Chapter 92

I don't want to die.

It was strange; as Han Muye looked at the exquisite face, his mind was filled with this thought.

His body was frozen in place, unable to move, and his mind seemed to split into two parts.

One part was bound by a strange force, forcing him to stare into the female cultivator's eyes.

The other part hovered in his mind, trying to mobilize the sword qi and sword intent in his dantian and qi sea, ready to fight to the death.

Han Muye remained silent, and the female cultivator's smile grew wider.

"Is it any wonder that you were chosen by the Nine Profound Sword? You do have some skill. At least your willpower is something few in the Sword Pavilion can match."

The female cultivator raised her hand, her gentle fingers climbing up Han Muye's shoulder, tracing his cheek, and then lightly gripping the small bronze sword in his hair.

"Buzz—"

The small sword trembled, shaking off the female cultivator's hand.

For the first time, a look of surprise appeared on her face.

Then, she laughed softly.

"Good, good, you won't be controlled by me, but I can control him." As she spoke, the bright three-inch sword in her hand lifted and stabbed directly into Han Muye's forehead.

A sword light enveloped Han Muye, and the female cultivator's body dissipated.

Surrender.

A desire to bow and kneel rose in Han Muye's heart.

This beautiful female cultivator deserved his lifelong protection.

This thought took root and sprouted in his heart, growing into a towering tree.

"Hey, you're still cultivating your sword bones? Perfect, my demon bone is compatible with the method of refining sword bones, so it's a good deal for you."

The female cultivator's gentle voice echoed in Han Muye's mind.

Then he felt a piercing pain as if his bone marrow was being extracted, his mind shook, and his legs weakened, making him want to kneel.

All of this was a reaction from his mind within his body.

But another part of his mind remained clear, observing and waiting.

A stream of greenish-white energy infused his body, adding a layer of spiritual light to his bones, which had already taken on a hint of jade color.

The spiritual light gathered, and a section of his spine turned into a misty white jade.

In his mind, the figure of the female cultivator appeared.

"Surrender to me, and go retrieve the Nine Profound Sword that is suppressing my true form." The female cultivator's voice in his mind was filled with endless allure.

Han Muye's soul seemed ready to submit unconditionally and agree.

Right now!

His observing soul descended directly.

Han Muye, who had been motionless, trembled as all the sword qi and sword intent in his dantian and qi sea exploded.

"Buzz—"

In that instant, a wall of sword qi formed around him!

Using sword intent as a shield, he blocked all spiritual and soul perceptions.

In his mind, the female cultivator's figure widened her eyes.

"You've cut off the connection between me and my true form?"

"Can you suppress me for a few breaths with your cultivation?"

The female cultivator's face showed a playful expression as she raised her hand and pointed at the void in front of her.

"Your fragile soul, do you want to be directly annihilated, becoming a living dead person?"

Originally, Han Muye had eight sword intents in his qi sea.

There were nearly ten thousand condensed sword qi in his qi sea.

At the entrance of the Sword Pavilion, he had used one sword intent to kill the Earth Realm cultivator from the Tai Ling Sword Sect.

In the battle with Qin Yuanhe, he had used two sword intents.

Now, the five remaining sword intents and tens of thousands of scattered sword qi all exploded at once.

His soul couldn't control such a powerful force.

Just like a sword observer who can only control the power of a hundred breaths of the Heaven Realm, Han Muye could control these sword qi and sword intent for no more than ten breaths.

After ten breaths, his soul would collapse, and even if he didn't die, his soul would dissipate, leaving him a living dead person with a body but no spirit.

"Fine, when your soul dissipates, I'll take over this body and refine it into an avatar."

"Then, my true form will hide, and the avatar will control the Nine Profound Sword, becoming an unparalleled sword immortal. Interesting, very interesting."

The female cultivator's eyes flashed with light.

Han Muye ignored her.

There was no time.

Ten breaths, two had already passed.

"Condense the soul into a sword."

"Use the soul to control the sword." A low voice echoed in Han Muye's mind.

The female cultivator's expression changed drastically.

"You, you want to condense your soul into a sword? Cultivate the Sword Condensation Technique?"

"Can your weak soul even condense a sword?"

"Probably, before the sword is formed, your soul will collapse..."

For the first time, Han Muye responded to the female cultivator: "It's not my soul condensing into a sword, but yours."

As he spoke, endless sword light illuminated in Han Muye's mind.

The female cultivator's figure tried to retreat but was surrounded by the sword light, then torn apart into fragments.

This was within Han Muye's body, in the divine repository where his soul resided. Here, he was in control!

The female cultivator was indeed the soul of a Heaven Realm great demon.

But it was just a split soul.

Her true form was still suppressed by the Nine Profound Sword.

If Han Muye hadn't brought the bone sword to the Sword Pavilion, the female cultivator's soul power might not have been activated.

Just now, Han Muye had exploded all his sword intent, instantly forming a barrier, cutting off the connection with the outside world for ten breaths.

This also severed the connection between the split soul in the divine repository and its true form.

In the divine repository, the sword light rose.

All the fragments condensed into a bright small sword.

The sword was three inches long, surrounded by a glow, and gently spinning.

"Soul sword."

Han Muye whispered softly.

Condensing the soul into a sword.

The small sword in his divine repository had already formed a physical entity.

For Han Muye to cultivate his own soul to form such a soul sword, it would take sixty years.

But the split soul of a Heaven Realm great demon was much more substantial than sixty years of soul cultivation.

The Sword Condensation Technique, using the soul of a Heaven Realm great demon to form a soul sword!

With this sword, he could fight against a Heaven Realm cultivator for a hundred breaths!

"Buzz—"

The sword qi barrier around Han Muye began to dissipate.

He trembled, gathering the scattered sword qi back into his body.

By the time all the sword qi returned to his dantian and qi sea, only two sword intents and less than three thousand sword qi remained.

In his qi sea, the fire sword intent he had obtained from the Purple Flame Sword trembled, and another sword intent, like a gentle breeze, rotated with it.

His sword intent, greatly depleted.

Worth it.

Han Muye's face showed a smile.

Although his soul was shaken, his sword intent was depleted, and his body was weak and pale, it was worth it to gain the soul sword in his divine repository!

His eyes shone with a bright light, and the power of the soul sword in his divine repository rapidly enhanced his soul.

"What a ruthless little guy..."

A voice drifted from the first floor of the Sword Pavilion.

Han Muye snorted coldly, and the soul sword in his divine repository trembled lightly.

"Buzz—"

Countless swords in the entire Sword Pavilion responded!

The vague voice of the great demon paused and disappeared.

At this moment, Han Muye was no longer afraid of the great demon suppressed by the Nine Profound Sword!

"Han brother!"

Outside the Sword Pavilion, Huang Lao Liu's anxious voice rang out.

Han Muye turned and walked over. Huang Lao Liu rushed into the Sword Pavilion, grabbed Han Muye's arm, and examined him from head to toe. Seeing that he was only pale but otherwise fine, he let out a sigh of relief.

"I heard at the mountain gate that the Sword Pavilion was attacked, and someone was injured."

Han Muye nodded and said softly, "Brother Lu, his eyes were injured."

Huang Lao Liu's hand trembled.

"The Sword Pavilion will take care of him." Huang Lao Liu spoke solemnly.

Even if Lu Gao lost his eyes, he could still do other things in the Sword Pavilion, but the Sword Pavilion would take care of him.

A hint of gratitude flashed in Han Muye's eyes, and he nodded lightly, then asked softly, "What's the situation with the Cao family?"

The Cao family was significant to the Sword Pavilion.

Hearing Han Muye's question, Huang Lao Liu's expression turned grim.

"The head of the Cao family is severely injured, with one arm severed, and it's unknown when he will wake up."

"Senior Su Liang said that even if he wakes up, his ability to refine artifacts will likely be lost."

A refiner losing an arm would likely retain less than thirty percent of his refining skills.

"Also, the Cao family's direct descendant was captured by the Tai Ling Sword Sect."

"That's the real trouble."

Han Muye's face also turned grim.

With the Cao family's direct descendant in the hands of the Tai Ling Sword Sect, the Nine Profound Sword Sect would be hesitant to act.

The Cao family would also be held back, becoming a hidden threat in the future.

"Ah, we are the third of the four major sword sects and one of the nine sects of the Western Border. How can we be like a sieve?"

Huang Lao Liu shook his head, his expression complex.

As a disciple of the Nine Profound Sword Sect, he had enjoyed the superiority of being from a major sect.

But now, it seemed as if the tiger skin of the Nine Profound Sword Sect had been torn away, revealing a body full of wounds.

This was hard for Huang