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Du Sanzhen\'s cultivation and knowledge were limited to this place called the Yuze Prefecture, and the strongest individuals he had encountered were only a few peak experts at the Immortal Realm.

Among them was a disciple guarding the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect\'s Yuze state.

This disciple, named Wang Minghe, made a move in the wilderness and killed a peak-stage demonic beast with three strikes of his sword.

He comprehended the sword technique of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, River Tune Listening to the Wind.

Although it was only three moves, Han Muye had already roughly figured out the sword technique trajectory of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect.

In addition to the two sets of basic sword techniques from the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect that Du Sanzhen had exchanged as mission rewards, Han Muye could now truly display the sword techniques of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect.

After Du Sanzhen gradually refined his long sword, his speed of flight increased several times.

Han Muye followed behind him, neither fast nor slow, as if he was strolling leisurely, which earned Du Sanzhen\'s admiration.

On their way, Han Muye continuously absorbed and processed the information he obtained from Du Sanzhen\'s long sword.

The Immortal World was vast, with various layers of intertwined information, making it difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

However, because of this, he could easily fabricate his own origin, his sword techniques, and so on.

"Buzz!"

Ahead, Du Sanzhen\'s sword suddenly paused, and Han Muye stopped in mid-air above a scattered pavilion on a small hill.

Various sword lights and floating spells could be seen in the surroundings.

Du Sanzhen took out a jade token from his hand, infused it with a faint immortal aura, and after a moment, three sword lights descended.

These sword lights were fast and emitted a clear immortal aura.

The person at the forefront was wearing a blue half-armor, with a translucent long sword on his back, a bun holding his hair on top of his head, and a short beard on his chin. He appeared to be around forty years old and had a cultivation level of at least the Heaven Realm.

Behind him were two young men with a vigilant expression, both carrying long swords and emitting a faint green light.

"Disciples of our sect?" The 40-year-old sword cultivator\'s gaze swept over the jade token in Du Sanzhen\'s hand, then looked at Han Muye who was following closely behind.

Han Muye had a faint, thin sword light emanating from him, accompanied by a lingering green aura.

However, based on this alone, it couldn\'t be determined that he was a disciple of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect.

Du Sanzhen turned to look at Han Muye.

·ƈθm Han Muye nodded, and a green sword light appeared around him.

This time, the sword light not only contained the hidden mark of being a disciple of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect but also the blessing of the basic sword techniques of the sect.

Sure enough, as the sword light appeared, the expressions of the three individuals in front of him eased.

The middle-aged sword cultivator nodded and said loudly, "I am Wang Jintai, the guardian of the Sword Sect stationed in the Fuliang Wilderness.

"Just relying on this mark is not enough to determine your identity. Come with me."

With a movement of his figure, he turned and headed towards a towering four-story green pavilion below.

Sword Pavilion, or rather, Sword Tower.

It was a sword tower similar to the one in the Upper Heaven Sword Pavilion, but with slight variations in its form.

This sword tower appeared more aggressive, not just a place for hiding swords like the Nine Mystic Mountain.

To the disciples of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, the sword tower was their own dojo, their own sword domain.

Entering the sword domain of an outsider\'s dojo was impossible without 10 times the strength.

Of course, there was no need to worry about danger if it was their own people.

Han Muye did not hesitate, his figure moved, and he directly descended onto the Sword Tower.

One of the young sword cultivators followed him, while the other turned to Du Sanzhen and said, "Whether you are a disciple of our sect or not, your mission reward won\'t be reduced."

After saying that, without waiting for Du Sanzhen to express his joy and gratitude, he had already left.

Before Han Muye flew onto the Sword Tower, he stepped inside and immediately felt a surge of sword intent penetrating his body.

There was also a faint probing of his spiritual power.

Fortunately, both the sword intent and the spiritual power were just testing, and they did not provoke a counterattack from the power within Han Muye.

Wang Jintai, the middle-aged sword cultivator, stood in front of the Sword Tower, staring at Han Muye, holding a green long sword in his hand.

"In our Sword Sect, we acknowledge the sword first, then the person."

He looked at the young sword cultivator who had come behind Han Muye and nodded slightly.

"Zhang Yunji is here to seek guidance."

The long sword was unsheathed, and the sword followed the person.

Being a disciple of a major sect, as soon as this sword was unsheathed, it stirred the sound of wind and thunder, displaying a formidable presence.

In the realm of immortals, sword techniques and cultivation methods also emphasized the state of mind.

"Wind and lightning?" Han Muye\'s expression remained unchanged as he raised his hand, and the long sword in the scabbard behind his back was unsheathed.

He didn\'t turn around but let the long sword emit a trace of green immortal energy. With a twist, it collided with the surging clouds and sword light coming from behind.

The Wind and Thunder Sword Technique was one of the basic sword techniques of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect.

One of the two basic sword techniques Du Sanzhen cultivated was this Sword of Wind and Thunder.

Previously, when he was guarding the weak space in the wasteland, he had used the Wind and Thunder Sword to activate the power of the array formation.

"Bang!"

The clash of swords produced a muffled thunderous sound.

""What a brilliant display of Cloud and Thunder!" Zhang Yunji\'s eyes brightened, and he swung his sword to the left, forming an arc and revealing a golden lightning.

Han Muye still did not turn around.

The sword advanced three inches, but the longsword in his hand did not move at all.

A cold light flickered in Wang Jintai\'s eyes.

This made Zhang Yunji frowned, and he swung his sword even faster.

Just as the sword was three feet behind Han Muye, Han Muye\'s sword finally moved.

"Buzz!"

The person followed the sword, accompanied by a gentle breeze!

This sword also carried the sound of wind and thunder, but it was like a person being a gentle breeze, and the sword radiating with lightning.

"Slash—"

The long sword in Han Muye\'s hand clashed with Zhang Yunji\'s sword. Zhang Yunji trembled all over, took a step back, and with the help of the force, Han Muye\'s figure became twice as fast. In a blink of an eye, he appeared behind Zhang Yunji.