Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

"Remember, you're only here to participate in the Mystic Sun Guards training. You're still far from being the official Mystic Sun Guards. There are some things that you don't have to worry about." The old man swept his gaze across everyone and said calmly, "You don't have to take matters into your own hands."

With that, he moved and floated towards the forest ahead.

The black-clothed female cultivator turned to look at the others. They nodded at each other and followed him forward.

…

At this moment, Han Muye, Zhao Pu, and the others had already arrived at the foot of the cliff.

The jade plate in front of Zhao Pu stopped in front of him and slowly rotated.

"When Senior Brother Chongxiao and the others left, they set up a concealment array here. It seems that the array formation hasn't been broken after so many years, and no outsiders have stepped into that secret place."

Zhao Pu smiled and spoke softly.

This was good news.

He raised his hand and slapped the jade plate in front of him. The jade plate spun, and then spiritual light spread out.

A limestone platform appeared in front of the originally messy stone wall.

Behind the stone platform was a rather wide and deep cave.

Zhao Pu reached out and called the jade plate back. Seeing that the jade plate was already covered in cracks, he shook his head, put away the jade plate, and led the way into the cave.

That jade disc was the spirit-seeking disc obtained by the sect. It was part of their sect's inheritance.

Now that he had found the array formation set up by the Nine Mystic Sword Sect's disciples and broken it, he had completed his mission.

Han Muye and Lin Shen followed Zhao Pu into the cave.

The cave was 30 feet tall and 20 feet wide. The further they went, the wider it became.

"Back then, Senior Brother Lin and the others said that this place was like a training ground. Now that I look at it, it's true."

A jade-colored ball of light floated in front of Zhao Pu, illuminating the surroundings.

He looked at the surrounding stone walls and spoke.

These stone walls showed traces of mining activities.

He walked forward. Various stone tables, chairs, and hammer locks were scattered.

Most of them were to refine the body.

Han Muye squatted down and reached out to pick up a piece of rusted armor.

Such armor plates were scattered everywhere.

"Iron armor."

Lin Shen frowned and said, "I don't think I've heard of any sect having such a team with iron armor."

The Western Frontier was vast, and there were ordinary cities under the rule of various sects.

But there was no country in the Western Frontier.

The various towns in the Western Frontier were guarded by various sects.

There were scattered cultivators in iron armor in the Western Frontier, but there were no iron armor armies in the Western Frontier.

"The Elder of the Sword Pavilion said that this Iron Bull Strength is related to the Central Continent. This army is probably from the Central Continent."

Standing up, Han Muye looked at the empty space in front of him.

"We're just here to find the follow-up cultivation technique of Iron Bull Strength. We don't have to worry about anything else."

It was unknown how long the ruins here had been around. It involved the Central Continent, so it was useless to bother about it.

Zhao Pu and Lin Shen nodded. The three of them walked through the stone chamber.

After searching around, other than seeing a lot of scattered armor, he did not see any weapons.

This disappointed Han Muye, who wanted to use the sword to retrace the scene and obtain the cultivation technique.

He searched through the collapsed stone buildings but did not find anything useful.

"Brother Han, I'm afraid there's no useful information here. Either the people here eventually died out, or they left and took everything they could find with them."

Zhao Pu looked around and patted a thick stone pillar.

Back then, Lin Chongxiao and the others had already explored this place.

They did not think too much about this trip. They just wanted to find clues about the cultivation method.

Unfortunately, there were really no clues.

Lin Shen shook his head in shame.

Lin Chongxiao had once told him about a secret place in exchange for Han Muye's help.

This secret place had no value. Lin Shen was also regretful.

Han Muye turned and looked at Zhao Pu.

To be precise, he looked at the stone pillar that Zhao Pu was slapping.

There were seven or eight such stone pillars scattered around the cave.

"Brother Han…"

Seeing Han Muye staring at him, Zhao Pu was a little confused.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes and walked to the stone pillar. He reached out and gently rubbed the stone pillar.

Seeing him like this, Zhao Pu also pressed his hand on the stone pillar. Then, a strange expression appeared on his face.

"This stone pillar is used to temper the body and practice the fist technique…"

In his palm perception, there were dense depressions on the surface of the stone pillar.

These depressions were caused by the impact of the finger bones.

It was clearly an extremely rare spiritual material refinement.

Even the Nine Mystic Sword Sect did not have the stone pillars refined from these spiritual materials.

"Whew—"

Standing in front of the stone pillar, Han Muye gave a punch which hit the stone pillar.

His knuckles happened to fit a depression on it.

With a punch, his body seemed to have been activated. He moved his feet and punched again. His entire body turned into a shadow and circled around the stone pillar.

"Body-tempering Cultivation Technique…"

Looking at Han Muye's figure, Zhao Pu muttered blankly, "He comprehended it just like that? Really, one can't compare with others…"

Lin Shen, who was standing at the back, nodded.

Indeed.

He had seen Han Muye's abnormal comprehension ability.

At this moment, Han Muye was walking in front of the stone pillar. Every time he swung his fist, he was comprehending fist techniques and deducing body tempering techniques.

In his mind, he could see figures with bare upper bodies who were constantly punching.

These figures that clearly looked like soldiers surrounded the stone pillar and used all their strength to train their bodies.

Iron Bull Strength.

Most of the fist techniques were Iron Bull Strength.

"After the Iron Bull condensed, if you want to advance further, cultivate the Red Flame Army's Demon Bull Technique."

On the screen, a figure who was also bare-chested and had the shadow of a dark golden ox floating on his body appeared.

"Ho—"

The burly man punched the stone pillar, and cracks appeared on it.

Demon Bull Technique.

The Red Flame Army.

It was indeed the legacy of the Central Continent.

Han Muye was about to stop when the voice in the image sounded again.

"The commander led us out of the Central Continent because there was a better way out in the Western Frontier."

Betraying the Central Continent!

What kind of temptation could make the orthodox army of the Central Continent betray the imperial court?

Han Muye's fists whizzed as he stared at the stone pillar in front of him, sensing the changes in the patterns on it. Images continued to flash in his mind.

"Everyone in the world thinks that the Central Continent is the cultivation holy land of the Heavenly Mystic World. Actually, the Western Frontier was not inferior to the Central Continent in the ancient times. The inheritance of the Western Frontier comes from outside the Heavenly Mystic World!"

The big man shouted as a gray-black halo flickered around him.

The golden bull shadow behind him turned into a bronze color, as if it was made of bronze and was completely solid.

"This is a cultivation technique that the commander found from the inheritance of the Western Frontier. After fusing it with the Iron Bull Strength, he called it the Demon Bull Technique. Demon Bull Treads the Sky—"

The burly man shouted. The bronze bull shadow behind him turned into a fist and slammed into the stone pillar in front of him.

"Boom—"

A large depression appeared in the stone pillar.

It was the depression in front of Han Mu.

The spiritual materials used to refine this stone pillar were special, and the absorption of physical strength was extremely powerful.

The impact of ten thousand pounds left only a faint mark on the stone pillar.

The burly man's punch was 10 times stronger than before!

The Demon Bull Technique was indeed powerful.

"We'll all cultivate this cultivation technique. When we master it, we'll destroy the sects guarding the outer realm passage and leave the Heavenly Mystic World. The commander said that only if we look outside the Heavenly Mystic World do we have a chance for longevity!"

Longevity.

When this word appeared, Han Muye's heart skipped a beat.

Isn't cultivation for longevity?

In the records of the Heavenly Mystic World, there were Heavenly Realm experts and extremely powerful cultivators.

But no one said they could live forever.

Beyond Heaven Mystic, is there longevity?

"The commander is here—"

The image in Han Muye's mind trembled. He wanted to see the commander's face clearly, but before he could, the image shattered.

He could only slowly retract his fist.

"How's that?"

Seeing Han Muye retract his fist, Zhao Pu spoke in a low voice.

"I gained something. When I return to the sect, I'll be able to cultivate," Han Muye said softly with a smile.

Be it the Bull Strength or the Demon Bull Technique, they both gave him guidance.

He might not know these two body-tempering cultivation techniques, but he knew how to choose the direction of deduction.

"Alright, then we'll go back to the sect—" Zhao Pu said and suddenly frowned.

He looked up in the direction that led out of the cave.

A few figures had quietly arrived.

"The Red Flame Pillar. Looks like we're in the right place."

A voice spoke.

Zhao Pu did not look at the person who spoke. He only stared at the black-robed old man who was leading the way.

All the qi, blood, and spiritual energy in his body were suppressed and surging, as if he had adjusted his essence, energy, and spirit to their optimal state.

Prepare for battle!

Lin Shen subtly moved his feet in front of Han Muye to protect him.

Han Muye's gaze also fell on the old man.

The lining of the black robe was black armor.

That sword was in a black sheath.

Mystic Sun Guard!

This old man was one of the two Great Guards of the Central Continent Imperial Court.

This was not the first time Han Muye had seen a Mystic Sun Guard.

In the memories of the sheathed black sword on the third floor of the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye had seen the Mystic Sun Guards countless times.

In the darkness, uphold the light.

Mystic was Heavenly Mystic, and Sun was Righteous.

"Are you related to this place?" The old man looked at Zhao Pu, then at Han Muye and Lin Shen. Then he asked calmly.

Zhao Pu shook his head and said, "Not really, but we found this place first."

Hearing Zhao Pu's words, the old man narrowed his eyes and pondered for a moment. "Since you have nothing to do with this place, you can leave."

Leave?

Zhao Pu turned to look at the thick stone pillar beside him.

These things were treasures.

If he brought it back to the sect, he could at least exchange it for a lot of merit points.

Zhao Pu was unwilling to leave just like that.

Moreover, as a disciple of a major sect in the Western Frontier, he had his pride.

Even if the other party's strength seemed to be unfathomable, he wouldn't just turn around and leave with a word, right?

The Nine Mystic Sword Sect was not so weak.

"We came first. You're the ones who should leave." Zhao Pu pressed his hand against the stone pillar beside him.

His thumb pressed down gently.

Lin Shen, who was standing behind him, slowly pushed down.

He was ready to attack.

"It seems that you are indeed from a big sect in the Western Frontier," the old man opposite him said softly. Then he raised his hand and said, "Aren't you interested in the Western Frontier cultivators? Try them"

Three impatient figures flew out and rushed towards Zhao Pu, Lin Shen, and Han Muye.

"Get back!"

Zhao Pu, who was tall and muscular with a shiny bald head, shouted and punched. A white tiger appeared behind him.

The shadow of his punch immediately struck the three people charging at him.

Lin Shen pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword and stared ahead.

Han Muye looked at the white tiger phantom behind Zhao Pu.

This guy was really meticulous. He knew that it was best not to use the Iron Bull Strength here and deliberately displayed the earth lineage cultivation technique of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

As soon as this white tiger phantom appeared, some knowledgeable cultivators in the Western Frontier thought that they had encountered someone from the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

However, the other party was not from the Western Frontier.

They were from the Central Continent.

And they were the Mystic Sun Guards.

Han Muye looked at the old man with the black sword hanging from his waist.

The outcome of today's situation depended on this person.