Chapter 71 - Actually, you lost a little unjustly

Pointing at the young man on the left side of the platform, Han Muye said indifferently, “This round, Lingjue Sect’s Qi Tao is the victor.”

Although his voice was not loud, the experts of the various sects who were paying attention all heard it.

“Eh, why do you say that?” In front of him, a white-haired Daoist dressed in a green cloud-patterned Daoist robe turned his head and looked at Han Muye with a smile.

“I’m Lingjue Sect’s Qi Mingyuan. I’m curious how you could tell that Qi Tao could win.”

“I’m also curious why you’re so certain that our Duanhua Sword Sect will lose this round.” Another old man with an unadorned face also turned around. His expression was not displeased, but calm.

The others were more or less focused on Han Muye.

Han Muye did not expect the two elders of the sect that he had commented on to be sitting in front.

It was awkward for a moment.

He turned around and saw that Tuoba Cheng was expressionless while Zhao Pu was looking at him curiously, as if he was also curious about why he was so confident.

Since it was Tuoba Cheng’s test, Han Muye no longer backed away.

“The two people on the stage are not the top elites of their respective sects. From the records, their aptitude, cultivation, and comprehension are similar.”

Han Muye pressed his hand on the page in front of him and said loudly.

Zhao Pu nodded.

It was only because the difference in strength between the two of them could not be seen on the page that he did not dare to judge.

It would be embarrassing to not respond, but it was also embarrassing to say wrongly.

“But we sword cultivators should have sword Qi and sword bones.”

“At this moment, Qi Tao’s figure and aura are clearly stronger on the stage.”

“As Uncle-Master Tuoba said, he has the courage of an expert.”

Zhao Pu froze and looked up at the platform.

Sure enough, as soon as the battle began, the two of them, who should have been evenly matched, were completely one-sided.

As Lingjue Sect’s Qi Tao swung his sword, sword Qi surged.

The person opposite him was completely suppressed and had to retreat step after step.

“It, it’s really like that…” Zhao Pu muttered softly.

The experts from the various sects in the front row also nodded slightly.

Lingjue Sect’s Qi Mingyuan turned to Han Muye and cupped his hands with a smile.

On the high platform, the battle outcome was clear.

In less than ten moves, Qi Tao swept his sword and knocked the other party’s sword away.

The outcome of this battle was really as Han Muye had predicted.

“Lingjue Sect’s Qi Tao is the victor.” The host on the stage shouted.

Many of the people in the front row turned around and looked at Han Muye a few more times.

Among the young disciples of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, to possess such accurate judgement, this person was not simple.

“Hehe, little friend, can you comment on Qi Tao’s match?” Qi Mingyuan stood up and smiled at Han Muye. Then, he pointed at the two people standing on the platform.

Was he pushing his task of reviewing to him?

Han Muye was slightly taken aback.

The people who had commented earlier were all experts from the various sects sitting in the front row. Their cultivation levels should be at the Foundation Establishment realm or even the Earth Realm.

These people were experienced and had sharp eyes. Even if it was just a simple conversation, they would be knowledgable in it.

Compared to these people, Han Muye’s experience was as thin as paper.

“Junior Brother Han, say a few words.”

Zhao Pu looked ahead and said, “Our Nine Mystic Sword Sect is hosting this gathering. If there are really outstanding elites, we’re willing to nurture them.”

Han Muye had heard from Zhao Pu the day before that the Nine Mystic Sword Sect would reward the young elites of the sect who had good aptitude and temperament.

‘That counts as an investment.’

When such people grew into an expert, he would definitely repay the sect.

Moreover, nurturing a few more experts in the sect was also beneficial to the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

In the cultivation world, those who made use of their resources were mostly related to the Nine Mystic Sword Sect. They would work for the sect and were considered close to the Nine Mystic Sect.

Hearing Zhao Pu’s words, Han Muye smiled and nodded.

Zhao Pu was telling him to comment as he wished. In any case, they needed to have real resources to suppress the Nine Mystic Sword Sect in the end.

Even if you praised others like a flower now, he wouldn’t really be grateful to you.

“Cough, cough—”

Standing up and looking ahead, Han Muye coughed lightly.

Immediately, the two people on the platform and the surrounding spectators were attracted by him.

Qi Tao and the people around him were stunned.

Such a young disciple of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect was here to comment on this battle?

The disciples of the various sects who were watching the battle below looked at Han Muye and began to discuss quietly.

Han Muye looked to be about the same age as them. Although he was wearing the clothes of an inner sect disciple of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, was he qualified to comment on the battle situation?

“Who is this? An inner sect expert of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect?” Someone muttered in confusion.

“I don’t know. He’s probably an expert. Didn’t you see that the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s inner sect elite, Zhao Pu, is sitting on the same level as him?”

“Junior Brother Han…” Below the stage, Lu Qingping looked at Han Muye, who had stood up, with a trace of shock in her eyes.

“Eh, it’s him.” Lin Yuxia’s eyes lit up.

“It’s him!” Below the platform, the young man who had seen Han Muye at Suzhen Store the day before was stunned and exclaimed.

The other young man behind him narrowed his eyes and looked at Han Muye on the stage.

“Eh, Senior Brother Han actually is going to comment on this battle.” Not far from the stage, a group of Nine Mystic Sword Sect outer sect disciples gathered. With a face of curiosity, Qiao Qing’er smiled and said.

Beside Qiao Qing’er, the pale Huo Ping lowered his head and held the sword tightly, his fingers turning white.

“Lingjue’s Sect, Qi Tao.”

Han Muye spoke.

Qi Tao quickly cupped his hands.

“You cultivate Lingjue Sect’s signature sword technique, Cloud Severing, right?” Han Muye spoke again.

Qi Tao looked up at Han Muye.

This information was recorded before the competition and reported to the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

Disappointment flashed across his face. He had thought he would get some pointers, but now it seemed impossible.

“This guy is quite capable. He can even tell what kind of sword technique Qi Tao cultivates.” Below the platform, someone whispered.

“Tsk, that’s in the records. This guy might not be able to say anything. He’s just reading it according to the records.” Someone said disdainfully.

The originally noisy scene slowly quietened down as they waited for Han Muye to continue commenting.

Han Muye looked at Qi Tao, and sword techniques kept flashing in his mind.

“Your sword cultivation is not bad. You have already reached the realm of gathering and dispersing clouds.” Han Muye’s next words made Qi Tao’s expression change.

The expression of the Lingjue Sect expert in front of Han Muye also changed.

“It’s just that your foundation is still not strong enough. If you want to reach the stage of surging clouds, you’re still lacking.” Han Muye spoke again.

Qi Tao stared at Han Muye with wide eyes, his cupped fists trembling slightly.

“Little friend, may I know more details?” Qi Mingyuan turned to Han Muye and cupped his hands. Then, he whispered, “Qi Tao is my son.”

Hearing his words, Han Muye chuckled softly.

No wonder this person was so concerned.

Waving his hand, Han Muye looked at Qi Tao. “If you want to cultivate to the stage of surging clouds, you need to train your footwork.”

‘Footwork?’

Qi Tao nodded slightly and hurriedly cupped his hands to express his gratitude.

Regardless of whether Han Muye was telling the truth, he still gave him advice.

At this moment, Han Muye suddenly said again, “Of course, if you want to cultivate to the third level of the Tornado, it’s useless to just be working hard.”

Qi Tao’s mouth was agape, and his face was blank.

Qi Mingyuan trembled and bowed to Han Muye. “Little friend, can you really cultivate the Cloud Severing Sword Technique to the third level?”

He looked up at Han Muye and smiled without saying anything. He hurriedly said in a low voice, “If you can teach me the third level of this sword technique, I, Ling Juezong, am willing to pay 100,000 spiritual rocks.”

100,000 spiritual rocks!

Zhao Pu turned to look at Han Muye, as if he didn’t know him.

“We’ll talk about things that have nothing to do with the gathering when it’s over.”

At this moment, Tuoba Cheng, who had been silent, said calmly.

‘Talk when it’s over.’

Qi Mingyuan quickly cupped his hands at Tuoba Cheng and sat back down.

‘What was wrong?’

Below the stage, countless people were stunned.

The questioning sound on the platform were not soft. Anyone who had reached the Qi Condensation Realm could hear them clearly.

Not only did Han Muye guide him on swordsmanship, but he also mentioned the obstacles in his subsequent cultivation.

Even an expert from Lingjue Sect had to spend 100,000 spiritual rocks to buy his pointers.

Didn’t this mean that a single pointer from him was worth 100,000 spiritual rocks?

Below the stage, the eyes of the disciples who were preparing to go on stage lit up.

“It’ll be my turn to go on stage later. I want to see if he can guide me.” A tall young man held a sword and muttered.

“This Senior Brother Han is really capable,” Qiao Qing’er whispered, causing many people around her to nod. Only Huo Ping’s expression became even uglier.

Han Muye smiled, then looked at the two people on the stage who were about to leave the stage.

“Fu Zhou of the Duanhua Sword Sect, actually, you lost a little unjustly.”

Han Muye’s words made the two people on the stage turn around again.

The defeated Fu Zhou did not expect to receive any comments. He looked at Han Muye and bowed slightly.

The old man from the Duanhua Sword Sect sitting in front also turned around and looked at Han Muye.

‘He was also going to judge the loser?’

Below the stage, everyone looked at Han Muye again.

Han Muye didn’t want to attract more attention.

Except there were some things he had to say.

Chapter end