Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1467 Eighth level of the Essence Spirit Realm, Awakening of the Golden Crow Bloodline! (3)

Chapter 1467 Eighth level of the Essence Spirit Realm, Awakening of the Golden Crow Bloodline! (3)

Changyao was momentarily stunned, glanced at Han Muye again, and frowned, "Is there anything happening in the Han Mountain Clan recently?"

"You're talking about the death of the 16 human hunters, right?" Han Muye asked.

"That's right." After Changyao answered, his body trembled and his eyes widened.

A person controlled by his secret technique could only answer, not ask questions!

He looked into Han Muye's eyes, and his whole body froze.

At this moment, in Han Muye's eyes, there was no trace of confusion.

Golden divine light flashed in his deep eyes, revealing endless killing intent.

"The Golden Crow bloodline has awakened!"

Daoist Changyao let out a low cry and reached out to touch the golden ribbon wound around his waist.

However, as soon as he raised his hand, he felt a chill run down his spine and his left ribs hurt.

In Han Muye's hand, a short sword was slowly drawn, and on the blade, drops of blood were visible.

"I want to tell you that I killed those 16 hunters."

After flicking the blood off the short sword, Han Muye spoke calmly.

In the Great Desolate, things were fundamentally different from the worlds that came into existence later.

The power of heaven and earth in the Great Desolate was too strong, suppressing the spiritual perception of all living beings to the limit.

An Essence Spirit seventh-level expert, without defense, could be a.s.sa.s.sinated with a single blow.

This was impossible in the other worlds.

In the other worlds, not to mention experts equivalent to the seventh level of the Essence Spirit, even those at the Earth Realm had many means of defense.

However, for Han Muye, it had come to this point, and Daoist Changyao's fate was sealed.

A one-hit a.s.sa.s.sination took a bit less effort.

Raising his hand, Han Muye caught Daoist Changyao's falling body.

After a while, he had already gathered many things from the second floor and carried them in a cloth bag.

It was clearly a golden disc used for communication.

There were more than 800 Desolate pearls in a cloth bag in a secret compartment.

Among the two jade slips were human cultivation techniques.

There were two jade bottles containing some good-grade pills for healing and cultivation.

There were also a few precious spiritual materials and a long saber with a golden stream of light.

In a short while, he had already gathered many things on the second floor, put them in a cloth bag, and walked down the stairs, leaving under the surprised gaze of the inn's attendants at the door.

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Two months pa.s.sed in a hurry.

The surrounding clans of the Han Mountain Clan knew about the succession ceremony.

Hu Qiang and the White-tailed Fox Clan behind him had visited many times in the past two months.

The value of the medicine brought by Han Muye made Hu Qiang and the chief of the White-Tailed Fox Clan unable to sit still.

The White-Tailed Fox Patriarch, Hu Lian, personally visited the Han Mountain Clan to negotiate a medicine deal.

Since Han Muye returned from the Tiger Leap Ridge, the spirit herbs he brought were enough to refine many high-quality medicines.

The White-Tailed Fox Clan was also willing to a.s.sist Han Muye in collecting spirit herbs.

In these two months, just by selling the medicines refined by Han Muye, the White-Tailed Fox Clan had earned wealth that was difficult to obtain in the previous decade.

But the one who profited even more was the Sandal Ridge Black Bear Clan.

The young patriarch of the Sandal Ridge Black Bear Clan, Ci Yuan, had directly moved to Han Mountain and insisted on accepting Han Muye as his master.

The Sandal Ridge Black Bear Clan had a melting furnace set up by Han Muye, which could control fire, and the consumption of raw materials in smelting was less than half. The quality of the refined spirit materials was also extremely high.

The various tribes sent ores to the Sandal Ridge Black Bear Clan in large quant.i.ties recently, stacking up like a mountain.

This made the Green Deer Clan furious, but there was nothing they could do.

Eight thousand miles away from the Han Mountain Clan, in a mountain hollow, Han Muye, Han Chaohu, and Han Dingyi sat in a circle.

Beside him were the black-robed Patriarch of the Black Flood Dragon Clan, Feng Zhen, and two other black-armored Black Flood Dragon Clan experts.

On the other side were two burly men with black wolf patterns on their heads, one with a thin figure and an old man with blue light in his eyes.

"Boohoo—"

The low roar of the black tiger came from the front, and Han Jin, wearing a black robe, followed beside the black tiger.

"Young Chief, elders, and esteemed seniors." Han Jin bowed to everyone, his expression much more stable.

In the past two months, the people of the Golden Crow Han Mountain Clan, with the practice methods re-derived by Han Muye, various medicines, and the abundant supply of meat, had rapidly improved their cultivation and strength.

Han Jin had now entered the fifth level of the Essence Spirit and awakened a hint of bloodline power.

Such progress was something he wouldn't have dared to think about before.

This also made him deeply loyal to Han Muye.

"Young Patriarch, those humans are already a hundred miles away."

Under everyone's gaze, Han Jin reported in a low voice.

Human hunters.

This was the reason why Han Muye had gathered the experts of the surrounding clans here today.

Feng Zhen of the Black Dragon Tribe had a relatively good relationship with the Han Mountain Clan, so Han Muye personally went to visit and invited him to join in killing the human hunters.

The Black Wolf Clan and the powerful individual from the Flame-Eyed Snake Clan were both invited by Han Muye, and each paid 20 Desolate Pearls as a reward to partic.i.p.ate in the killing of the human hunters.

In particular, thousands of miles away, the Flame-Eyed Snake Clan's Patriarch named Qi Yunliang had reached the seventh level of the Essence Spirit. He had awakened the bloodline of the tribe and was extremely powerful.

"Hmph, the human race of the Ten Thousand Magnificence Immortal Dynasty has always been oppressing the various races of the Great Desolate and even harming the Golden Crow Clan." Feng Zhen snorted coldly, his face revealing killing intent.

The other experts also had solemn expressions.

Although most of the hunters in the Ten Thousand Magnificence Immortal Dynasty mostly targeted the Golden Crow Clan, the saying 'when one rabbit dies, a fox grieves; when one lip perishes, the teeth are cold' applied. As tribes within the Great Desolate, watching the Golden Crow Clan being wiped out was unsettling.

"Esteemed seniors, all the gains from this action, I will give them all to you."