947 A Promise to Han Muye
Afterward, the Medicine Valley took control of all parties and negotiated for the best price.
This was how things had been done in the past.
Once the strongest factions were determined in the Upper Heaven Region, the Medicine Valley could obtain the greatest benefits by maneuvering among them.
“Young Master Han, Senior Sister Mu, the Valley Master summons you to attend the grand feast.”
Zhang Yuan, dressed in a blue robe, stood outside the small courtyard, bowing.
During these days, whenever he visited the small courtyard, it was to inquire if there was anything he needed to arrange.
Mu Wan was the direct disciple of the Grand Elder, and Han Muye was a formidable sword cultivator.
Their identities were special, and they couldn’t be treated with neglect.
However, Mu Wan and Han Muye hadn’t stepped out of the courtyard, nor did they need anything from the Medicine Valley.
During this time, the two of them had been exchanging knowledge about alchemy.
Han Muye had knowledge of alchemy ranging from the Ancient Divine Court to the Ancient Cloud Galaxy, encompassing various alchemical paths.
Mu Wan had also made significant progress in the Medicine Valley, with a profound understanding of alchemy.
Moreover, in recent years, Mu Wan had been studying the technique of cloud pills, capable of transforming various third-grade pills into clouds.
Only her master, the Grand Elder, knew about this method, and there were few people in the Medicine Valley who had witnessed it.
Originally, when the two of them were refining pills, they exchanged glances upon Zhang Yuan’s invitation.
“Senior Brother, since it’s an invitation from the Valley Master, let’s go.” Mu Wan put away the alchemy cauldron and spoke softly.
Although the Medicine Valley had encountered a great catastrophe this time, its foundation was deep.
If the Medicine Valley could form an alliance with the Heavenly Mystic World, the cultivators in the Heavenly Mystic World would undoubtedly experience rapid growth.
As the Prime Minister of the Heavenly Mystic World, he would also benefit from the increased power of the cultivators in the Heavenly Mystic World.
That was Mu Wan’s idea.
When Han Muye and Mu Wan walked out of the courtyard, they noticed that the surroundings had changed.
Indeed, it resembled the appearance of an immortal sect secluded from the world.
If it weren’t for the chaotic battles and killings that took place when they arrived previously, Han Muye would have thought that it had always been like this.
Unfortunately, no matter how well it was arranged, it would be in vain if they couldn’t defend it.
As Han Muye and Mu Wan walked hand in hand into the grand hall, all the people attending the feast in the hall looked up.
“Who are these two?” someone murmured with a glint of curiosity in his eyes.
“Alchemy cultivator and sword cultivator, being so intimate, they must not be from the Sword Pavilion,” someone’s eyes flickered as they looked towards the seated disciple of the Sword Pavilion, a smile appearing on their face. “Interesting.”
On the opposite side, in the seats of the Sword Pavilion, a middle-aged man dressed in a green martial robe had a solemn expression, devoid of joy or sorrow.
Behind him, a swordsman in his forties looked up and, upon seeing Han Muye, widened his eyes and exclaimed, “Brother Han!”
Hearing his call, Han Muye turned around and smiled. “It’s been a long time, Brother Zhao.”
Zhao Yu, a former disciple of the Heaven Ascension Sword Pavilion back then. had encountered Han Muye outside the mortal world during their duties. After a battle, he held great admiration for Han Muye’s combat strength.
The two had made an agreement to explore the place where the senior swordsmen transcended after a hundred years.
He did not expect that he had already reached the Upper Heaven Region and looked like his cultivation level was already at the Heaven Realm Soul Formation realm.
The entire hall fell silent.
Everyone’s gaze fell upon Han Muye and then shifted to Zhao Yu.
At the head of the hall, Li Qingshi and several elders from the Cloud Heaven Medicine Valley were slightly startled.
Han Muye had claimed not to be from the Sword Pavilion but had connections with it.
What were those connections?
Zhao Yu stood up, looking towards the middle-aged swordsman sitting in front of him and respectfully said, “Uncle-Master Shan, Brother Han Muye is a trial disciple of the Sword Pavilion who once presided over the Three-Story Sword Pavilion.”
A trial disciple of the Sword Pavilion.
It explained the matter.
Although the strength of the Sword Pavilion had declined by 70 percent in the current Heavenly Region, it was still the number one sword sect, and the masters who presided over the Seven-Story Sword Pavilion could suppress a region.
“Hehe, let me introduce. This is Little Friend Han, the partner of my elite disciple Mu Wan from the Medicine Valley. He possesses formidable sword skills and once rescued our sect in a time of crisis,” Li Qingshi, seated at the head, spoke with a smile.
“I didn’t expect Little Friend Han to be a trial disciple of the Sword Pavilion. It’s rare.
“Fellow Daoist Shan Mingtao, the Sword Pavilion is really the top sect in the Upper Heaven Region.”
He was full of smiles as he looked at Uncle-Master Shan.
Uncle-Master Shan looked up, scrutinizing Han Muye for a moment before nodding.
Many cultivators sitting in front of their seats had envy written on their faces.
To be noticed by this great swordsman from the Sword Pavilion was already quite an accomplishment.
“Han Muye?” Someone whispered and frowned, contemplating.
The name Han Muye sounded familiar.
Currently, the strong individuals from various factions in the Dao Battlefield have not yet returned. Many people are unaware of Han Muye’s status as the Heavenly Mystic’s Minister Han, ranked ninth on the Heavenly Rankings.
Of course, even if they knew, no one would take the Heavenly Rankings seriously.
It was just a small ranking within the Dao Battlefield.
As for how powerful Han Muye was, no one cared.
This was the Heavenly Domain, the former Upper Three Heavens, not a small Dao Battlefield could compare.
The grand feast began, and apart from Zhao Yu coming over to chat with Han Muye for a few moments, the others basically paid no attention to Han Muye and Mu Wan in the corner.
The two of them were happy to be left alone, eating spiritual fruits and drinking spiritual wine.
Mu Wan’s face had a slight blush.
Han Muye had no interest in the various probes from the major sects towards the Medicine Valley.
On the other hand, Li Qingshi seemed to handle it skillfully, occasionally evading the cooperation and transactions proposed by various sects, diverting the topic.
“Your esteemed sect needs the Three Yang True Yuan Pill? No problem, let’s have a drink first.”
“3,000 Seven Star Pills. This is a huge order. Elder Xu, note it down first. Come, come, come. Let’s not talk about business today and drink first.”