Chapter 137: Celebration, Rogue Cultivator Jiang Ming

Patriarch Tao Ran’s words almost made Han Muye laugh out loud.

He thought that a senior expert like the Patriarch, who had been around for countless years, no longer cared about the criticism of outsiders.

So he was waiting on purpose.

Even Patriarch Mu felt that the simplified Void Meridian Pill was worth something. This time, Patriarch Tao Ran might really be able to slap those who looked down on him.

The celebration had yet to begin, and the Mu family’s patriarch had yet to arrive. Although Han Muye’s seat was closer to the front, he was blocked by Patriarch Tao Ran and Elder Su Liang, so he could still take a break.

Looking around, he finally saw Mu Wan sitting among the Mu family disciples.

The people around Mu Wan seemed to have seen him as well. They gathered together and pointed at him. From their gazes, they were all probably having bad reviews about him other than his looks.

Han Muye could tell that in the eyes of these alchemy cultivators, no matter how good your swordsmanship was, it could not compare to a furnace of good pills.

Superb brain circuit.

Eh? Han Muye was slightly stunned when his gaze swept over.

He saw someone he hadn’t expected.

He had never seen this person before.

However, he had seen him from the memories of the pill furnace in his hand.

Jiang Ming.

The rogue cultivator of the Jade Forest Valley who refined the Clear Snow Pill and tried to fuse sword qi into the pill furnace.

This person’s obsession with alchemy left a deep impression on Han Muye.

Cultivation was really a crazy thing.

At this moment, Jiang Ming had a solemn expression on his face. He was wearing a green and gray robe, and his white hair was tightly tied up.

He no longer looked as crazy as he did in the cauldron.

He sat at the edge of the square, surrounded by low-level cultivators.

It was indeed impossible for Jiang Ming, who was an itinerant cultivator, to get a good seat at today’s banquet.

Cultivators had sharp spiritual senses. Han Muye had only looked at him for a few seconds when Jiang Ming looked up.

Seeing Han Muye looking at him, Jiang Ming was slightly stunned.

Someone from the Nine Mystic Sword Sect?

He was just a loose cultivator in the Alchemy Dao. He didn’t seem to have any interactions with them, right?

Han Muye nodded slightly in greeting.

This confused Jiang Ming.

But he nodded back.

The Nine Mystic Sword Sect was currently at the height of its power. This person was even the patriarch’s personal subordinate, so he was definitely not an ordinary person.

As an itinerant cultivator, he was already flattered by such a greeting.

Han Muye didn’t look around for long. A bell rang, auspicious clouds filled the sky, and petals flew.

The celebration had begun.

This was the first time Han Muye had seen Patriarch Mu.

This old man, who was wearing a grayish-white robe and had white hair and beard, was surrounded by Pill Qi that had turned into clouds.

The wafting pill fragrance proved that his alchemy cultivation was extraordinary.

He had a simple face, kind eyes, and a pill aura.

This appearance was a custom-made alchemy cultivation.

“Fellow Daoists, Mu Chunhui has lived for 800 years. I’m very grateful to have you here today.”

The voice of the grand cultivator resounded throughout the square, gentle and clear.

Whether it was a representative of a large sect like Patriarch Tao Ran or other cultivators, they all stood up and cupped their hands in greeting.

800 years of cultivation was not considered the best in the Western Frontier.

After all, most Earth Realm cultivators could live to a thousand years old.

However, in the 800 years of Mu Chunhui, he had done many great things and accumulated a lot of merit in the cultivation world of the Western Frontier.

He was being treated well by everyone today because of his righteousness.

Mu Chunhui looked at the hall and sighed.

A sword cultivator sought to dominate the world. An alchemy cultivator would probably be praised by thousands of cultivators.

Looking at Mu Chunhui, who was looking at the sky with his hands behind his back, Han Muye had a hint of understanding.

Cultivators were still mortals.

Mortals all wanted something.

When he had no desires and severed his emotions, he would probably really be able to ascend and become an immortal.

The disciples of the Mu family carried the incense table over. Mu Chunhui held the incense stick and saluted the world.

This was an alchemy cultivator. His alchemy cultivation depended on the spiritual herbs and fire given by heaven and earth.

It would be good enough if a sword cultivator did not fight the heavens with a sword.

The celebration seemed to have a fixed program that Han Muye did not understand.

In any case, in his opinion, it would be a celebration when the spiritual fruits and wine were served.

However, the fruits and wine on the table could not be enjoyed immediately.

A few direct descendants of the Mu family stepped forward and kowtowed to Mu Chunhui before offering him birthday gifts.

Some gave rare medicinal pills, and some took out precious spiritual herbs.

These were all the second and third generations of the Mu family. Most of them were already at the Earth Realm and had good alchemy skills.

Mu Chunhui chuckled and encouraged them before accepting the gifts.

Those who came up later were mostly Foundation Establishment and Qi Condensation juniors.

“That’s the eldest son of the Mu family, Mu Tanzhi.”

“Among the younger generation of the Mu family, the one with the greatest hope of inheriting the Patriarch’s legacy is this Eldest Young Master.”

“Among the younger generation of the alchemy world in the Western Frontier, Young Master Mu Tanzhi is very famous.”

The discussion around Han Muye made him look up.

Standing in front of Mu Wan and the others was a calm middle-aged man in a light purple robe.

This was the number one junior of the Mu family, Mu Tanzhi.

He had a Pill Qi that far exceeded his peers. His cultivation was also at the peak of the Foundation Establishment realm.

Under his lead, the Mu family disciples kowtowed to Mu Chunhui.

Other than the Mu Tanzhi who offered a seventh-grade pill that he had refined with both hands, the others were empty-handed and only kowtowed.

The Mu family’s patriarch would not take a fancy to their form of respect.

The intention was good enough.

After the Mu family’s birthday celebration, the representatives of the various sects stepped forward.

The first to step forward were the two green-robed Daoists of the Spirit Dao Sect.

Outsiders did not know what they had sent.

Patriarch Mu accepted the gifts solemnly and invited them to sit down.

The might of the number one sect in the Western Frontier could be seen.

Behind them were two black-robed Shangyang Demon Sect cultivators, followed by the Taiyi Sword Sect.

After the three major sects finished sending their gifts, the Wind Spirit Sword Sect cultivators stood up.

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However, just as they stood up, Patriarch Tao Ran had already slowly straightened his body.

Everyone in the venue was stunned.

The Wind Spirit Sword Sect and the Nine Mystic Sword Sect were currently in a heated battle.

At this moment, should he not make a move?

Who was ranked fourth among the three major sects?

Unfortunately, the truth didn’t turn out the way the Observer wanted.

When they saw Patriarch Tao Ran stand up, the two Daoists opposite him sat down again.

Patriarch Tao Ran and Elder Su Liang stepped forward and presented the birthday gift they had prepared.

When they returned, the two Daoists from the Wind Spirit Sword Sect walked forward with the brocade box.

The process of entering the birthday gift was not as ostentatious and competitive as Han Muye had imagined. It was all in a box, and no one could tell.

Han Muye guessed that many of the boxes were probably empty. The real birthday gifts might have already been sent and registered.

After all, there were not many people at the venue who were giving gifts. Most of them were empty-handed, so they must have given gifts long ago.

When dozens of large and small sects had given their gifts, the Mu family’s patriarch stood up and cupped his hands in thanks. Han Muye looked at Patriarch Tao Ran, who was sitting in front of him, and reached out to touch the spiritual fruits.

He could finally eat.

To be honest, Han Muye was really not a good eater in the sect.

Today, he was interested in the spiritual fruits in front of him. They were really tempting, and it was his first time seeing so many fruits from the cultivation world.

Unfortunately, appearance did not represent taste.

The beautiful fruits were nothing more than sweet or sour to the taste.

They did not provide the kind of spiritual energy that made one’s blood surge like a tide, as Han Muye had imagined.

The fruits were just fruits.

The melons were just melons.

He was slightly disappointed.

Looking up, he saw that the Mu family’s patriarch had started to toast.

After he toasted, the venue became lively.

Many people who knew each other gathered together and started talking about alchemy.

As expected, they were all alchemy cultivators. One said that he was very angry last night and did not manage to calm down. He wasted a furnace of pills. Someone said that it was only proper for alchemists to be harmonious.

“Stop eating. Go take a walk.” After dealing with a fruit, Patriarch Tao Ran, who was sitting in front, whispered.

Han Muye turned around and saw that Fairy Jin Yuan was already chatting and laughing with a few female cultivators.

Even Elder Su Liang held her wine glass and whispered to a few alchemy cultivators.

“Patriarch, you’re not going?” Seeing that the entire venue was filled with people discussing alchemy, Han Muye was very curious why Patriarch Tao Ran wasn’t going.

“Hmph, do I need to go?” Patriarch Tao Ran snorted.

Han Muye picked up his wine glass and left. After taking a few steps, he looked back and saw that Patriarch Tao Ran was alone.

The scene was a little desolate.

Han Muye was touched.

The patriarch probably knew that he was not popular and that no one would care about him, so he sent him away.

He didn’t want Han Muye to be left out like him.

“That’s Patriarch Tao Ran of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, right? Why isn’t anyone talking to him?” A young alchemy cultivator couldn’t understand and whispered.

“Shh, let me tell you. Back then, Patriarch Tao Ran was stopped outside the Little Pill Pavilion. He failed to become a supreme-grade alchemist after refining dozens of furnaces. In a fit of anger, he almost lit up the Little Pill Pavilion.”

“This person has a bad temper.”

“No wonder I heard that he’s a fire maniac. Forget it, let’s not get close.”

Han Muye did not know that Patriarch Tao Ran had even tried to burn down the Little Pill Pavilion.

However, when he thought about it, he felt that it was indeed pressurizing when one could not refine a supreme-grade pill after refining dozens of cauldrons of pills.

Han Muye looked around, but there was no one he wanted to get to know. He turned around and walked to the side of the venue with his wine glass.

Jiang Ming, who was drinking with his head lowered, looked up and was slightly stunned when he saw Han Muye.

“I’m Han Muye from the Nine Mystic Sword Sect. Greetings, Fellow Daoist Jiang.”

Han Muye didn’t exchange pleasantries. He walked straight to Jiang Ming’s small table and sat down, gently raising his glass.

Jiang Ming clinked glasses with him in confusion and drank the wine in his cup.

“Young Master Han, how do you know me?”

After drinking, Jiang Ming couldn’t help but look at Han Muye and whispered.

Beside him, many people pricked up their ears.

Everyone in this area was an alchemy cultivator with an Itinerant Cultivator background, and their cultivation level was average.

After all, the seating arrangement in this corner explained everything.

A disciple of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect visiting Jiang Ming made them very curious.

The Nine Mystic Sword Sect was a major sect in the Western Frontier.

Jiang Ming was famous back then, but who would still take him seriously after all these years?

Hearing Jiang Ming’s question, Han Muye chuckled and raised his hand. A small black pill furnace appeared in his palm.

Storage ring.

The surrounding people subconsciously glanced at Han Muye.

This guy must be the second-generation young master of an elder of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

Otherwise, how could he have a treasure like the storage ring at such a young age?

At this moment, Jiang Ming’s gaze landed on the small black furnace, and a trace of bitterness flashed across his eyes.

“So Young Master knows that this pill furnace was once in my hands.”

“The Nine Mystic Sword Sect is a large sect in the Western Frontier. It’s not difficult to trace the origin of a pill furnace.”

Jiang Ming paused slightly and looked up at Han Muye. “Young Master, are you looking for me to compensate you for this furnace?

Back then, I used sword qi to refine pills and injured the foundation of this pill furnace. It’s quite a pity.

But I’m afraid I can’t afford to pay for this furnace now.”

A good pill furnace was like a good sword in the hands of a sword cultivator.

It was normal for him to be angry when the furnace was destroyed by him and went to someone else’s hands.

There was no alchemy cultivator who did not cherish his pill furnace.

When they heard Jiang Ming say that he used sword qi to refine pills and destroy the furnace, many people around him revealed looks of disdain.

We alchemists are ashamed to be associated with this person.

“Take a good look,” Han Muye said softly, looking into the distance with an empty glass in his hand.

Take a good look?

Jiang Ming frowned and looked down at the pill furnace.

His expression slowly changed. He subconsciously reached out and gently touched the pill furnace.

“Hiss—”

The moment his palm touched the pill furnace, his eyes widened and he let out a low cry.

Sword Qi!

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