Chapter 1436 Han Muye's Return (4)
"Fellow Daoist Han, no, Yunlan Sword Immortal." Seeing Han Muye, Hu Yunlong's face revealed a look of emotion.
He did not expect that his family's investment would stir up a storm in the city.
Be it his cultivation, combat strength, or background, the person in front of him was probably extraordinary.
Han Muye only stopped at the Cloud Dragon Pavilion for a while and promised that Hu Yunlong and the others could look for him on the fourth floor if they encountered any problems in the future, so he went straight to the fourth floor.
The original Zhenyang Building had already been renamed the Sword Pavilion.
When Han Muye arrived, he saw Huang Zhihu, clad in armor, leading a group of sword cultivators practicing formations.
"Foster father!" Jin Huo exclaimed excitedly.
This call made Huang Zhihu tremble and turn to run.
Han Muye raised his hand, and Huang Zhihu's entire figure was frozen in place.
She turned around with difficulty and looked caught between laughter and tears.
"Foster father, I, I'm just here to have some fun…"
She had secretly come to the Heavenly Abyss and even trained an army of sword cultivators. All of these things went against her foster father's orders.
Given her foster father's strictness, she would either be grounded or punished.
"Not bad," Han Muye said softly as he patted Huang Zhihu's shoulder.
With that, he raised his hand and took out a golden jade box. It floated in front of Huang Zhihu before walking towards the Sword Pavilion.
"Not bad?"
Huang Zhihu was a little stunned.
Was this recognition of her?
In her impression, her godfather had really never praised her like this.
Tears welled up in her eyes and she almost cried.
"Sister, quickly take a look at what Foster Father rewarded you with." Jin Huo came over and looked at the golden box with a smile.
Hearing his words, Huang Zhihu immediately stopped crying and reached out to grab the jade box in front of him.
Golden Fire gently opened it and whispered, "Foster father is indeed rich."
There were at least 30,000 golden pearls in the jade box.
Heavenly Abyss Pearl.
"I like Foster Father's simple gifts." Huang Zhihu put away the jade box and turned to walk away with a smile.
"Um, Sister, can you give me a few pills?" Golden Fire chased after her. "I've taken a fancy to a cauldron recently—"
"What cauldron do you want? Do you even know how to refine pills?"
….
When Han Muye walked to the Sword Pavilion, Lin Shen and the others were already standing at the door.
"Senior Brother Han, you're back." Lu Gao looked excited and whispered.
Lin Shen, Lu Gao, Liu Hong, Gao Changgong, Zeng Daniu…
This time, they had all attacked in Ten Thousand Magnificence City.
Without Han Muye, they independently withstood the crisis.
Han Muye chuckled and patted Zeng Daniu's shoulder, his gaze falling on the equally excited Xiang Lingshuang.
This kid was growing the fastest now.
After refining the Heavenly Desolation Battle Puppet, he had the strength to fight an Immortal Lord alone.
Walking up to the third floor of the Sword Pavilion, the fragrance of medicine filled the air in front of Han Muye.
When he saw Mu Wan and Yunjin again, Mu Wan's expression was calm, and Yunjin's eyes turned slightly red.
"Senior Brother, did this trip go smoothly?" Mu Wan asked in a low voice.
Han Muye smiled and nodded.
"Senior Brother, we've refined a lot of pills these days, and—"
Before Mu Wan could finish, Han Muye had already raised his hand, and a golden curtain enveloped the entire third floor. Mu Wan and Yunjin's bodies were covered by the golden light screen, and they lost control and fell towards Han Muye.
"Never mind those pills; let's talk about something else first." Han Muye reached out.
….
With the return of the Sword Pavilion Master, many forces on the fourth floor of the Ten Thousand Magnificence City were guessing if it would lead the Sword Pavilion to continue expanding.
Many rumors circulated, claiming that the owner of the Sword Pavilion was unparalleled in sword cultivation.
Fortunately, after Han Muye returned to the Sword Pavilion, there were no actions. Instead, he secluded himself, and even the forces with good relations with the Sword Pavilion who came to visit didn't see him.
He wasn't in seclusion; instead, he settled on the third floor of the Sword Pavilion, collecting the various swords sent by Zhao Chen and carefully examining their memories.
To go to the Great Desolate Ruins Realm, he needed a better understanding of the things within it.
"Senior Brother Han, this sword was exchanged from a mysterious sword cultivator. According to him, this sword came from the Great Desolate Era." Bai Suzhen handed a long sword to Han Muye and spoke in a low voice.
Han Muye asked Bai Suzhen, who was in charge of the Nine Mystic Sword Pavilion's transactions, to issue a mission to find the swords of the Great Desolate Era. At this moment, there was finally news.
After receiving the sword that cost 30,000 divine crystals, Han Muye focused his gaze on it.
Rust stains covered it, and the divine light had faded.
Would there still be any memories left in such a sword?
After Bai Suzhen left, he took a deep breath. The sword intent in his palm flashed as he gently held the hilt of his sword.
"Boom—"
Images as bright as the galaxy crashed into his mind.
In an instant, Han Muye's body trembled, and his face turned red before turning pale.
In the sword's memories, a long sword slashed down at his head!
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