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“The inheritance of Guan Dongyun.” The old man looked at Han Muye and said softly, “The Xuntian Token, is it in your hands?”

Xuntian Token!

He even knew about that!

A hint of surprise flashed across Han Muye’s face.

But he remained calm in his heart.

After all, some things were intentionally displayed by him in the trial grounds.

With his extraordinary sword potential, he would definitely be valued.

After being valued, there would be an investigation.

Han Muye couldn’t withstand scrutiny.

But his other identity could.

He was the direct disciple of the Master of the Xuntian Hall, Guan Dongyun, and the future successor of the Xuntian Hall.

A golden light flashed in Han Muye’s hand, and a golden token appeared.

The moment this token appeared, the aura on the old man’s body surged but was eventually suppressed.

“Sigh, Old Guan has really fallen…”

The old man shook his head and looked at Han Muye again, with a hint of kindness on his face.

“I am Qi Tianyu, an elder of the Sword Sect, one of the five deputy hall masters of the Xuntian Hall, and also an elder of the Zhantian Hall.”

Speaking of this, he waved his hand.

“Put away the Xuntian Token. Whether you can take charge of the Mystic Spirit Heaven Hall depends on your own abilities.

“I came to find you to tell you something.

“Are you interested in entering another hall?”

Seeing Han Muye look up at him, Qi Tianyu said softly, “In our Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, there is another hall that only true core disciples have the opportunity to join.

“Zhanshen Hall.”

—-

The Yunteng Wasteland spans billions of miles in all directions, several times larger than the Transient Wasteland.

The Yunteng Wasteland borders the bitter immortal realm, and within it, the forces of the Blood Battle Sect, the Heavenly Radiance Gate, and the Iron Armor War Gate intersect, with a very blurry boundary line.

Back then, near the Yunteng Wasteland, several factions had fought.

Compared to the Yunteng Wasteland, the chaos in the Yuze Province in the Transient Wasteland was nothing more than child’s play.

After three days, the sword light that ravaged the edge of the Yunteng Wasteland for 10,000 miles finally dissipated.

When the powerful individuals from various parties carefully investigated, Han Muye and his companions had already disappeared without a trace.

The strength of that sword light concealed all traces and secrets.

Outsiders only knew that a formidable swordsman had come to the Yunteng Wasteland, but they had no idea who it was, why they came, or where they went.

As for the Sword Sect’s investigation, the experts sent by the Yuze Province stopped here.

When the news returned to Yuze Province’s Yunlu City, Chen Qiu smiled and shook his head. Xiong Ke and Wu Chaoshen’s faces were even more gloomy.

“Forget it. Don’t waste resources on such a small matter,” Chen Qiu said calmly. He looked at the others. “Let’s talk about the Gale Bandits.

“Han Muye captured Cheng Linhui, the leader of the 37th team of the Gale Bandits. How should we deal with this guy? Should we release him or not?”

Han Muye’s contribution.

This matter made Xiong Ke grit his teeth.

At this moment, while Xiong Ke gritted his teeth in resentment, Han Muye had already arrived in a small town within the Yunteng Wasteland.

“Yunlan Town? A good name.”

Looking at the cultivators and powerful demons coming and going ahead, Han Muye smiled softly. “Then let’s start from here.”

As his words fell, a sword light soared into the sky.

Zhang Zhenbiao stepped forward behind him, already drawing his sword and rushing towards the town.

Zhao Chen looked ahead and muttered, “Damn, I came here to do business, but how did the first thing I do become like a bandit?

“I hate bandits the most.”

Speaking of this, he saw the sword light on Han Muye gathering into a long dragon, attracting the power of heaven and earth to intertwine. He couldn’t help but grin.

“Hey, it feels pretty good following Big Brother Han as a bandit.”