Chapter 96: Mo Yuan’s Decision
On the Deer Park Mountain, at Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s camp base.
The disciples who were scattered everywhere were chatting happily.
In that day’s battle, the might of the Sword Pavilion Elder’s Heavenly Sword stirred up their excitement.
What was even more exciting was that the fall of the Great Spiritual Sword Sect was a set outcome.
Perhaps the last seat of the four major sword sects in the Western Frontier would have to be occupied by another faction.
On the other hand, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s great victory that day would once again shake up the Western Frontier and establish a century-old change.
Who wouldn’t be happy to be in a sect that was about to rise in power?
On the peak of the mountain, there were a few green tents.
In one of them, Han Muye and Mo Yuan sat opposite each other.
At this moment, Mo Yuan’s face was a little pale, but his eyes were bright.
“Kid Han, do you know that I was 1,000 feet away from Elder Gao when he used that move today?”
Mo Yuan waved his hand gently with an excited expression.
“I understand what my Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords is lacking now.”
He clenched his fists and waved them agitatedly. “What’s missing is the real 10,000 sword!”
“After 200 years, I’ve still wasted my time.”
“The sword techniques circulating in the outer sect have too little effect on condensing sword intent.”
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At this moment, Mo Yuan seemed to be a little crazy. He repeatedly recounted his insights and talked about his deduction of the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords.
“Elder Gao is right. After cultivating for a hundred years, one can even fight the Heaven Realm.”
He clenched his fists and muttered softly, as if he was talking to Han Muye or himself.
Cultivating for a hundred years.
But after that strike that day, Mo Yuan’s lifespan should be less than a hundred years, right?
The sword intent that Han Muye had given him was the foundation for Mo Yuan’s breakthrough.
After exhausting this sword intent that day, Mo Yuan’s lifespan had decreased by at least 70%.
Mo Yuan looked up and grinned when he met with Han Muye’s gaze.
“Kid, I know what you’re thinking.”
“We sword cultivators are indifferent to life and death.”
“I’ve thought about it. I’m going to the East Sea.”
“I’m leaving tomorrow.”
The East Sea was among the five territories of the Heavenly Mystic World with the most abundant sword Dao. It was said that there was a Heaven Realm sword cultivator who could cut mountains and seas with a single sword.
“Master, the East Sea is too far away. Your sword intent is depleted now. Why don’t you rest for a while?” Han Muye said in a low voice.
The East Sea was millions of kilometers away.
Hearing Han Muye’s words, Mo Yuan laughed and waved his hand. “It’s fine. At most, I’ll die on the way without regrets.”
He looked at Han Muye with bright eyes. “With my contributions, the Mo family has nothing to worry about.”
“With your inheritance, the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords will definitely flourish.”
“If I don’t leave now, when will I?”
Han Muye nodded and did not persuade him further.
Mo Yuan could cultivate his sword for 200 years. With such a temperament, outsiders could not change his mind.
He reached out and placed a small jade bottle on the table.
This was the lifespan-extending pill that Mo Yuan had given him back then.
It could extend one’s lifespan by a year.
After a moment of silence, Han Muye took out a small sword from his sleeve and placed it on the table.
Spiritual weapon, Flowing Moon Sword.
“Master, come back in a hundred years.”
Han Muye spoke in a low voice. Then he stood up, bowed to Mo Yuan, and turned to walk out of the tent.
Mo Yuan watched him leave. After a long time, he looked down at the small sword and the Lifespan-extending Pill on the table in front of him.
With a changing expression, Mo Yuan reached out and picked up the pill and the small sword.
“Brat, do you think I care about this little thing of yours?”
Mo Yuan smiled and cursed softly. Then, he raised his hand and waved. Three long swords surrounded by sword Qi appeared in front of him.
War had always been the easiest way to become rich.
Mo Yuan was the first to destroy the Three Qin Sword Sect. How could he be lacking a spiritual weapon?
There were several spiritual weapons that he had seized and sent to the Sword Pavilion.
After pondering for a moment, Mo Yuan took out a green and black ring. With a wave of his hand, two spiritual artifact swords fell into it.
He took out a pile of sparkling spiritual rocks and various spiritual materials and treasures and placed them in the interspatial ring.
“Rascal, I was going to leave it for the Mo family, but now you’ve benefited…”
“When I return in a hundred years, I’ll let you see the power of my Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords.”
After Han Muye left Mo Yuan’s tent, he took a deep breath, looked at the tent in the middle of the mountain peak, and then strode over.
When he arrived at the Sword Pavilion Elder’s tent, a middle-aged man in a green robe was standing outside.
Su Yuan.
The new expert of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s fire-type lineage.
With one move of Priarie Fire, he destroyed the Three Qin Sword Sect.
Although Han Muye had never seen Su Yuan before, he had taught Su Yuan the Prairie Fire Sword Technique.
Speaking of which, Han Muye was Su Yuan’s creditor.
Su Yuan owed Han Muye 1,000 merit points.
“Han Muye?”
Su Yuan looked at Han Muye and asked softly.
“Han Muye greets Elder Su.” Han Muye bowed and cupped his hands.
Su Yuan waved his hand and said, “You can just call me Uncle-Master.”
Then he turned and walked slowly up the limestone hill.
Han Muye followed.
“Senior Brother Gao didn’t have to use this move.”
“I told Senior Brother Gao that since I’ve used Prairie Fire, I’m prepared to bear all the consequences.”
Standing on the limestone, Su Yuan placed his hands behind his back and looked at the clear moonlight in the distance.
Han Muye said nothing.
The Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s fire-type lineage had been silent for too long and was about to collapse and be annexed by the other lineages.
It was understandable that Su Yuan wanted to rebuild the fire-type lineage again and use the Prairie Fire to gather the hearts of the people.
However, from the memories of the Three Qin Sword Sect’s elder, Han Muye knew that the Prairie Fire seemed to be a forbidden technique that could not be used.
“Uncle-Master Su, the elder didn’t attack only for you,” Han Muye looked at Su Yuan and said in a low voice.
“He did it for the sect.”
Or rather, the sect’s pressure forced the Sword Pavilion Elder to attack.
However, in the end, it was still because the Sword Pavilion Elder was willing to attack. Otherwise, no one could make him attack.
Su Yuan shook his head and looked into the distance, his eyes solemn.
“The credit for destroying the Three Qin Sword Sect this time can ensure that the fire-type lineage won’t collapse for ten years.”
“If no one can be in charge of the fire-type lineage in ten years, it can only be said to be fate.”
Su Yuan turned around and looked at Han Muye. “Remember, no matter what happens, you have to escort Senior Brother Gao back to the Nine Mystic Mountain.”
That day, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect had earned a huge victory. The Sword Pavilion Elder had killed the Supreme Elder of the Great Spiritual Sword Sect, Mu Tieyang, causing the Great Spiritual Sword Sect’s strength to decrease by 30%.
After that day, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s reputation would soar. It should be an existence that would quickly rise in the Western Frontier.
However, not only was Su Yuan, the hero who destroyed the Three Qin Sword Sect in one battle, not happy, but he also seemed to be in great trouble.
Han Muye looked at Su Yuan and whispered, “Uncle-Master Su, is it because of the Prairie Fire Sword Technique?”
Hearing Han Muye’s question, Su Yuan nodded. “Yes.”
Han Muye frowned and said, “Uncle-Master, why can’t you use this sword technique?”
Su Yuan did not answer. Instead, he turned to look at the Nine Mystic Sword Sect disciples gathered at the foot of the mountain.
“Since there will be an unexpected trouble when using this sword technique, Uncle-Master Su, why did you still use Prairie Fire?” Han Muye looked at Su Yuan and asked in a low voice.
If he did not use this move, Elder Gao would not have to attack that day.
If he did not use the Prairie Fire Sword Technique, the Three Qin Sword Sect would only be destroyed later.
“The Sect Master asked me to use it.”
Su Yuan spoke softly.
Sect Master, Jin Ze.
Han Muye wanted to ask more, but Su Yuan had already disappeared.
Han Muye watched him leave and pondered for a moment before turning to head for the Sword Pavilion Elder’s tent.
There were many things that the Sword Pavilion Elder would have answers to.