Chapter 2070: You haven’t lost until the cup stops, even if I lose.
Sword Selection.
This was one of the benefits for a disciple who had just entered the Sword Pool, and like Comprehending the Sword, it was an opportunity.
However, this opportunity, in the eyes of the disciples who had entered the hall, no longer seemed possible.
But, what use was there in choosing a sword that had corroded so much?
Li Si looked at the three-foot-long sword that Han Muye was pointing to, a hint of contemplation on his face.
“Han Wuxie, what do you mean?” A st.u.r.dy young man beside him could not hide his dissatisfaction and said in a low voice, “Li Si is considered a friend of yours, and yet you are setting him up like this?”
The sword that Han Muye was pointing to was clearly a broken sword.
With such a sword in hand, one would even have difficulties practicing sword techniques, let alone using it to face an enemy.
One must know, after disciples have selected their swords, they need to complete some cultivation tasks.
If one carried such a sword while going out, one might have their sword broken by an enemy during a fight.
“Heh heh, Han Wuxie, you’re thinking too simply of the sword-receiving opportunity.” A young disciple wearing a jade belt came over, picked up the three-foot-long sword Han Muye was pointing to, and lifted it.
This unscabbarded sword was mottled with rust, numerous notches could be found on it, and it was so corroded that the cloud patterns on the sword body were no longer visible.
After giving the sword a gentle shake, the young man shook his head and then placed the sword back where it was.
“Let me tell you how those rumored opportunities arise.”
“Among the standard-issue swords, there may be some of good quality, but those have been marked by the disciples who inspected the swords; they exchange favors or receive a signal from a senior, and then these swords will be handed over separately to those receiving swords.”
“At the time of our initiation, who had special ident.i.ties, who was the reincarnation of a senior, who had exceptional talent, and who came from a wealthy family—do you think the sect doesn’t know?”
“Among these standard-issue swords, it’s impossible for you to find one that has been overlooked.”
The young man’s words caused the group of surrounding disciples to nod their heads in agreement, and there were quite a few faces that showed disappointment as they turned to look at the pile of broken swords.
No luck with standard-issue swords, what about these broken ones?
Seeing what the people were thinking, the young man shook his head: “Don’t even think about these broken swords.”
“Not to mention those qualified to enter the Sword Pool, all the swords once carried by other seniors are checked over and over. Any sword with something special will be hidden away.”
“These have been touched and inspected so many times.”
The young man chuckled lightly, pointed at the swords, and then looked at Han Muye: “To call them swords is already giving them too much credit.”
These broken swords lying here no longer held any significance.
The group of sword-receiving disciples looked at each other with wry smiles and turned their heads to look at the standard-issue swords.
As for Han Muye, in their eyes, he was nothing more than a naive boy trying to seize an opportunity.
“Han Wuxie, don’t mind them.” Li Si took a deep breath and looked at the three-foot-long sword Han Muye had selected.
“Do you think that I am just being fanciful?” Han Muye turned to Li Si.
His expression was serious as he reached out to grasp a sword that was not only severely corroded but also had a broken sword edge.
Images began to fill Han Muye’s mind.
“Started practicing the sword at thirteen, became an Elite among peers in the Sword Pool at eighteen, descended the mountain to guard at thirty-six, went through over three thousand battles, large and small, killing countless.”
“At the age of one hundred and sixty-five, held a sword against Mystic Qin’s devotee, defeated and fatally wounded.”
“Sun Ji was indeed a true swordsman.”
Putting down the sword in his hand, Han Muye then took hold of another.
This sword was even more damaged, with a deep crack on the ridge of the blade.
“Fang Yuanzi, the fifty-ninth generation disciple of the Sword Pool.”
“Cultivated for three hundred and eighty years, dying a natural death, the sword in his hand clashed with others three hundred and sixty-four times.”
“The most intense fight was against three bandits from the Heavenly Mystic World, where his sword almost broke and he himself was gravely injured, halting his cultivation progress from then on.”
…
Every time Han Muye held a sword, he would gently stroke its rusty patterns and murmur to himself.
Li Si’s face showed surprise, watching Han Muye intently.
How could he see all this information?
Han Muye turned his head to look at Li Si, “Each of these swords represents the lifetime of a swordsman.”
“They are not just stories; they are each a ray of light that makes the Tiger Spirit Realm brilliant.”
Standing up, Han Muye casually picked up a broken sword and walked out of the hall.
Li Si stood there silently for a long time before finally grasping the three-foot-long sword Han Muye had pointed to.
“Fine, each of these swords is a ray of light.”
“From now on, you will be my light.”
As his palm grasped the sword, Li Si seemed to feel a power surge into his body from the broken sword.
…
When Han Muye returned to the thatched hut, Liu Jun was already waiting for him.
“Following Master Wuxie’s instructions, our disciples from the Sword Pavilion have searched the thirty-thousand-li battlefield.”
“In our Tiger Spirit Realm, there are a total of over three thousand six hundred who meet the requirements, but,” Liu Jun paused, and said in a low voice, “None have the resonance you spoke of.”
Han Muye had asked the Sword Pavilion to search the thirty-thousand-li battlefield for Sister Mu Wan discreetly.
Unfortunately, it might be that the Sword Pavilion’s strength was not sufficient, or perhaps she was genuinely not among the people in the Tiger Spirit Realm, as this time they had not found any trace of Sister Mu Wan’s soul reincarnation.
Han Muye nodded and said softly, “I’ll go look for her myself then.”
“Then, I and the other disciples will accompany the Master,” Liu Jun quickly offered.
Although Han Muye’s strength had recovered a lot, in the eyes of those Sword Pavilion elders like Liu Jun, he was still somewhat lacking.
Without the combat strength of the Immortal Realm, it was not easy to come back from searching the thirty-thousand-li battlefield for someone.
“No need,” Han Muye waved his hand, looking outside the thatched hut, “Has anyone gone there recently to carry out a task? I will join them.”