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Each sword emitted an eerie and chilling aura.

At that moment, everyone’s first thought was that the experts from the Sword Sect had arrived.

The number one sect in the Upper Three Heavens of sword cultivation, the Holy Land of Swordsmanship.

No one dared to provoke such a large sect.

Especially considering that the person standing before them had just killed a half-sage grand cultivator with a single sword strike.

The current half-sage was not the same as the one from some time ago.

In the Immortal Source World after the ascension of the mighty, half-sages were among the top-tier experts.

“These are… These are all the pills I have. They’re all here,” said an old man in a black robe as he took out several jade bottles and placed a storage bag on the stone steps in front of him. Then he turned around and left.

The others looked at each other and took out their own jade bottles containing various spiritual medicines.

Some released the pill cultivators who were bound by magical techniques on their backs, while others hesitantly opened the jade trays used to hold living creatures, shaking off the slumbering pill cultivators within.

Han Muye held Mu Wan in his arms and coldly watched as the practitioners below slowly retreated.

The pill cultivators from the Cloud Heaven Medicine Valley rushed out, gathering up the pills and spiritual medicines, and went to help their fellow disciples who were bound.

“Damn it! The Jade Lotus Branch has actually been uprooted! What a waste!” Someone lamented as they held the spiritual medicine and cursed aloud.

“The Vital Energy-Condensing Pills, are we left with only this little amount that our medicine valley has refined?” Someone’s face turned pale as they muttered under their breath.

Precious spiritual medicines were casually taken, resulting in a loss of their medicinal properties.

Many precious pills were consumed or wasted.

“Senior Brother He, Senior Brother Zhu Wen, he… he died…” A rescued alchemy cultivator hugged the alchemy cultivator in front of him and cried loudly.

“Master, Master, Junior Sister Yu Chan has been abducted. I beg you to save her!” Someone knelt in front of the white-bearded old man, repeatedly kowtowing.

Outside the main hall, cries echoed everywhere.

Mu Wan buried her head in Han Muye’s embrace, wetting his clothes in a matter of moments.

These cultivators who wholeheartedly pursued the path of pill cultivation and sought the ultimate truth of alchemy had witnessed the cruelty of the cultivation world.

In the cultivation world, where could one find peaceful and tranquil days?

After consoling Mu Wan in a low voice, Han Muye retracted the sword aura that filled the sky and landed with her in the Clear Jade Stone Plaza, walking towards the main hall.

When the pill cultivators around saw the two of them, faint smiles appeared on their faces as they nodded gently in acknowledgement.

Unfortunately, at this moment of grief, those smiles seemed forced.

Arriving at the steps, Mu Wan broke free from Han Muye’s arm and bowed to the several old men standing in front of the main hall.

“Disciple Mu Wan pays respects to the Valley Master and the elders.”

The old man with three horizontal patterns on his robe was the Valley Master of the Cloud Heaven Medicine Valley, Li Qingshi.

Everyone nodded and turned to Han Muye.

Mu Wan blushed slightly and said in a low voice, “This is my Senior Brother, Han Muye.”

Han Muye clasped his hands and said, “Han Muye pays respects to the esteemed elders.”

Pausing for a moment, he continued, “I am the Dao companion of Junior Sister Mu Wan.”

Dao companion.

More than just a senior brother.

Mu Wan blushed and dared not look at him.

Li Qingshi and the others exchanged glances.

“Little friend Han, thank you for saving my Heavenly Cloud Medicine Valley.” Li Qingshi cupped his hands and looked at Han Muye. “I wonder if you’re from the Sword Pavilion?”

Han Muye’s Sword Dao cultivation was extremely strong, and he had the Sword Pavilion’s unique Sword Dao methods. He should be a disciple of the Sword Pavilion.

Li Qingshi only asked to confirm.

In their eyes, Han Muye was undoubtedly a disciple of the Sword Pavilion.

As one of the top three sects in sword cultivation in the Upper Three Heavens, even if some of their experts had ascended, the remaining strength should still be formidable.

With the support of the Sword Pavilion, the Cloud Heaven Medicine Valley could also stabilize.

Upon hearing Li Qingshi’s words, Han Muye shook his head and said, “Respected elder, I have some connection with the Sword Pavilion, but I am not a disciple of the Sword Pavilion.”

Although he was not a disciple of the Sword Pavilion and did not originate from there, Han Muye did have a certain connection with the Sword Pavilion.

With his possession of the Nine-Story Sword Tower and a Seven-Story Sword Tower, such a status might even make him an elder in the Sword Pavilion.

But it was unknown if the leader of the Sword Pavilion, the mighty one who controlled the Nine-Story Sword Tower, had left this realm.

Li Qingshi and the others at the top had a slight change in their expressions upon hearing Han Muye’s words.

Han Muye had a connection with the Sword Pavilion but was not a disciple?

Several elders immediately showed hesitation on their faces.

Han Muye was powerful, but his strength lay in personal swordsmanship.

The people who besieged the Medicine Valley retreated. Were they really afraid of his swordsmanship?

It was not that.

Those people were afraid of Han Muye’s identity.

His heritage from the Upper Three Heavens’ Sword Pavilion.

Without the identity of a Sword Pavilion disciple, those people might come back again.

Li Qingshi remained silent for a moment and spoke softly, “Young friend Han, your swordsmanship is exquisite, and for the aid you provided to our medicine valley, we will repay the debt.”

After saying that, he looked downwards, “Zhang Yuan, lead young friend Han to rest.”

He let out a sigh and shook his head, “With our medicine valley experiencing such a catastrophe, there are many things to arrange, so please forgive the young friend for not being able to reveal everything.”

A middle-aged pill master dressed in a dark blue robe walked up to Han Muye, cupped his hands, and said softly, “Fellow Daoist Han, please—”

Han Muye nodded and, together with Mu Wan, followed the steward out of the main hall.

Indeed, before such a great calamity for the medicine valley, many arrangements needed to be made, and it was not suitable to reveal everything in front of an outsider like him.

As they watched Han Muye and Mu Wan leave with Zhang Yuan, the expressions of the people in front of the main hall gradually turned solemn.

Valley Master, the Zhaoyang Daoist Sect may come back. Please make a decision.”

“Valley Master, this person killed a Zhaoyang Daoist Sect half-sage with a single sword. His combat strength is formidable. Can he sustain our medicine valley in the long run?”