A demonic technique.

There were quite a few demonic cultivators in the Western Frontier, and all sorts of techniques circulated among them.

In the eyes of Western Frontier cultivators, demonic cultivators stood apart by nature from sword cultivators and spiritual-qi cultivators.

Demonic cultivators were colder-blooded than other cultivators.

It was said that Li Mubai, sect master of the Shangyang Demon Sect and the foremost great demonic cultivator of the Western Frontier, had once personally killed his own Dao companion.

That was also why Jiang Ming had specially warned Han Muye when he saw him doing business with Bai Suzhen.

Most demonic cultivators of the Western Frontier came to no good end.

“I know you don’t hold much prejudice against demonic cultivators.” Huang Six looked at Han Muye, a trace of a smile on his face.

“Otherwise you wouldn’t be so tangled up with Bai Suzhen.”

Those words turned Han Muye’s originally solemn face into a smile.

Indeed, in his view, cultivation itself had no right or wrong. It only depended on whether a cultivator’s heart could remain upright.

Tang Chi cultivated the true orthodox legacy techniques of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect—and so what?

If he had not deliberately delayed this time, the Fengshou Mountain defense line might never have been broken.

“As expected, Sixth Brother sees through things clearly.” Han Muye shook his head and also reached out to peel a sweet potato.

Han Muye did not stay long with Huang Six. After a few words, he rose and left.

On a distant cliff, Li San held a wine gourd, taking swallows now and then.

Han Muye walked up and took out his own small gourd.

He took a long pull of the sorrowful wine, then turned the mouth of the wine gourd downward, letting the precious liquor spill away.

“Back home we have a custom. Spill wine on the ground, and those who have passed can drink it.”

As he spoke, Han Muye raised the wine gourd toward the empty air in a slight salute. “Brother Ten, Nineteen toasts you.”

Li San looked up, also raised her wine gourd, then took another fierce swallow.

“That fellow Lu Ten… he had feelings for me.”

Copying Han Muye, she spilled the wine from her gourd onto the ground, then suddenly spoke.

“He knew I was waiting for Deng Chungang, so he never brought it up with me.”

“Before we came, he deliberately borrowed my wine gourd and swapped all my wine for water.”

Li San’s gaze turned toward the distance, a mocking smile on her face. “That fool thought that if he cooked something tasty and kept watch over the spiritual land, I would develop feelings for him?”

“Ridiculous.”

Finished speaking, she stood and handed a small cloth packet to Han Muye.

“This is what Lu Ten asked me to give you.”

“Spirit stones to repay you for the pills.”

Last time Lu Ten came to Fengshou Mountain, he had borrowed pills from Han Muye.

Han Muye reached out and took the cloth packet. Inside were all kinds of spiritual materials, quite a few spirit stones, and even some swords.

All told, the value was probably several hundred thousand spirit stones.

Han Muye gripped the cloth packet tightly.

To be honest, he had never thought of making Lu Ten and the others repay the spirit stones for the pills.

He did not lack them.

“When this battle is over, I’ll leave the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.”

Li San, who had already walked a few steps away, paused. She said coolly, “Being in the same sect as someone like Tang Second—I’ve no interest.”

With that, she picked up her sword and left straightaway.

Han Muye sat on the cliff, looking at the distant demon race encampment, and softly sighed.

“Heh. So young, and already sighing like this.”

“If this old man were your age, I’d have long since struck and cut down that Tang Second myself.”

Tu Sunshi, his hair a mess, was somehow already standing at the edge of the boulder. He stroked his beard and lightly sniffed. “Good wine.”

Han Muye raised a hand and tossed the small gourd over.

Tu Sunshi caught it, lifted it at once, and a crystal stream of wine poured into his mouth.

“Fine wine!”

Once it went down his throat, he laughed long and loud, hugged the small gourd, and drank several more mouthfuls before fondling it, reluctant to put it down.

“If you like it, it’s yours.”

Han Muye waved a hand.

When he had drunk this wine with Lu Ten and the others, he had felt boundlessly carefree.

Now Li San no longer wanted to stay in the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, and Lu Ten had fallen.

The more he drank this wine, the more sorrowful it became.

Tu Sunshi chuckled, tucked the wine gourd away, and said, “Kid, you’ll get used to it later.”

“Cultivation is a lonely journey to begin with.”

“Three to five hundred years from now, when not one in a hundred of those who walked with you remain, you won’t have today’s frame of mind anymore.”

Han Muye nodded.

He knew Tu Sunshi was right.

Cultivators lived for thousands of years at a stretch. In the end, companions still fell one after another.

No wonder those old ancestors could truly sever emotion and desire.

It was only that there was already nothing left that could weigh on their hearts.

“I have to say, among the juniors of your Nine Mystic Sword Sect there are quite a few with fierce combat strength—and they’re ruthless enough. Still that Tang Second.”

“If today’s affair had truly succeeded for him, he would have had a place in the entire Western Frontier.” Tu Sunshi looked at Han Muye, a smile on his face. “A pity. Man’s schemes can never match Heaven’s schemes.”

Finished speaking, Tu Sunshi turned to look toward the distant mountain woods, where demonic qi was rising.

“Kid, the battle ahead won’t be easy to get through.”

“Don’t you die here.”

Han Muye laughed and looked up at Tu Sunshi. “The same to you, Senior.”

Those words made Tu Sunshi burst into loud laughter. The sound carried a thousand zhang away and drew countless gazes.

Tu Sunshi left. Han Muye sat cross-legged. Immortal-grade pills spun one after another in his dantian, scattering spiritual qi.

He had come here without rest, then fought a great battle. He was truly exhausted to the extreme.

Sitting cross-legged to regulate his breath, he gathered his mind and spirit. Sword qi throughout his body withdrew, until he seemed like a boulder.

…

Boom—

When Han Muye opened his eyes, the morning sun was just rising.

Rumbling came from the distance.

“Last night the demon army already pushed to the Cloud Nest Ridge line.” Li San stood on the cliff with her long sword in her arms. Light shone in her eyes, reflecting the morning sun.

“That direction is the Yuntai Dao Sect’s.”

“The Yuntai Dao Sect is probably surrounded.”

The Yuntai Dao Sect was one of the nine great sects of the Western Frontier.

Its garrison was near Fengshou Mountain, and the Yuntai Dao Sect had long been prepared.

In the distance, light screens rose one after another, only to be crushed again by overwhelming demonic qi.

The rumbling was like thunder.

“Can they hold?”

Han Muye drew a deep breath and asked.

Li San shook her head. “They can’t.”

They couldn’t hold.

The Yuntai Dao Sect was only one of the nine great sects. It could not withstand a siege by the Southern Wasteland’s great army.

“Then we just watch like this?” Han Muye’s eyes narrowed as he spoke in a low voice.

“There are definitely strong experts arranged among the demons over there, waiting for us to go to the rescue.” Li San’s face was calm as she looked at Han Muye.

“I may kill like a madwoman, but I’m not stupid.”

Whoever went to the rescue now would only be a fool diving into a net.

The rumbling rang out in sheets.

The sky over there was dyed blue and red.

Separated by hundreds of li, hundreds of thousands of cultivators on Cloud Nest Ridge simply watched.

Han Muye only felt a hard-to-dispel gloom gathering in his chest, demanding to be vented.

He flew up and turned to look toward the mountain woods behind him.

“Senior Tu Sunshi, the Yuntai Dao Sect is under siege. Are we just going to watch?”

His voice was high and carried more than ten li away.

Below, countless cultivators looked up at him.

Li San watched Han Muye.

She did not understand why Han Muye insisted on stepping forward now.

Today, no one could save the Yuntai Dao Sect.

“Han Muye, who do you think you are?” A clear, cold voice came. A blue-robed youth with a sword on his back flew up and hung still in midair.

Blue robe, long sword, sword intent soaring from his body.

An elite junior of the Taiyi Sword Sect—All is Well, Sun Jinshi.

“Your Nine Mystic Sword Sect won’t even take responsibility for the fall of Fengshou Mountain, and now you come asking why we’re standing by while the Yuntai Dao Sect is surrounded.”

Sun Jinshi’s face showed a cold smile as he stared at Han Muye. “If you’ve got the ability, go rescue the Yuntai Dao Sect yourself.”

Hearing Sun Jinshi’s words, countless cultivators below all shook their heads.

The defeat at Fengshou Mountain had something to do with the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, but more of it was that the Southern Wasteland’s great demons had arrived. The Western Frontier could no longer support the defense line and could only fall back.

But Sun Jinshi was not wrong either—if one had to find a chief culprit, it was naturally the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

Han Muye’s gaze swept over Sun Jinshi, then fell on the long sword on his back. He said coolly, “So you’re another one like Tang Second.”

Those words made Sun Jinshi’s face change. With a clang, the long sword on his back left its sheath.

Han Muye paid him no mind. His figure turned into a stream of light.

“Senior Tu Sunshi, this junior dares invite you to make a trip to the Yuntai Dao Sect. Do you dare come along?”

Han Muye’s long cry shook for hundreds of li!

Inviting the foremost sword cultivator of the Western Frontier to go to the Yuntai Dao Sect!

And asking whether he dared go along!

That shout made every cultivator on Cloud Nest Ridge stare wide-eyed.

A madman, or a fool?

Sun Jinshi glared, teeth clenched, ten zhang of sharpness pouring from the sword in his hand.

“Looking for death!”

He raised his hand, and sword light stabbed toward Han Muye.

Tu Sunshi was indeed the foremost sword cultivator of the Western Frontier.

But even the foremost sword cultivator of the Western Frontier would not dare face several Southern Wasteland great demons at once.

What Han Muye was doing now was not inviting a rescue of the Yuntai Dao Sect at all—he was clearly inviting Tu Sunshi to go die!

“Get lost.”

Just as Sun Jinshi’s sword light stabbed toward Han Muye, Li San below raised a hand and with one sword strike directly scattered Sun Jinshi’s sword light.

“Just because you don’t have the guts to go doesn’t mean others won’t.”

Li San guided her long sword and shouted at the top of her lungs, “Li Xixi of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect is willing to go—”

Her figure turned into a streak of cyan light, following Han Muye toward the Yuntai Dao Sect.

Ahead, demonic lights rose one after another.

Those were Earth Realm experts among the demons charging into the sky to block the sword light.

In the distance, three pillars of demonic light that blotted out heaven and earth turned into columns of smoke.

“Tu Sunshi, do you have the guts to come?”

The voice was like thunder, booming and exploding.

Then came long laughter.

So what if he was the foremost sword cultivator of the Western Frontier?

At this moment, didn’t he still have to tuck his head in like a turtle?

Every Western Frontier cultivator on Cloud Nest Ridge gritted their teeth.

But no one hoped Tu Sunshi would make a move.

The Western Frontier had only four Heaven Realm great cultivators.

If Tu Sunshi did not act, he could still serve as a deterrent.

Once he acted and was besieged by three experts of the same level, there was not a shred of hope of victory to be seen.

Whether Tu Sunshi fell or was heavily wounded, for the Western Frontier it would be a catastrophic crisis.

“Grandmaster, you must not go!” Pale-faced, Sun Jinshi turned and cried out.

“Must not go?”

In the void, Tu Sunshi’s voice rang out.

In a cyan Daoist robe, wearing a purple-gold crown that bound his hair, a gleaming long sword on his back, Tu Sunshi had none of yesterday’s slovenly look.

“Where is it that I must not go?”

Tu Sunshi took a step of a thousand zhang. Thunder seemed to surge around him, and sword light turned into swimming dragons intertwining.

“It is the garrison of our Western Frontier’s Yuntai Dao Sect. Am I, a Western Frontier cultivator, not allowed to go?”

“Or are you saying that under heaven, there is a place this Tu Sunshi may not go?”

Word by word, step by step, Tu Sunshi crossed a hundred li in an instant.

“Haha, well come!”

Long laughter came from within the cloud pillars formed by the Southern Wasteland great demons, and then the three cloud pillars crashed toward Tu Sunshi.

“Kid, you asked if I dared go. See whether this old man dares.”

Tu Sunshi laughed long and loud, raised a hand to summon the long sword from his back. With one sweep of sword light, a ten-thousand-zhang dragon shadow flew out at once.

Han Muye’s eyes narrowed. He murmured, “Heavenly Dragon.”

The Blazing Sun Palace’s sect-suppressing sword art—Heavenly Dragon.

Han Muye had seen this sword stance in a sword pellet.

The ten-thousand-zhang Heavenly Dragon, wrapped in wind and thunder, crashed straight into the great demon cloud pillars blocking the way.

The cloud pillars were smashed aside, revealing a burly man covered in scales with long horns on his head.

In that man’s hand was a long axe, which he chopped toward the Heavenly Dragon.

The other two cloud pillars crashed toward Tu Sunshi from left and right together.

Tu Sunshi laughed heartily. An illusory long sword appeared above his head.

“Kid, how does this sword of mine differ from the soul sword of your Sword Pavilion’s legacy?”

Even as he asked, the long sword above his head crashed down toward the cloud pillar on the left.

Boom—

This soul sword seemed even sharper than the Heavenly Dragon sword art. One stroke split the cloud pillar open, forcing the green-robed demon holding a wooden staff within to retreat again and again.

By then the demon cloud pillar on the far right had already covered Tu Sunshi’s head. A ten-foot-tall man in black half-armor laughed long and loud. “Tu Sunshi, what other methods do you have left?”

Tu Sunshi’s expression did not change. Han Muye’s figure moved and landed at Tu Sunshi’s side.

“Since this junior invited Senior to come along, I ought naturally to give my all in aiding Senior’s strike.”

Above Han Muye’s head, an illusory long sword appeared and instantly fused with Tu Sunshi’s soul sword.

Boom—

The two swords joined and erupted in endless brilliance!

The great demon who had still been able to resist was cut a hundred li away by a single stroke, coughing blood as he fell back in defeat.

The power of that sword exceeded what came before by several times!

“My Sword Pavilion has one sword that can contend with a Heaven Realm expert for a hundred breaths.”

“I’m also curious what that sword looks like today in the hands of a Heaven Realm expert.” Han Muye looked at Tu Sunshi and said softly, “Senior, please draw your sword.”

Tu Sunshi laughed heartily, glanced toward the great demon on the right who was trying to flee, then cast his gaze on Han Muye. “Kid, your swordsmanship is better than mine. This sword—I’ll let you strike it.”

As his words fell, that endlessly radiant illusory long sword solidified and settled above Han Muye’s head, hanging quietly high.

Infinite light burst from Han Muye’s eyes. The long sword above his head trembled lightly with his will.

He slowly looked toward the black-armored great demon within the cloud pillar, whose expression had turned grave.

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