C5 Nine-layered Sword Technique

"Besides, how can life be smooth sailing? How can one grow without experiencing wind and rain? How can one clearly see who is the passerby in your life and who is the person you need to protect with all your might? If you go out and get tricked by others, you won't be so easily taken advantage of, right, young man. " The Pavilion Elder earnestly said.

Hearing this, several figures appeared in Mu Yun's mind. They were his parents, Ah Mei, Mu Hai, and Mu Qing … These people had never disliked him and had been helping him all along. Moreover, not all the other clansmen had bullied him. There was still a portion of them who did not care about him, neither did they bully him nor care about him.

"Pavilion Elder, what you say is very reasonable." Mu Yun thought for a while and nodded.

"That makes a lot of sense." The pavilion master patted Mu Yun on the shoulder as he secretly felt happy in his heart, "This old man has lived for hundreds of years. If even a brat like you can't accept this, then wouldn't I have lived for nothing?"

"Alright, this old man will now teach you Ninth Layer Sword, but this old man's talent is dull, so I can only use the first five stages, but with my guidance, it is still much easier than comprehending them by yourself."

As the Pavilion Elder spoke, he retrieved a Cold Sword. With its straight and slender blade, it gave off a cold glow. With a single glance, one could tell that it was no ordinary beast.

Immediately, he began his training with the Cold Sword in his hand. The sword light was sharp, and the five colored lights intertwined with each other. The brilliance was filled with killing intent, and it was precisely the first five stages of the Ninth Layer Sword.

"Ninth Layer Sword, return the sword to ninth level, release one sword strike, two sword strikes, three sword strikes will follow …"

In half an incense's time, the Pavilion Elder sheathed his sword, his face full of pride. "How is it, young man? This sword art must be powerful, right? " Then he touched the sword and passed it to Mu Yun, "This sword is called 'Flowing Cloud', and it was left specially by our ancestors to the disciples who study Ninth Layer Sword. This old man has already removed his ownership. Please bind it with blood. "

"To bind it with blood, means that this sword is at least a Martial Sect tier weapon." With a "whoosh", a cold light flashed on the sword and the blood disappeared. Then, Mu Yun felt that there was a connection between him and this' Flowing Cloud 'sword, just like how he felt when he was with the Ninth Layer Ring.

At this point, Mu Yun's wariness of the Pavilion Elder could be considered to have been put at ease. Giving him a weapon that was at least at the Martial Sect realm so easily should not harm him, right?

"Clang!"

Mu Yun pulled out Mu Yun's sword and it started to emit a trembling sound. After a long time, Mu Yun seemed to be cheering and jumping with joy, as if he was communicating with Mu Yun, his new master.

"Good sword!"

Mu Yun couldn't help but exclaim in admiration before he started to dance. At first, it was rather awkward, but then the Cold Sword started to stop dancing.

But in less than a quarter of an hour, he closed his eyes and continued to move his hands. The Cold Sword danced smoothly like the wind and clouds, like a swordsman who had been immersed in practicing for many years; the sword blade started to flash with light, first red, then orange, then yellow … In just a moment, the body of the sword flashed with the seven colors of red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple.

"This... This … You. "I …" The Pavilion Elder widened his eyes and his mouth was wide open as he stuttered. He stammered as he could not utter a complete sentence. He was completely frightened.

Mu Yun was playing at the first seven stages of the Ninth Layer Sword. He never would have thought that this sword technique, which he hadn't cultivated for hundreds of years, would be learned by this young man in less than an incense's time.

Actually, the reason Mu Yun closed his eyes was because when he first started dancing, the broken sword in his Dantian vibrated for a moment. Then, a gray little person appeared in his mind and started dancing this set of Ninth Layer Sword Arts.

He sheathed his sword and looked at the surprised Pavilion Elder, the corner of Mu Yun's mouth lifted: "Pavilion Elder, you just said that you would give me some benefits, what benefits are there?"

"Isn't it just this' Flowing Cloud 'in your hand?" The Pavilion Elder was still in shock and had yet to regain his senses as he mechanically replied.

"Pavilion Elder, this sword was left to me by my ancestors in the first place. It can't be counted. What about your benefits?" Mu Yun asked again with the corner of his mouth slightly raised.

"Oh, that's true. Then whatever benefits you want, I will satisfy you." The Pavilion Elder shook his head and let out a long sigh of relief. His eyes lit up as he looked at Mu Yun.

"Actually, my requirements are very low. Just randomly give me ten bottles of eight bottles of Martial Sky Stage Pill." Mu Yun smiled evilly and then put on a wronged look, "You know, I want to practice the sword, I want to lead the family's glory, and I have a lot of responsibilities. It's so exhausting, I'm really afraid that I won't be able to persevere."

"Ten bottles of Martial Sky Stage Pill, is this considered low? Do you think that Martial Sky Stage Pill is a bun on the street? " The pavilion elder's face twitched. It had to be known that the higher the level of the Pill, the harder it was to find the required ingredients, and there were a lot of people that needed them, so the price of Pill was very expensive, and there were some Pill that could only be found by luck and not bought with special ingredients.

"Sigh, I think it's better if I don't. I don't have the ability to lead my clan to glory. You should handle this heavy responsibility yourself." Mu Yun took off the Ninth Layer Ring, and pushed it along with the 'Flowing Cloud' sword into the Pavilion Elder's hands. "I originally wanted to teach you the Ninth Layer Sword, but it seems that I won't have the chance."

"Hey, young man, don't be so stingy, there are Pill s, there's everything." The pavilion elder panicked. It had been a difficult task to meet a demon-level disciple while protecting him for hundreds of years, how could he let him go just like that? Why didn't he think of collecting more Pill in the past?

"Forget it, there's no need to force it." Mu Yun looked extremely unwilling, but he was actually overjoyed. This move of retreating was indeed effective.

"If I don't force it, if I don't force it, why would I force it?" A genius like you deserves the best treatment. " The Pavilion Elder hurriedly searched through his spatial ring, then took out three bottles, "Here is one bottle of Martial Profound Stage, two bottles of Martial Essence Stage, and one bottle of Martial Sky Stage. Can you give the rest to you later?" The pavilion elder had a pleading look of anticipation on his face.

"Pill is indeed lacking, but seeing how sincere you are, I will reluctantly accept it." Mu Yun awkwardly took the Pill and the "Flowing Cloud" sword, "You can give the Pill that owes me to me next time, but I have something that I need your help with, I wonder if your words will work in the Mu Family?"

If an outsider were to see this, they would definitely be taken aback. A dignified Martial Sect Stage expert was actually begging a junior to accept his things, and this junior was actually being picky.

"As long as it's a matter of Mu Family, this old man can solve it with a word. Even if you want to become the Patriarch of Mu Family, it won't be a problem, if you are willing to shoulder the heavy responsibility of reviving the clan, then anything will be fine." The elder patted his chest and promised Mu Yun.

"I don't want to be the Clan Leader, just help me annul the marriage between Mu Xiong and Ah Mei." Mu Yun gritted his teeth. He originally wanted to rely on himself to save Ah Mei, but he really couldn't bear to see Ah Mei suffer another day, so he could only rely on Elder Liu.

"No problem, this old man will do it in a while. When will you, this …" The elder looked like he wanted to say something, but hesitated. His old face was red from holding in his words.

Actually, he wanted to ask Mu Yun when he would teach him Ninth Layer Sword, but he was too embarrassed to say it out loud. Mu Yun had lived for hundreds of years and a dignified Martial Sect Stage expert actually begged a junior to teach him how to cultivate.

"Actually, I have already comprehended all nine swords of the Ninth Layer Sword." Mu Yun naturally understood what Elder Liu meant, "But just now, I only practiced seven swords, and that's only for demonstration. If it's a battle, I estimate that with my current spiritual energy level, I can only use one sword attack. The second sword strike would barely drain my spiritual energy, and my spiritual energy would not be enough to support me in the next sword move."

If I can demonstrate it, I can perform it in the future. Actually, I have already comprehended the first seven swords, but I can only execute the fifth sword strike. The sixth sword strike has no offensive power, and it is weaker than the first sword strike. The Pavilion Elder also voiced out his confusion.

"It's because I don't have enough spiritual energy. If I have enough, I should be able to unleash the ninth sword strike, but Elder, your spiritual energy is countless times stronger than mine, so you can only unleash the fifth sword strike. I feel that the problem isn't the amount of spiritual energy, but the quality of the spiritual energy." Mu Yun pondered for a moment and said.

"Quality?" The Pavilion Elder fell into deep thought. A moment later, he asked, "Can I see your spiritual energy?"

"Of course." As Mu Yun spoke, he coalesced a thread of spiritual qi around his arm and extended his hand towards the Pavilion Elder.

Pavilion Elder looked at the spiritual qi wrapped around Mu Yun's hand. It was emerald green without any impurities. He had never seen or heard of it before. "This spiritual qi, how can you absorb such pure spiritual qi?"

"After my dantian was damaged, I ate a type of spiritual herb and then absorbed spiritual energy to become like this." Mu Yun lied. Although he was very trusting of the elder, he wasn't trusting enough to tell him his greatest secret. If the matter of the broken sword got out, Mu Yun would probably die without knowing how he died.

"Quality, quality..." The Pavilion Elder continued to repeat these words, his face filled with confusion. "Although I don't know how to improve the quality of spiritual energy, at least I have a direction."

"That kid will take his leave now." Mu Yun clasped his hands towards the Pavilion Elder and was about to leave. Although he had cheated the Pavilion Elder of a few bottles of Pill, he still held a lot of respect for him. He had guarded the Pavilion Elder for hundreds of years just for the sake of waiting for a descendant who could cultivate his family's absolute arts.

"Wait a moment, take this." The Pavilion Elder casually tossed out a token at Mu Yun, "Take it. In the future, you can exercise any of your authority in the family. If anyone objects, you can either find Mu Xiaoyun or me here."

Mu Yun took the token. On one side of the token, there were the words "Mu Jiuchong", and on the other side, there was a man holding a Longsword. He was majestic and looked down upon the world.