740 Imperial City Sword Tiger, Huang Zhihu (2)
“It’s not that I want to criticize you, but you’re the heir apparent. Do you have to do it yourself?”
Huang Zhihu muttered as she boarded the carriage.
“Come, give me a smile.”
“Get lost. I’m not in the mood today.”
…
After the carriage left, Zuo Yuting said worriedly, “From the start of the Mystic Sun Guards’ reserve commander trial, Zhihu goes out almost every day and comes back covered in blood.”
“I wonder if she’s lucky or unlucky to be the shopkeeper’s adopted daughter…”
Hearing her words, Shao Datian said in a clear voice, “It’s naturally a blessing that Young Master allowed her to have the ability to kill.”
Zuo Lin nodded and looked up, suddenly stunned.
“Young Master…”
Who else could it be but the former manager of the Alchemy Destiny Pavilion, Han Muye, who was slowly walking over under the afterglow of the setting sun?
“Fish?
“Not bad. It’s been a long time since I ate the fish in the Immortal Moon Lake.”
Han Muye walked to the small wooden table, sat down, and said with a smile.
“Young Master…”
Shao Datian and Cuicui burst into tears.
Han Muye, who had passed the Out of Body Tribulation, quietly returned.
The Alchemy Destiny Pavilion was still the original Alchemy Destiny Pavilion, but Mu Wan was missing.
He stood in the small courtyard and did not speak for a long time.
In the mortal world, there was such a woman accompanying him.
This woman was extremely careful, going all out, wishing to travel with him.
Was there a better woman than Mu Wan in the world?
“Young Master, is Miss in the Upper Three Heavens now?” Cuicui, who was standing not far away, finally could not help but ask.
Han Muye nodded and heaved a sigh of relief. “Junior Sister, with her personality, it’s good that she’s not in this place.”
“That’s right. Miss is kind-hearted. It’s better not to stay in the Heavenly Mystic,” Shao Datian said softly, “The Heavenly Mystic is also in chaos now.”
Han Muye and Mu Wan’s room was still there, but Huang Zhihu had converted the cultivation room for alchemy into her own room.
According to Huang Zhihu, she did not refine pills, so it was better for her to stay alone in this quiet room.
“Miss Zhihu was studying at the Imperial City Academy. Later, when the Mystic Sun Guards were preparing to conduct the training, she took your position and participated in the training.
“There is a lot of chaos in the Heavenly Mystic. Miss Zhihu often goes on missions.”
“Crown Prince Yunduan has a good relationship with Miss Zhihu. It’s said that they’re in love…” Zuo Lin whispered behind Han Muye about what happened after he left.
In love?
Han Muye’s mouth twitched.
Walking into his room, the furnishings were the same as before.
Sitting on the wooden couch, Han Muye slowly closed his eyes.
Faint soul power flashed around him before finally turning into nothingness.
His soul and body were still a little difficult to control.
To directly step into Out of Body realm level five, be it one’s cultivation or physical body, one needed to adapt to it.
Therefore, he came to the heart refining place.
In this small backyard of the Alchemy Destiny Pavilion, he felt at ease.
“Buzz!”
Behind Han Muye, the phantom of a Kui appeared.
The divine beast Baxia controlled more than 90% of his strength. Because his physical strength was too strong, he needed to use the power of the Kui to suppress it at any time to balance his physical strength.
Within his body, his sea of Qi, dantian, and divine treasure had already fused into one.
The Nascent Soul sword had already turned into a sword of the primordial spirit.
When his primordial spirit sword combined with his physical strength, he would be able to step into a higher level and break through the realm above Heaven Realm.
A golden sword surrounded Han Mu.
This was his primordial spirit.
Other people’s Immortal Souls were incarnations, but he was a sword.
The sword light flashed. Every time it spun, it was a breath.
Han Muye did not know how strong this sword incarnation was.
In any case, when he was resisting the Out of Body Tribulation, the tribulation lightning could not do anything to him.
In the end, the nine lightning dragons were devoured by his primordial spirit.
“Bang!”
Outside the room, there was a loud bang.
Han Muye chuckled and his primordial spirit returned to its original position. With a move, he landed in the small courtyard.
It was already midnight. Huang Zhihu, who was dressed in a green robe that was stained with blood, had a gloomy expression. She held a long sword in her hand.
It was not until he saw Han Muye that Huang Zhihu was stunned for a moment before smiling.
“Godfather…
“I can’t imagine. You’re back.
“I thought it was someone else…”
Looking at the vigilant Huang Zhihu, whose body was stained with blood, Han Muye nodded.
Ever since she was ten years old, this girl had been living alone in White Deer Mountain.
Han Muye could give her the best cultivation in the world, but he could not give her enough security.
“Let me see how your swordsmanship is now,” Han Muye said calmly.
“Godfather, how can my sword technique—” Before Huang Zhihu could finish speaking, the sword in her hand was already handed to Han Muye.
This little guy is much smarter than her father.
Han Muye sighed inwardly and raised his hand.
“Clang—”
The sword vibrated, but Huang Zhihu did not retreat. She thrusted the short sword in her left hand.
Crescent Moon, going against the tide.
This close combat sword was swift and agile.
“Not bad,” Han Muye said softly. With a flick of his finger, he sent the short sword flying.
“Did Third Sister and Zhao Youzhi teach you these two moves?”
That merciless strike was Li Three’s sword technique.
Han Muye had told Zhao Youzhi about the reverse Crescent Moon.
“Brother Lu Yang is in charge of the trial. As the supervisors of the trial, Uncle-Master and the others are all in the Heavenly Mystic World.”
Huang Zhihu put away the long and short swords and spoke in a low voice.
Lu Yang is presiding over the trial?
That was true. Lu Yang was the future leader of the Mystic Sun Guards. It was also suitable for him to preside over the trial of the reserve commander.
Moreover, the Daoist competition was not intense yet. Both sides were stabilizing their foundations, and Lu Yang did not have many battles outside the realm.
“Go wash up and sleep. I’ll accompany you to the Mystic Sun Guards’ camp tomorrow.”
Han Muye waved his hand and turned to return to his room.
