1050 Immortal World, Mystic Spirit Sword Sect (3)
His sword was three inches away from Zhang Yunji’s back.

In an instant, an icy sword intent penetrated his body, and Zhang Yunji could only feel his vest drenched in sweat.

The spatial stability of the Immortal World was many times superior to the mundane world, and the speed of cultivators was greatly suppressed.

The speed displayed by Han Muye just now was something Zhang Yunji couldn’t hope to achieve even after a hundred years of cultivation.

After all, he was only at the eighth level of the Golden Core realm.

It was obvious that Han Muye was at least at the Heaven Realm.

“Not bad. To achieve such speed in Wind Thunder Movement, it would take at least a hundred years of effort,” Wang Jintai nodded ahead, watching as Han Muye sheathed his sword. As he spoke, he raised his hand, signaling Han Muye to accompany him.

Han Muye stepped forward, passing by Zhang Yunji, and whispered, “Your Cloud Thunder Art is three times slower. You need to gather the power of the Cloud Thunder to its fullest.”

Han Muye’s words shook Wang Jintai, who was in front.

Zhang Yunji’s shoulder trembled, contemplating for a moment, and a flash of delight crossed his face. He bowed respectfully and said, “Thank you for your guidance, Senior.”

Entering the Sword Tower, the layout was different from the ordinary mundane Sword Towers, with fewer sword storage areas and more distribution of various formation platforms.

This Sword Tower was obviously intended to be used as a means of attack and killing, not for storing swords.

Turning around in front of a long table, Wang Jintai smiled and asked, “I don’t know your name, and which hall of the sect are you from?”

Referring to him as a junior brother naturally recognized Han Muye as a disciple of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect.

The strength Han Muye displayed just now was at the level of the Heaven Realm, weaker than Wang Jintai, and he also appeared younger in terms of vitality.

“Han Muye greets senior brother.” Han Muye clasped his hands and then said loudly, “I come from the Heaven Patrol Hall.”

Speaking of this, he paused, a somewhat regretful expression appearing on his face. “I am a trial disciple accepted by my master. I only know that my master came from the Heaven Patrol Hall but I don’t know his name.

“My master fell in the mundane world and, in a moment of crisis, sent me to the Immortal World using a teleportation array.”

From the memories of Du Sanzhen’s longsword and the token from the Hall of Self-Examination, Han Muye knew about the rules of inheritance in the Mystic Sword Sect. Disciples needed to be recognized by their master before they could be accepted as disciples.

Named trial disciples were not qualified to know the name of their master.

Moreover, the Heaven Patrol Hall was a hall with the combat strength of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect ranked at the front. Among them, there were 18 hall masters at the Heaven Immortal realm.

The Heaven Patrol Hall was responsible for matters of battle and extermination, and the casualties are also significant.

Many experts had died outside, and there had been no news for countless years.

“Heaven Patrol Hall…” Wang Jintai’s face showed a trace of regret as he whispered, “I also wanted to join the Heaven Patrol Hall back then, but unfortunately, I didn’t pass the test.”

With their identities recognized, the two of them talked again, and the atmosphere became much more harmonious.

Although Han Muye seemed unfamiliar with the Immortal World, his insights into swordsmanship and his knowledge of the secret transmissions of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect and the Heaven Patrol Hall impressed Wang Jintai.

Obviously, Han Muye’s master in the Heaven Patrol Hall was not an ordinary disciple.

Of course, being able to activate the teleportation array and send his disciple back to the Immortal World meant that his identity was extraordinary.

“Junior Brother Han, although your identity has been recognized, you still need to undergo a trial to be recognized as a disciple of the sect.”

“The trial takes place in Yunlu City, eighty million miles away. Flying on the sword requires crossing the entire Fuliang Wilderness.”

Wang Jintai looked at Han Muye and whispered, “The wilderness is dangerous. It’s better for you to stay here temporarily until more people gather before you go.”

Han Muye nodded, stood up, and clasped his hands, saying, “I will follow senior brother’s arrangements.”
With that, he raised his hand, and a blue longsword flew into his palm from the scabbard on his back.

It was a magic treasure sword, one level lower than the high-grade magic treasure behind Wang Jintai.

“Junior brother, this sword is a gift for senior brother as a token of our meeting.”

A magic treasure longsword!

This gift was a significant gesture for Wang Jintai.

A smile appeared on Wang Jintai’s face as he took the longsword, hesitated for a moment, and then handed out a two-foot short sword.

A meeting gift shouldn’t be just received without giving one in return.

Whether in the Immortal World or the cultivation world, the rules of mutual exchange of favors were generally the same.

“Although this sword of mine is only a medium-grade spiritual weapon, it represents my identity.”

“Within a radius of a million miles, it can ensure that junior brother travels unimpeded.”

Han Muye smiled as he received the sword.

Whether he could travel unimpeded or not didn’t matter to him; what he wanted was the memories contained within this sword.