1057 Immortal Cultivation Technique, Second Essence Soul Sword

“Sir, are you looking for a marshland with abundant water and grass?”

Du Sanzhen thought for a moment and replied, “I know of one. It’s called Yunqi Swamp, located 30,000 miles west of Qingyun Town. It covers an area of thousands of square miles.”

The marshland within such a large radius had abundant water vapor.

A day later, Du Sanzhen and the others received a task to hunt down a Yunxi Turtle and headed towards Yunqi Swamp.

Han Muye decided to join them, using the excuse of wanting to explore and appreciate the scenery of the wilderness.

Wang Jintai had never restricted Han Muye’s movements, and now he was busy with the exploitation of the Wujin Mine. When he heard Han Muye mention Qingyun Town, he readily agreed.

“Junior Brother Han, the wilderness is not only filled with powerful monsters but also many sinister cultivators.”

Wang Jintai lowered his voice and pointed to the Wuyue Sword hanging from Han Muye’s waist. “If you encounter a strong enemy, activate the secret technique stored in this sword to send a distress signal to the sect.”

This was a method exclusive to formal disciples.

If it weren’t for Han Muye, Wang Jintai would never have mentioned it.

Although Han Muye had only recently arrived and hadn’t even participated in the trials, Wang Jintai knew that he would undoubtedly become a disciple of the sect.

“Thank you, Senior Brother.”

Han Muye nodded and grasped the hilt of his short sword at his waist. “If I encounter an enemy, I’ll test the effectiveness of this sword first.”

His words made Wang Jintai burst into laughter.

This was how sword cultivators should be.

Watching Han Muye walk out the door, Wang Jintai’s expression slightly softened.

He had no conflict with Han Muye. Once the Black Gold Mine was exploited, he would let Han Muye leave and go for his trials. Perhaps in the future, they would have another connection within the sect.

Perhaps he would have another connection in the sect in the future.

…

Traveling 30,000 miles only took half an hour with the sword’s flying speed.

By the time they stopped and stood with their swords, a vast expanse of lush greenery lay ahead.

The swampy area rippled slightly, emitting a hint of muddy and indescribable odor with the water vapor.

The green immortality merged with the water vapor, spreading throughout the area like mist and clouds.

This was Yunqi Swamp, spanning a thousand miles.

As Han Muye descended, Du Sanzhen and the others behind him visibly turned pale.

There was still a trace of shock in their eyes.

The speed at which this senior of the Sword Sect flew with his sword was truly astonishing. If it weren’t for Du Sanzhen’s flying sword artifact, they would have been left far behind.

The key was that Han Muye wasn’t even flying at full speed. He was casually flying as if taking a leisurely stroll.

“I’ll venture deeper into the swamp. You all stay near the edges.”

Han Muye looked at the dozen or so cultivators with different figures and spoke loudly, “Your tasks are of no importance. I’ll cover any losses.”

Du Sanzhen and the others quickly bowed.

With a swift movement, Han Muye stepped into the mist and clouds.

“Brothers, did I deceive you this time?” Du Sanzhen turned around and grinned when he saw Han Muye leaving.

They all nodded as they looked at each other.

Du Sanzhen’s smile faded, and his gaze swept across everyone’s faces, his expression becoming serious. “I have some information. Han Muye will be leaving Qingyun Town soon.”

“I plan to follow him. A person like him shouldn’t handle everything personally; he needs someone to handle the rough tasks.”

His words made everyone’s eyes shine.

“Haha, Old Du, are you satisfied with the drinks at the Widow’s place these days?”

“Brother Du, if you can have a good background by following the young master, I’ll definitely buy you a half-demon girl as a concubine.”

Laughter erupted as everyone spoke, their faces filled with joy.

The fact that Du Sanzhen could bring them along with Han Muye was already self-explanatory.

As newcomers to this place, Han Muye needed some people to assist and run errands for him.

They were the most suitable for such tasks.

Following Han Muye would undoubtedly lead to good opportunities.

As for leaving Qingyun Town, it didn’t make much difference to them as low-level cultivators.

Seeing everyone in agreement, Du Sanzhen smiled and clasped his hands. “It’s settled, then.”

“Come on, we have nothing better to do. Let’s hunt a few Yunxi Turtles for real.”

“We can’t let the young master compensate for our losses, can we?”

The words received nods and smiles from everyone.

If they weren’t going to follow Han Muye, it wouldn’t matter if Han Muye compensated them with spiritual rocks.

But if they wanted to follow Han Muye, they should at least demonstrate some abilities, right?

If they couldn’t even hunt a few Yunxi Turtles, others would likely look down on them.

“Alright, we’re all veterans of the wilderness. It’s a joke if we can’t even complete our own tasks on this trip.” An old man wearing a black robe ahead chuckled lightly and looked towards the mist and clouds.

He extended his hand and whispered, “Over there.”

No one spoke, but they converged silently, concealing their presence.

They were accustomed to cooperating; no words were needed.

At this moment, Han Muye had already traveled three hundred miles ahead and found himself deep in the water marsh.

“Roar—”

A 30-foot-long, black figure emerged from the tangled grass, leaping up and causing a splash of water.

Before the body reached, a vast and desolate aura rushed forward, mixing with the bloody scent and the unique bloodthirsty power of the beast.

This power froze one’s blood, instantly immobilizing ordinary cultivators, rendering them unable to move.

Han Muye, standing in mid-air, fixed his gaze on the approaching 30-feet creature.

Four limbs, long tail, sharp teeth, and a body covered in black scales.

It was an ordinary crocodile-like beast, but its prolonged existence in this place had imbued it with some demonic power.

Immortality infused the body, while demonic power emerged naturally.

Opening its large mouth, the beast clearly intended to snap Han Muye in half with a single bite.

“Slash—”

Before reaching Han Muye, the creature’s body was already severed in two by a single sword strike.

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