Capítulo 29: The Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords will definitely flourish in your hands
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Soon, the news was all over the hall.
Patriarch Mo's old friend had come to visit and he even brought a high-grade spiritual rock as a gift.
Hearing that it was a high-grade spiritual rock, many people revealed envious expressions.
The cultivators of the sect had the financial support of the sect. When their cultivation reached a high level, they did not have to worry about spiritual rocks and food at all.
The cultivation path of the family cultivators and those partial cultivators with insufficient aptitude was much more difficult.
One spiritual rock could be used by a partial cultivator at the third or fourth level of the Essence Energy Cultivation Realm for half a year.
A treasure like a high-grade spiritual rock might not even exist in the entire Qingmu Town.
Han Muye and Mo Yuan, who was disguised as the Elder of Myriad Swords, were invited to the main seat.
The experts of the Mo Family sat around.
The head of the Mo family, Mo Yunteng, was an expert at the third level of Qi Condensation realm. At this moment, he was also carefully sitting in a corner.
He saw that this Myriad Sword elder's cultivation level seemed to be only at the peak of the Essence Energy Cultivation Realm, and his disciple was not even at the third level of the Essence Energy Cultivation Realm.
But that wasn't possible.
An expert who could casually take out a high-grade spiritual rock must have an extremely profound cultivation level. He just didn't reveal his cultivation level that could shock the world.
Perhaps the Myriad Swords elder was already at the Foundation Establishment realm or even the Earth realm?
If they could befriend such an expert, the Mo Family would definitely soar into the sky!
With his heart burning, Mo Yunteng and the group of Mo family members became even more eager. They surrounded Mo Yuan and chatted enthusiastically.
Mo Yuan only asked a few questions casually, and Mo Yunteng and the others introduced the rise of their family and the experts in their family in detail.
Mo Yuan would ask a few questions from time to time, always pointing out the key points, making the Mo family members sigh. This person was indeed a senior expert as he could see through everything so thoroughly.
Even some cultivation matters and stories that Mo Yuan casually mentioned made everyone feel that they had benefited greatly.
"My master travels the world and has the intention to return to seclusion now. The scenery in Qingmu Town is not bad."
Han Muye, who was sitting at the side, spoke up.
Recluse!
Mo Yunteng revealed a look of joy and hurriedly bowed. "Elder, our Mo family can be considered the number one family in Qingmu Town. If elder lives in seclusion in Qingmu Town, our Mo family can take care of you."
Han Muye turned to look at Mo Yuan.
This was what they had discussed.
The Mo family wanted to make use of Mo Yuan's reputation. If he returned as Mo Yuan and let people know that he was just an old man who had yet to enter the Qi Condensation Realm, he would probably expose the Mo family and cause their reputation to decline.
It was better to return under an alias and be a guest elder to leave the rest of his time in the Mo family.
Anyway, no one had known him for two hundred years.
Hearing Mo Yunteng's words, Mo Yuan did not nod directly. He only chuckled and said indifferently, "Let's talk about this later. It depends on fate."
The more he acted like this, the more eager Mo Yunteng and the people behind him were.
Perhaps if the Mo family was more sincere, this expert would be willing to stay in the Mo family?
Just as Mo Yunteng was about to say more, there was a commotion at the door.
The Sun family had arrived.
"Hehe, hurry up and fetch the bride. Don't worry about me." Mo Yuan smiled and waved his hand.
"I also enjoy the liveliness of such a festive event."
Hearing Mo Yuan's words, Mo Yunteng's eyes lit up.
Old people were all like this. They liked to see their juniors bustling with life.
This patriarch really thought highly of the Mo family by saying this.
As long as this marriage was done well, the Myriad Swords elder might have the intention to stay in the Mo family.
"Senior is right. Then I'll go fetch the bride first."
Mo Yunteng bowed to Mo Yuan and led the Mo family away.
The entire hall of guests followed him out.
In the empty hall, Mo Yuan turned to look at the corridor pillars hung with red silk and the word "Happiness" hanging high above. He said in a low voice, "Sigh, I'm also happy that the Mo family can be so powerful."
"I've passed down the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords and returned to my hometown. I've fulfilled both wishes."
"Besides, both wishes have gone beyond my expectations."
"Muye, you're definitely a genius in sword cultivation. With the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords in your hands, it will definitely flourish."
"The Mo family is so prosperous. If I can nurture a few more disciples, I will have no regrets in this life."
With that, Mo Yuan took off the sword hanging at his waist and placed it on the table.
"Muye, take this sword as a reward for pretending to be my disciple."
"Also, take this pill."
The jade bottle containing the pill that could increase one's lifespan by one year was also placed on the table.
"Senior, these are all useful to you." Han Muye shook his head and said softly.
Mo Yuan smiled and said, "What use is there? I've already seen through everything, so why can't you?"
Han Muye still wanted to speak, but Mo Yuan said in a deep voice, "Take it, don't let outsiders see it."
At the door, the noise was close.
Han Muye nodded and put the jade bottle away. Then he held the sword with both hands, palm on the hilt.
"Hum—"
A soft sound that only he heard, the soft ringing of the sword that had resisted him.
Images flashed in Han Muye's mind.
Images of the sword being forged and tempered over and over again.
A young man doing a sword dance.
The cultivation of hundreds of sword techniques.
He vowed to create the one sword technique that would topple the heavens.
After 200 years, his sword Qi had condensed, but he was unable to use it anymore.
Han Muye felt that in the long sword, there was a thick sword energy that was about to condense into sword intent.
This sword Qi was nurtured by Mo Yuan with his entire life.
However, because Mo Yuan was old and weak, he was already unable to control this sword Qi.
Han Muye's palm gently released the hilt.
He had already comprehended nearly a hundred sword techniques from this long sword called Destiny.
But he could not bear to take the sword Qi from the sword.
This sword Qi was Mo Yuan's life.
If he absorbed this sword Qi, this sword would lose its connection with Mo Yuan.
The hall was filled with joy. Mo Yuan sat there and watched with a smile. Anyone who came toasted him and he did not turn down any.
In particular, when the marrying couple went forward to kneel and bow, Mo Yuan smiled and went forward to help them up.
"Your great-grandfather doesn't have anything to give you."
"How about this? In a few days, come over and I'll teach you some good sword techniques." Stroking his long beard, Mo Yuan's face was full of smiles.
His words surprised the Mo family.
Clearly the old man was willing to stay, even temporarily.
"Hurry up and thank great-grandfather," Mo Yunteng hurriedly shouted, letting his son and daughter-in-law kowtow to Mo Yuan.
Not far away, a few of the guests who had come to send the bride off watched this scene coldly.
"Senior Brother Jiang Heng, what's the background of this so-called Myriad Sword elder?" A middle-aged man wearing a red jacket and thin armor asked in a deep voice.
The short-bearded middle-aged man named Jiang Heng's eyes lit up.
"His footsteps are weak, and his eyes are turbid. He's clearly at the end of his lifespan."
"There's some sword Qi on his body, but his spiritual energy is mixed. His cultivation level is at most at the third or fourth level of Qi Condensation."
"Let's stick to the plan. The old man is nothing to worry about."
The others exchanged glances at his words, then nodded.
Bam!
A porcelain bowl fell to the ground. The sharp sound was like a pair of scissors cutting through brocade in the jubilant atmosphere.
"What kind of lousy wine is this? The Mo family is looking down on our Sun family too much!"
An eight-foot-tall young man staggered to his feet and pointed at the couple.
"Mo Yucheng, is this how the Mo family treats their guests?"
The hall fell silent.
Patriarch Mo Yuan narrowed his eyes.
Mo Yunteng's heart skipped a beat as he hurriedly took a step forward.
"The Mo family has neglected you. Quick, send ten jars of Falling Snow Brew over."
The Falling Snow Brew was a famous wine. It contained a trace of spiritual energy and cost one spiritual rock per jar.
Mo Yunteng's heart ached to serve such good wine to the guests.
But at this moment, what he had to do was to make the scene lively and without any twists and turns.
"Don't serve him any Falling Snow Brew."
The young man looked at Mo Yunteng with suppressed anger in his eyes.
"Just now, I heard that the Mo family is the number one family in Qingmu Town. That my Sun family is only an ordinary family in Yanggu County and it's my Sun family's honor to be able to marry into your family."
The young man took a step forward. The red silk-wrapped sword at his waist was unsheathed.
"Let me see how capable your Mo family's younger generation is."
'Draw your sword!'
Everyone's expressions turned cold when they saw the cold sword light.
In the hall, the guests quietly moved back.
No one was a fool.
No one from the Sun family had said anything yet. It was obvious that they wanted to stir up trouble.
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