150, Xu Haoshengs last wish was to start refining the life-extending pill.
Standing on the second floor of the sword pavilion, Han Muye held a long sword in his hand and quietly watched the story in the sword.
Xu Haosheng, who has been practicing for a hundred years and has reached the peak of foundation building, returned to his hometown.
The family back then was still the same, except that the family ancestor who was able to condense his energy was getting old, and most of the other brothers and uncles who had no cultivation skills had already expired.
The return of Xu Haosheng surprised the ancestor.
Xu Haosheng, who has reached the pinnacle of foundation building cultivation, can make the Xu family a great family.
But knowing the sect Xu Haosheng had joined, the ancestor was disappointed again.
Sanshui City, where the Xu family is located, is under the rule of the Yuehua Sword Sect.
Yuehua Sword Sect and Jiuxuan Sword Sect are competing for the position of the four major sword sects, and the chaos continues.
Xu Haosheng's identity as a disciple of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect must not be disclosed to the family.
Xu Haosheng lived in the family for ten years.
In the past ten years, the longevity of the ancestor has expired, and Xu Haosheng has taken action five times.
Ten years later, the new family patriarch, his younger brother Xu Maosheng, reached the fifth level of Qi Condensation.
For ten years, he married a wife and had children like a mortal.
Ten years later, he severed his ties with the world, returned to Jiuxuan Sword Sect, stayed in seclusion for three years, and entered the realm of the earth.
In the following decades, the battle between the Yuehua Sword Sect and the Jiuxuan Sword Sect became even more intense, and Xu Haosheng, who had cultivated in the realm, went on a conquest without stopping.
When the Yuehua Sword Sect declined, the Jiuxuan Sword Sect became one of the four major sword sects, and when Xu Haosheng returned to Sanshui City, the Xu family had already dispersed.
Not only the Xu family, but also Sanshui City was mostly destroyed in the chaos.
This incident became a knot in Xu Haosheng's mind.
After so many years, Xu Haosheng has not formed a Taoist partner, and his cultivation is stuck at the fifth level of Qishen, unable to advance further.
The story doesn't end here.
This time Xu Haosheng led his disciples down the mountain to fight, which was originally very smooth.
The Jiuxuan Sword Sect is gaining momentum, and the Fengling Sword Sect, whose sect leader is seriously injured and is in seclusion, cannot stop it.
But while fighting for a Qingling iron ore vein, something unexpected happened.
The owner of this mine is a small family under the rule of Fenglingjian Sect.
Xu family.
When Xu Haosheng was about to kill the master of the Xu family, the throbbing of his blood made him stop.
This Xu family is actually his family bloodline.
Even, direct bloodline!
His withdrawal allowed the strong men from the Wind Spirit Sword Sect present to seize the opportunity and seriously injure him.
"Hey, I haven't been able to cut off love and sex after all..."
In Han Muye's mind, the remnant soul of Xu Haosheng, who was dressed in a green robe and had a slim figure, cupped his hand towards Han Muye.
In Han Muye's view, Xu Haosheng's life was like that of most sect practitioners.
Xu Haosheng’s obsession is also a hindrance to most practitioners.
Family, sect, relatives, disciples, all these can be a help to the practitioners, or they can also be a shackles for them.
Xu Haosheng used the power of his family to understand the mortal world and step into the realm of the earth.
But it was also the feeling of being ashamed of his family that left him with a knot in his heart that made him unable to improve his cultivation for the rest of his life.
As Xu Haosheng said, how can we cut off love and sex?
Han Muye nodded and said softly: "Elder Xu, what are your unfulfilled wishes?"
Xu Haosheng has only the remnants of his soul left, and Han Muye can't do much to help him.
Granting your wish should be your last obsession, right?
Xu Haosheng nodded and raised his hand to Han Muye: "You are the one guarding the sword pavilion, right?"
"I also heard that Senior Brother Han in Jiange is quite capable. It's really impressive."
"I left my residual soul in the sword, and I want to ask my little friend to help me find my true blood relative."
After pondering for a while, Xu Haosheng whispered: "I don't ask to save the Xu family, as long as I can preserve a bloodline."
The current Xu family doesn't even know that there is someone like him.
The Jiuxuan Sword Sect also doesn’t know that the Xu family is Xu Haosheng’s direct bloodline.
Even if they knew, I'm afraid they wouldn't be lenient.
Before the sect becomes more powerful, what does ordinary family love mean?
Han Muye did not speak.
Xu Haosheng's request is easier said than done.
Letting go of the hilt of the sword, the image in his mind disappeared.
By the time he put the sword on the wooden stand and turned back downstairs, the team delivering the sword had already left.
Huang Laoliu sat in front of the long desk, sorting out the books and registering the information about the swords in the pavilion.
"Little guy, you have to learn to do this errand from now on." Huang Laoliu was writing while teaching Gao Xiaoxuan who was lying next to him.
It can be seen that Gao Xiaoxuan is not interested in writing and painting.
But the little white fox was sitting on the long desk, staring.
Han Muye walked out of the sword pavilion, and not far away, Yang Shao in black robe strode over.
"Senior Brother Han."
"I should have guessed it."
Yang Shao bowed to Han Muye, then looked up at him and whispered.
Han Muye nodded and said softly: "My condolences."
He could see that Yang Shao was really sad.
There are not many disciples like him in Santan Pavilion.
After hearing Han Muye's words, Yang Shao shook his head and his expression became even lower.
"I don't know about others. Master's kindness to me is as heavy as a mountain. I must take revenge."
He clenched his fists and his eyes were red.
Like a teacher or a father.
Although Xu Haosheng accepted him as a disciple for a short time, he taught him carefully and had no selfish motives.
Masters and disciples in the spiritual world are often closer than blood ties in the ordinary world.
Looking at Yang Shao in front of him, Han Muye pondered for a moment and said, "Which one do you choose between your master's sword and his last wish?"
Yang Shao looked up and widened his eyes.
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In front of the sword pavilion, Yang Shao left in despair, and Han Muye sighed softly.
This choice is difficult.
Should he fight for Xu Haosheng's sword with most of the Santan Pavilion disciples, or should he take action to preserve the Xu family's bloodline?
As Xu Haosheng's disciple, Yang Shao is at the front in order of relative proximity.
If he wants to get the sword, he has a good chance.
As for Yang Shao, the difficulty of preserving the bloodline of the Xu family is as high as the sky.
The Xu family is dependent on the Fengling Sword Sect. To save the Xu family, they almost have to become enemies of the Jiuxuan Sword Sect!
Even if Yang Shao reveals that the Xu family is of Xu Haosheng's blood, the sect will not let the Xu family go because of this relationship.
How could the sect change its decision when it was related to a large mineral vein and the illusory mortal blood relationship?
Yang Shao didn't say what to choose when he left, and Han Muye didn't ask any questions.
He has already conveyed Xu Haosheng's wish to his disciples, but there is not much else he can do.
Turning around and entering the Jiange, Huang Laoliu and Gao Xiaoxuan were nowhere to be found, but Yang Mingxuan and Jiang Ming were there.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Brother Han, I have thought about it."
Looking at Han Muye, Yang Mingxuan bowed and spoke in a low voice.
"Please, senior brother, teach me the method of entering the sword energy into my body."
The sword energy entered the body and tore open the blocked tendons in Dantian. This was Yang Mingxuan's only chance.
Of course, this method is very painful.
"Actually, the three techniques of Jiange can be practiced together."
Looking at Yang Mingxuan who was bowing, Han Muye said calmly.
"First cultivate the sword energy into the body, open the tendons and Dantian, and condense the sword bones."
"After you have reached a certain level of cultivation, you can integrate the sword into your body and refine your sword body."
"As for the soul being a sword, it can be used as a back-up weapon and can be refined at your leisure."
This practice method is not as sophisticated as the Xuanyang Jue practiced by Han Muye's own Three Jue practitioners, but it is better than it is safe.
Han Muye does not think that the inheritance in Jiange must be taught separately.
Wouldn’t it be nice to have more people who can practice spiritual practice?
"Thank you, Senior Brother Han."
Yang Mingxuan nodded, bowed and said.
"Come with me, I'll teach you how to draw sword energy into your body."
Han Muye waved, turned and walked towards an empty quiet room. When passing by the wooden frame, he picked up a sword in his hand.
Yang Mingxuan followed and walked in.
Jiang Ming stood where he was, with a smile on his face.
After a moment, a short groan of pain came from the quiet room.
Half an hour later, Han Muye walked out of the quiet room.
A quarter of an hour later, Yang Mingxuan walked out with a pale face and trembling legs.
"Boy Yang, can you bear it?" Jiang Ming asked with a grin.
Yang Mingxuan glanced at him, shook his head and said, "You have to carry it even if you can't bear it."
"Compared to the pain of not being able to practice, what is this pain?"
When he said this, there was a bright light in his eyes.
Just now in the quiet room, Han Muye channeled sword energy and poured it into his meridians.
This tearing pain almost made him faint.
Because Yang Mingxuan's meridians were fragile, even if Han Muye used the mildest water vein sword energy to travel through it, he could only inject a wisp of sword energy.
This wisp of sword energy was now flowing through the meridians in Yang Mingxuan's body, making his whole body feel as if it was being torn apart.
But that's the power.
This is spiritual practice!
From then on, he was no longer a mortal.
After walking out of the sword pavilion, Yang Mingxuan looked up at the sky and felt the urge to cry loudly!
…
In the quiet room, Han Muye sat cross-legged.
In his hand, a small jasper cauldron floated gently.
This alchemy cauldron was used by Bai Suzhen herself to practice alchemy.
The grade of the alchemy cauldron is not too high, the forging method is not bad, and the spiritual materials used are good enough.
Han Muye nourished himself with sword energy and spiritual energy, and spent nearly two days refining the alchemy furnace.
After refining, the alchemy cauldron became more agile and had an inexplicable connection with him.
Instead of refining the elixir in the quiet room of Jiange, Han Muye chose to take the elixir to the sect's secret place.
In the spiritual land, there are spirit gathering arrays to assist in cultivation, and spirit locking arrays that can isolate power.
Han Muye is going to refine the longevity elixir and refine it in the spiritual land. When the elixir is completed, he can use the formation to lock the immortal elixir.
Since you want to refine, you naturally want to refine the immortal elixir.
When I went to the spiritual land again, I checked the direct disciple token and entered the small village. The process was much smoother.
At the entrance of the village, there were also several true disciples saying hello.
I haven't met Li San and his direct descendants, so they are probably practicing in seclusion.
Walking straight to his big house, Han Muye raised the spirit gathering array and the spirit locking array, then took out the alchemy furnace and let in the sword energy.
"Buzz——"
There was a soft sound, the alchemy furnace rotated, the spiritual light flashed on it, and the sword energy lingered.
Han Muye took a breath, closed his eyes, and replayed the scene of refining the longevity pill in his mind.
A quarter of an hour later, his eyes opened, and light flashed inside them.
The elixirs were placed one after another, and the lid of the alchemy furnace was opened.
The elixir is put into the furnace, and the fragrance of the medicine overflows.
With the spirit lock formation, the movements in the big house will not be known to outsiders.
Among the direct disciples, who hasn’t learned some of his own secrets?
The spirit-locking formation isolates them so that they can practice with peace of mind.
All the elixirs were put into the alchemy furnace, Han Muye raised his hands, and a fiery red sword intent appeared.
This is the fire-based sword intent absorbed from the Purple Flame Sword. It was condensed by Patriarch Tao Ran back then and unknowingly resides in the Purple Flame Sword.
Ancestor Tao Ran's cultivation is profound, and this sword intention has a tendency to turn into sword power.
The fire-based sword intent enters the alchemy cauldron, and the elixir inside begins to be continuously purified, and the impurities are separated and chopped into pieces.
"Buzz——"
In the alchemy cauldron, two elixirs with pure medicinal power began to take shape.