Chapter 147: Do You Think Spiritual Rocks Are So Easy To Earn?

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

However, Han Muye did not refine the lifespan-extending pill immediately.

He currently had a furnace of spiritual herbs that could be used to refine the lifespan-extending pill, but he did not have a furnace.

He had given the small black furnace to Jiang Ming.

This furnace had accompanied Jiang Ming for decades and he had feelings for it.

He hoped that Bai Suzhen still had a pill furnace.

Thinking of Bai Suzhen, Han Muye decided to bring Jiang Ming to the Suzhen Store in the next two days to introduce them to each other.

Jiang Ming, this alchemy genius, had to be squeezed dry no matter what. No, he had to show off his skills.

Just like Patriarch Tao Ran, he cultivated alchemy and used alchemy to supplement his Sword Dao. Only then would he not be troubled by spiritual rocks.

His current cultivation consumed a lot of spiritual rocks.

Whether it was his own spiritual energy cultivation or sword qi condensation, the nourishment of the sword pill required a large number of spiritual rocks.

If not for the fact that he never worried about spiritual rocks, how could Han Muye have pushed his cultivation level to the Qi Condensation Realm so quickly?

At the very least, Han Muye had firmly grasped the aspect of wealth.

By the time he sorted out his cultivation and sword technique formula, a day and night had already pa.s.sed.

This was how cultivation was. The more profound one was, the more time it took.

It was said that those great cultivators had been in seclusion for many years.

After walking out of the quiet room, Huang Six and the others stood in front of the stone steps.

“Senior Brother Han!”

Seeing Han Muye walk out, a surprised voice could be heard.

Seeing the few people standing at the bottom of the stone steps, Han Muye smiled.

“Great. They’re already wearing white robes.”

In front of the stone steps, Jiang Han, Sun Dayong, and the others were all energetic and happy.

These outer sect disciples were already wearing white robes that only inner sect disciples wore.

Although they did not have the protection of their master and senior brothers like Qiao Qing’er and the other talented disciples, they had all chosen good swords when they met Han Muye.

With these swords, they could leave the mountain and complete their missions. Their cultivation would also increase quickly.

So they became inner sect disciples.

In the cultivation world, it was an opportunity to have help from a benefactor when one’s cultivation was low.

If one grasped opportunities, life would be very different.

To Jiang Han and the others, Han Muye was their benefactor.

“Senior Brother Han, if not for you, how could we have worn this inner sect white robe so quickly?” Sun Dayong grinned and shouted.

The others nodded.

Jiang Ming and Yang Mingxuan, who were standing in front of the Sword Pavilion, looked at Han Muye curiously.

Jiang Ming guessed that Han Muye would give these low-level disciples pills.

However, Yang Mingxuan could not think of what help a Sword Pavilion Caretaker could give these people.

Could it be that the Sword Caretaker has some special ability? he wondered.

“Senior Brother Han, let’s exchange swords.”

“Senior Brother, please help me choose a sword.”

Jiang Han, who was standing in front, raised his hand and handed the sword in his hand to Han Muye. Then he held a medium-grade spiritual rock in his palm.

The others raised their hands and held their swords with both hands. Then they held a spiritual rock in their palms.

Not all the people who came today were Han Muye’s helpers.

However, it was obvious that Jiang Han and the others had talked about the rules of the Sword Pavilion.

Or the rule of asking Han Muye to choose a sword.

Outer sect disciple, 10 spiritual rocks, inner sect, 100.

Seeing them hold their swords with both hands, Han Muye smiled and said, “Since you’re returning the swords, register them.”

Gao Xiaoxuan was about to go forward to take the swords when Han Muye said, “Same old rules. Exercise your best swordsmanship first.”

Jiang Han laughed and unsheathed his sword.

He was once in the top hundred of the outer sect. Under Han Muye’s guidance, his swordsmanship had improved greatly. In terms of combat strength, he could probably enter the top 20 of the outer sect.

He knew that he was not a person with extraordinary apt.i.tude, and his temperament and comprehension were mediocre. He had no intention of fighting for those top positions in the sect.

As long as he could get a good sword this time and get Senior Brother Han to teach him swordsmanship, he would be satisfied.

“Hehe, it’s still a wood-attribute sword technique.”

At this moment, the sword technique that Jiang Han was practicing was the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s wood-type Two Mystical Sword Technique, Green Vine.

Han Muye’s eyes flashed as he watched Jiang Han’s sword light flash. He said in a low voice, “You chose the right path. However, there are leaves and leaves. There’s no need to choose the Green Vine that you’re not good at.”

His words made Jiang Han tremble. His sword moves scattered and his eyes widened.

“Hand over the sword.”

Han Muye raised his hand, and Jiang Han quickly handed the sword hilt over.

“Watch carefully.”

Han Muye took the sword and shouted in a low voice. The sword light in his hand directly turned into a falling leaf, disorderly and seemingly orderly, drifting with the wind.

However, as soon as the leaves rose, they suddenly split into three.

The three pieces had not moved, but they had already scattered and filled the sky!

A thousand leaves!

Every leaf emitted a cold aura. If one touched it, one’s bones and tendons would definitely be severed!

This One Leaf Sword Technique had been deduced by Han Muye to the third level!

The third level of the sword technique could be cultivated to the Earth Realm and condense sword intent!

“Hum—”

The sword light shook, and the falling leaves scattered.

“Do you understand?” Han Muye asked calmly as he inserted his sword into the scabbard in Jiang Han’s hand.

Jiang Han looked a little embarra.s.sed.

How could he have understood it?

He was not someone with heaven-defying talent.

Han Muye laughed and said, “It’s fine. If you don’t understand anything, you can ask me.”

“There’s no need for spiritual rocks next time, but we can’t lack wine and meat.”

“Sure, sure.” Jiang Han nodded repeatedly.

100 spiritual rocks per session was really not expensive, but they had just entered the inner sect, so the cost was huge.

Han Muye waved his hand again, and Gao Xiaoxuan went forward to collect the sword and spiritual rocks.

He brought the sword to the Sword Pavilion and stuffed the spiritual rocks into his pocket.

When he came out, he was holding a different sword.

The sword that Gao Xiaoxuan chose was naturally very suitable for Jiang Han.

How could the Nine Mystic Sword Spirit not know about the swords in the Sword Pavilion?

A total of nine disciples exchanged their swords in an hour.

“Senior Brother Han of the Sword Pavilion, I’m impressed by your ability to choose a sword.”

The new inner sect disciple named Zeng Tong held a long sword and modified several flaws in his swordsmanship according to Han Muye’s guidance.

This instantly raised his swordsmanship by a few levels.

Now he hugged his sword and sighed excitedly.

“Of course. The Senior Brothers of the Sword Pavilion are very capable.” Sun Dayong, who had also improved his swordsmanship, raised his voice.

After they left with their swords happily, Han Muye reached out.

Gao Xiaoxuan handed him three spiritual rocks.

He sent the remaining spiritual rocks to Huang Six, Lu Gao, and Jiang Ming.

“Save this for Instructor Lin.”

He muttered as he held the last two in his hand. He carefully placed one in his pouch and stuffed the other back into his pocket.

Looking at the spiritual rocks in their hands, Jiang Ming and Yang Mingxuan had strange expressions.

“Well, Senior Brother Han, do all sword caretakers have such ability?” Jiang Ming held the spiritual rock as he looked at Han Muye.

Isn’t it difficult to be a Sword Caretaker? he thought.

The abilities that Han Muye and Gao Xiaoxuan had displayed just now—one was proficient in all the sword techniques of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, and the other knew all the swords in the Sword Pavilion like the back of his hand.

The Sword Pavilion had tens of thousands of swords, and the Nine Mystic Sword Sect had countless sword techniques.

Didn’t they say that Sword Caretakers only need to wipe the swords? Jiang Ming thought.

Han Muye turned to look at the two of them and nodded. “Do you think spiritual rocks are that easy to earn?”

Jiang Ming was speechless.

He was an itinerant cultivator, even if he was an alchemy genius. Later on, he only refined the Snow Cleansing Pill, but he lived a hard life.

A medium-grade spiritual rock could be used for two to three years.

Han Muye had earned nine mid-grade spiritual rocks in such a short time. The speed at which he earned spiritual rocks was truly amazing.

Huang Six grinned and turned to the long table to register the swords.

Han Muye also turned around and went to the Sword Pavilion. He took a sackcloth and began to wipe the swords.

This was the real business of the Sword Pavilion’s Sword Caretaker.

“Looks like it’s not easy to survive in the Sword Pavilion…” Jiang Ming looked at the spiritual rock in his palm and shook his head with a bitter smile.

Beside him, Yang Mingxuan looked at the spiritual rocks and nodded.

…

“Fairy Jin Yuan is here—”

Lu Gao’s voice at the door was loud and clear, making Han Muye, who was wiping his sword in the Sword Pavilion, shake his head and send the sword back to the wooden frame.

He had originally planned to wait two days to look for Elder Su Liang, but it seemed like they could not wait any longer.

When he reached the door, he saw Jin Yuan standing at the bottom of the stone steps.

“Senior Brother Han, Master invites you to the medical hall.”

Jin Yuan bowed slightly to Han Muye, then looked at Jiang Ming. “Senior Jiang, Master invites you to go with him.”

Jiang Ming turned to look at Han Muye.

“Let’s go.” Han Muye nodded and walked down the stone steps.

Jiang Ming followed behind him.

After leaving the Sword Pavilion, Jiang Ming went to Han Muye’s side and said in a low voice, “Young Master, I’ve checked the meridians in Yang’s body. His dantian is naturally blocked, and his meridians are almost closed. It’s indeed very difficult to cultivate.”

“Very difficult?” Han Muye turned his head and said, “That means there’s a chance?”

Jiang Ming nodded and said, “If he can endure the pain of his bones being sc.r.a.ped, he can open his meridians and dantian with sword qi.”

At this point, a look of pity flashed across his face. “But that kind of pain is not something an ordinary person can bear. Besides, he doesn’t have any cultivation…”

Han Muye knew the pain of sword qi.

That was indeed unbearable for ordinary people.

Moreover, Yang Mingxuan’s meridians and dantian were even more closed than ordinary people’s.

“Let’s wait for him to make his own decision.” Han Muye looked ahead and whispered.

Actually, there were not many choices for Yang Mingxuan.

He had no cultivation and could not fuse the sword with his body.

His soul power was no different from that of ordinary people. He cultivated the sword of the soul. He did not know if he would have the chance to condense a sword in his life.

Only by forcefully cultivating the sword technique and injecting sword qi into his body might he have a chance.

Ahead, they had reached the medical hall.

“Jiang Ming!” The silver-haired old man standing on the stone steps in front of the medical hall sighed.

Jiang Ming looked at him blankly.

Who is this old man? he thought. I don’t know him.

“Hehe, Fellow Daoist Jiang Ming might not know me.”

The old man shook his head and chuckled. “My name is Sun Ce. A hundred years ago, I witnessed Fellow Daoist Mu’s defeat in Mushen City.”

Jiang Ming nodded and said, “Then you also saw that I couldn’t enter the Little Alchemy Pavilion. You also know that I wasted a hundred years and achieved nothing.”

Sun Ce’s expression froze, then he laughed. “As expected of the alchemy genius from back then.”

The arrogance was still there.

He pointed at the bamboo building behind him and said loudly, “Fellow Daoist Jiang, as long as you come to the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s medical hall, Sun Ce will let you be the presiding elder.”

The position of the presiding elder of the medical hall.

This old man’s leverage was really not light. It seemed that his ability to pry was not bad.

Han Muye looked at Sun Ce indifferently.

The surrounding medical hall disciples and deacons were all surprised.

What kind of person is worthy of the elder’s heavy capital investment?

Jiang Ming shook his head and waved his hand. “I’m currently studying how to refine pills with sword qi in the Sword Pavilion.”

“Does anyone in your medical hall know how to refine pills with sword qi?”

Sun Ce opened his mouth and shook his head.

The disciples beside him were all stunned.

“Senior Brother Han knows,” Jiang Ming looked at Han Muye.

Sword Qi Alchemy.

Is it possible?

In front of the medical hall, everyone’s gaze fell on Han Muye.

Fairy Jin Yuan turned around and looked at the calm Han Muye with a complicated expression.

If she had not seen Han Muye’s extraordinary alchemy skills in Mushen City, she would not believe it either.

“Elder Sun, if there’s nothing else, we’ll leave first,” Han Muye glanced at Sun Ce and said.