“Heartbroken?”
“Why would one be heartbroken?”
“I, I seem to be a sword…”
“Senior, do you know where I came from?” Han Muye looked at the distant clouds and said softly, “The place I came from is called the Heavenly Mystic World. It’s a mortal world…”
Western Frontier, Sword Pavilion.
Brother Huang Six, Lu Qingping.
Huang Zhihu, Mu Wan.
In the world of mortals, there were extraordinary experiences.
Beyond life and death, there were grudges and emotions.
It turned out that in this world, there was not only cultivation, but also more joy and sadness.
“Is this how people live?” The expression on the face of Spirit Sword Golden Immortal became even more confused.
He brought the gourd to his lips, took a sip, and muttered in a low voice, “This wine seems to have a taste now…”
Han Muye stood up, smiling, and said, “Senior, are you interested in experiencing life in the mortal world?”
Experience life?
Spirit Sword Golden Immortal pondered and looked at the wine gourd in his hand.
“Alright.”
He whispered, and his figure transformed into a long sword, landing on the sword sheath behind Han Muye.
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