1094 Fourth Hall, Zhanshen! (2)
Han Muye stood under the sword light, his expression calm as if he was casually conversing rather than engaging in a sword fight.

On the opposite side, Zhu Yong and Gong Shu still exuded a strong fighting spirit, but it was not as overwhelming as before.

“Great swordsmanship. With your skills, you can earn a place in my Xuntian Hall,” Zhu Yong looked at the sword light above Han Muye’s head, a hint of admiration appearing on his face.

Only through actual combat could one perceive the strength of Han Muye’s swordsmanship, which was as deep as an abyss and as vast as the sea.

It was currently two against one, with Gong Shu and himself. They weren’t exerting their full power, but their cultivation level was suppressing Han Muye to some extent. However, Han Muye appeared just as relaxed and at ease, clearly still concealing a lot.

“Not bad. In terms of swordsmanship alone, there aren’t many in my Zhantian Hall who surpass you,” Gong Shu said, then turned to look at Zhu Yong.

Both of them nodded, their expressions turning solemn.

“Han Muye, are you willing to join my Xuntian Hall?” Zhu Yong slowly spoke.

“My Zhantian Hall also welcomes your joining,” Gong Shu’s voice came, filled with some expectation.

Elite of the Three Halls!

Han Muye smiled.

Joining the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, becoming a disciple of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, completely whitewashing his identity.

This was the best choice for him when he still didn’t have the ability to confront those powerful beings.

And the elite of the Sword Sect’s Three Halls would provide an extra layer of protection for his yet-to-mature self.

“I couldn’t ask for more,” Han Muye slightly bowed after cupping his hands in greeting.

After speaking, he cupped his hands again and said, “Han Muye greets the two senior brothers.”

Fellow senior brothers in the same hall.

Zhu Yong and Gong Shu showed delighted expressions, laughed heartily, and also cupped their hands, “Greetings, Junior Brother Han.”

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The three of them had sword light constantly shining above their heads, rolling forward, enveloping the surrounding hundred thousand miles of land and sky, stirring up the immortal energy and creating a tide.

As for themselves, they stood under the sword light and spoke softly to each other.

The duty of the Xuntian Hall was to patrol and inspect the internal and external affairs of the entire Sword Sect, as well as any disturbances from various factions.

In terms of strength, only the Zhantian Hall could compare within the Sword Sect.

The five Deputy Hall Masters who lived in seclusion were all at the Golden Immortal realm.

“Our Xuntian Hall’s Deputy Hall Master, Guan, has been in seclusion for 10,000 years. The Xuntian Token has not appeared for many years, otherwise the reputation of the Xuntian Hall would be even greater.”

Zhu Yong said with some regret.

The actual strength of the Xuntian Hall, both in public and in secret, was something they themselves couldn’t clearly state..

The only ones who knew were probably the five Deputy Hall Masters and the Hall Master, Guan Dongyun, who was in seclusion.

As for the Zhantian Hall, its power intersected and overlapped with that of the Xuntian Hall.

Most of the people who could become members of the Zhantian Hall were elite fighters from the Xuntian Hall.

“Because my Zhantian Hall has another important mission outside of patrolling. ” Gong Shu stared at Han Muye and grinned, “To contend with various factions in the immortal world.””

He paused, seeing no change in Han Muye’s expression, and chuckled, “And also to compete with other immortal realms beyond the Fuyu Immortal Realm.

“You should also know that the true core of our Sword Sect is not in the Fuyu Immortal Realm.”

“Have you been there, Senior Brother?” Han Muye looked at Gong Shu.

Although Han Muye had never been to that core place of the sect, Guan Dongyun had.

From the token left by Guan Dongyun and the memories in the Sword Tower, Han Muye had seen the appearance of the gathering place of the sect’s powerful beings.

“Me?” Gong Shu shook his head and smiled bitterly, “Without the potential to become a Hall Master, the sect wouldn’t send me there.”

Zhu Yong beside him also shook his head.

They didn’t have that qualification yet.

The Xuntian and Zhantian Halls were more like the Sword Sect’s violent organizations.

In the cultivation world, only true powerhouses had the right to decide everything for others.

That was how it was with the Xuntian and Zhantian Halls.

Zhu Yong and Gong Shu did not stay long in the Yunteng Wasteland.

After explaining some rules of their respective halls, leaving behind tokens and giving Han Muye an identity token, they quietly left.

“By the way, Junior Brother Han, what level did you step into in those two hours?”

Before Gong Shu left, he turned around and asked unwillingly.

Han Muye chuckled and said, “Do you really want to know, Senior Brother?”

He slowly raised two fingers and gestured slightly.

“Damn, two levels in two hours. Impressive.” Gong Shuyi shook his head and muttered, “I shouldn’t have asked.”

Zhu Yong narrowed his eyes and stared at Han Muye’s two fingers. “Could it be 20 levels?”

Gong Shu’s eyes widened. Seeing Han Muye’s indifferent expression, he couldn’t help but take a deep breath.

“My cultivation is really f*cked up…”

Zhu Yong shook his head and cupped his hands. “Junior Brother, take care. If you need any help, the Xuntian Hall will arrange it immediately.”

With that, his figure moved and transformed into a sword light that flew away.

Gong Shu waved his hand and was about to leave when he heard Han Muye whisper behind him, “Not 20, 200.”

Gong Shu staggered. The sword light he set up swayed in the sky and almost fell.

To outsiders, it would appear that he was seriously injured.
A faint smile appeared on Han Muye’s face as he watched the two streaks of light disappear. His eyes sparkled brightly, then he lowered his head and looked not far ahead.

A white-bearded old man wearing a green Daoist robe and carrying a long sword on his back was looking at him.

“If Gong Shu knew that when you mentioned 200 levels, it wasn’t just stepping onto the 200th level, but actually surpassing it, he would probably fall straight down from the sword light,” the old man stared into Han Muye’s eyes and spoke calmly.

Han Muye’s smile on his face receded, and he bowed respectfully.

In the entire Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, only a few powerful figures who held great authority in the sect could witness the process of the trials after the Trial of the Three Towers.