Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

At the peak of the Nine Mystic Mountain, clouds filled the air like a paradise.

The grand hall was ancient and vast.

This hall had stood on Nine Mystic Mountain for 10,000 years and had never fallen.

Walking up the stone steps, Han Muye could see countless cracks on the stone steps.

These were the cracks left behind by battles, as well as daggers and swords.

"A thousand years ago, a large sect attacked. At the most critical moment, the entire sect was surrounded by this Nine Mystic Hall."

A voice could be heard behind Han Muye.

Han Muye turned around and saw a dignified old man in a light purple robe.

"Han Muye greets Elder Lu."

Among the five lineages of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, Lu Hao was the Grand Elder of the golden lineage and a peak Core Formation expert.

This person had always been in charge of the Sword Battle Hall and rarely appeared.

Compared to the two Grand Elders guarding the spiritual land and the library, Elder Lu Hao was more murderous.

"Yes, actually, the Sword Pavilion is a special existence in the Nine Mystic Sword Sect." Lu Hao nodded and strode up.

Han Muye took a step back and walked with him.

"You're the caretaker of the Sword Pavilion. You should know the secret of the Sword Pavilion.

"The Nine Mystic Sword Sect's existence depends on the Sword Pavilion. The Sword Pavilion is protected by the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

"Every Sword Pavilion caretaker has the same status as a Grand Elder."

Lu Hao looked straight ahead and said calmly.

Han Muye knew what he meant.

Even if Han Muye's cultivation was not high enough, he had the same status as the Grand Elders as long as he was in charge of the Sword Pavilion.

Back then, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect was established because of the Sword Pavilion.

The Sword Pavilion was the foundation of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

The two of them walked to the golden and bronze door, tidied their clothes, and slowly walked into the hall.

In the hall, there were nearly a hundred seats on both sides.

This was almost the most powerful strength of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

A hundred Earth Realm cultivators were at least at the Spirit Awakening Realm.

Only the Spirit Awakening God was qualified to be the deacon elder of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

According to the Spiritual Dao Sect's decree, Core Formation cultivators in the Western Frontier were not allowed to attack. Most of the people below the Core Formation realm in the Nine Mystic Sword Sect left the mountain.

More than half of the people in the hall were Core Formation experts.

Han Muye and Lu Hao came together and immediately attracted attention.

"This is Senior Brother Lu's disciple?"

"No, it's the Sword Pavilion. Senior Brother Gao Changgong told me before he left."

"The caretaker of the Sword Pavilion? There seems to be a lot going on in the Sword Pavilion recently?"

…

All kinds of whispers could be heard in the hall.

Han Muye looked ahead and walked to the center of the hall with Lu Hao.

"That's your seat."

Lu Hao pointed at a long table on the left.

Han Muye nodded, walked over, sat behind the long table, and said nothing.

Lu Hao walked to an empty seat at the head of the table and sat down.

Beside him, Zhang Zhiyuan, who was guarding the spiritual land, and Wu Ziyuan, who was guarding the library, had already arrived.

One after another, several elders arrived.

Han Muye glanced over and saw that most of them had white hair and looked old.

On the other hand, there were many deacon elders who looked to be in their prime sitting below.

There was no fault in the experts of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

In another few decades or hundreds of years, the younger generation of experts would have grown up.

"Tang Chi."

Someone in the hall suddenly whispered.

Han Muye looked up and saw a thin young man in a green robe and a golden crown striding over.

Is this Tang Second?

The direct disciple was second, and the inner sect was first.

There was very little information about this person in the Sword Sect. They only knew that this person had been in seclusion and had not even come out of seclusion to challenge Li Xixi.

As if sensing Han Muye's gaze, Tang Chi looked up and nodded slightly at Han Muye. Then he strode to a long table that was placed diagonally.

It was also a non voting attendance.

"Tang Chi's cultivation level broke through to the eighth level of the Soul Awakening Realm some time ago, so I gave him the right to attend the Elders' Association."

"Today, the new caretaker of the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye, is also present."

In the seat of honor, Sect Master Jin Ze's voice sounded.

After more than half a year, Han Muye finally saw Jin Ze again.

At this moment, Jin Ze's face did not change much, but he looked a little older.

Han Muye frowned slightly and said nothing.

Previously, he had suffered the pain of his lifespan drying up and was extremely sensitive to the aura of his lifespan reaching its end.

Now that he saw Jin Ze, it was obvious that his lifespan was about to end.

Surely not to that extent?

With Jin Ze's cultivation, even if he shattered his Golden Core, it wouldn't damage his lifespan too much.

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Han Muye looked down and only listened.

Isn't this kind of meeting just about listening?

"The Wind Spiritual Sword Sect has officially submitted the document.

"We'll reassign the territory. We won't fight for the next hundred years."

Jin Ze looked down and spoke calmly.

They would not fight for a hundred years.

They would redraw boundaries in the Western Frontier.

This also meant that within a hundred years, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect would become the second sword sect in the Western Frontier.

Among the nine sects, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect finally became the number one sect under the three major sects.

Many of the elders present sighed with excitement.

Three hundred years?

Five hundred years?

The Nine Mystic Sword Sect had spent several generations of effort to finally reach their current status.

They were old, but wasn't the prosperity of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect what they wanted?

With the might of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect today, they would definitely be able to nurture a Heaven Realm expert in another hundred years.

In a hundred years, even if there was a conflict with the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect again, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect would not be afraid.

"Sect Master, I suggest that the first-rate disciples of the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect return and we hold a grand memorial ceremony."

An old man with white hair stood up and shouted.

"Three hundred years. My Nine Mystic Sword Sect has been suppressed by the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect for 300 years. This time, it's a celebration."

His words caused countless responses to ring out in the hall.

The lifespan of the Earth Realm was hundreds of years. Many people here had survived these 300 years. The hardships of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect in the past 300 years were still vivid in their minds.

"Yes, Sect Master, you host it."

"Sect Master, you worked hard for the sect to achieve such a great victory. The price you paid…" An old man spoke excitedly, his entire body trembling.

At the head of the table, Jin Ze was also a little excited.

However, after calming down, he still shook his head and waved his hand. "It's not that it's not auspicious. It's just that the overall situation is dangerous and we can't celebrate."

Is the situation dangerous?

The elders who were excited were stunned.

Han Muye's expression remained unchanged as he listened quietly.

He had already obtained a lot of information from the sword of the Southern Wasteland Great Demon.

The situation at Fengshou Mountain was really not optimistic.

"The latest battle report says that at the front line of Fengshou Mountain, 50 Earth Realm experts from the various sects have died.

"Nearly 10 Core Formation cultivators from the Spiritual Dao Sect and the Yuntai Dao Sect died."

Jin Ze's indifferent words made the entire hall fall silent.

There were many experts in the Western Frontier, but it had only been a short while, and 50 of them had already died.

50 Earth Realm experts had the strength of a sect at the bottom of the nine sects.

Ten Core Formation experts had died. This was a serious blow.

There were so many Core Formation cultivators in the Nine Mystic Sword Sect's hall. If 10 of them died at once, it would probably take more than a hundred years to recover.

Which Core Formation expert did not take hundreds of years to nurture?

The Spiritual Dao Sect was the number one sect in the Western Frontier. It was fine if the Core Formation realm cultivator died, but the Yuntai Dao Sect did not have the family business of the Spiritual Dao Sect.

However, the Yuntai Dao Sect was not far from Fengshou Mountain, so they could not hide.

"Several Heaven Realm demons from the Southern Wasteland have arrived at Fengshou Mountain, as well as the young experts of the few big clans in the Southern Wasteland.

"Senior Brother Tu Sun is already guarding Fengshou Mountain."

Jin Ze spoke softly.

The number one sword cultivator in the Western Frontier, Tu Sunshi of the Tai Yi Sword Sect.

Even this one has to go to the front line?

There were a total of four people in the Western Frontier Heavenly Realm. Other than Zhang Cheng of the Wind Spiritual Dao Sect who was in seclusion to recuperate, one of the other three had already arrived at Fengshou Mountain.

Is the situation in the Western Frontier really that dangerous?

Everyone in the hall was silent. No one spoke again.

"Senior Brother Lu, the Sword Battle Hall will transfer to Fengshou Mountain in three days." Jin Ze turned to look at Lu Hao and said in a deep voice.

"Senior Brother, lead the team yourself."

Lu Hao nodded.

A Grand Elder led the team, and he was a Golden Lineage Elder. He was a person with powerful killing power.

Moreover, they were transferring the Sword Battle Hall disciples who had been fighting with the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect for nearly a year to Fengshou Mountain.

A sword cultivator who had fought like this was a true elite.

Han Muye felt that the Nine Mystic Sword Sect was definitely unwilling to only have a supporting role in Fengshou Mountain this time.

No family in the Western Frontier would be willing to place so many junior disciples on Fengshou Mountain, right?

"Also, many sects have contributed to the extermination of the demons under the Sword Sect. This time, we can unite these people and organize another force."

Jin Ze's gaze landed on Han Muye, then shifted over.

"The Sword Pavilion has a good way of offering a reward for encouragement this time. The Nine Mystic Sword Sect can be generous. A hundred thousand merit points. A hundred spiritual weapons."

Jin Ze's eyes lit up as he looked around. "Everyone, who should lead the second batch of reinforcements?"

A hundred spiritual weapons.

100,000 merit points.

Han Muye felt that Jin Ze had spent more money than him.

Is this the boldness of a sect master?

After Jin Ze finished speaking, all the gazes in the hall turned to Han Muye, then to the other side.

Tang Chi.

Indeed, these people from the sect did not do things for no reason.

Isn't that why Tang Chi is here?

Most of the disciples in the sect did not have high cultivation levels.

There were also people from the other sects who went south with Huang Six. There were not many experts, but there were many people.

These people organized themselves into a second army to support Fengshou Mountain.

In Han Muye's opinion, the main purpose of these armies was to boost their prestige and become cannon fodder.

This was the fate of low-level cultivators.

Sitting behind the long table and listening to the discussion in the hall about who would lead this team, how to train, and how to go to Fengshou Mountain, Han Muye felt like he had become a spectator.

Not a pawn.

Not a chess player.

A spectator had to have the rules.

He remained silent.

Han Muye didn't say a word until the meeting was over.

After the meeting ended, the elders dispersed. Han Muye also stood up and walked out of the hall.

"Nineteen, you have to help me in the future." Tang Chi, who was wearing a green robe, walked to Han Muye's side and said softly.

Tang Second, Han Nineteen.

"Second Brother, don't worry. As long as the Sword Pavilion can help, I will."

Han Muye nodded.

In the meeting just now, he proposed that everyone in the Sword Sect should be united and overcome the difficulties together.

Wasn't the so-called unity just bloodletting?

The Sword Pavilion had plenty of swords now. At most, they would just provide reinforcements.

"Nineteen, everyone says that your alchemy cultivation is outstanding. I wonder how many pills you can help Second Brother refine?"

Tang Chi looked at Han Muye and smiled, "Don't worry, you won't lose a single spiritual rock."

Pills?

It was easy for Jiang Ming to refine two furnaces.

As for the spiritual rocks, Tang Chi was willing to give them.

"For the sect, these pills are nothing." Han Muye waved his hand and walked out of the hall.

"Nineteenth Brother is generous." Tang Chi laughed and said, "There's one more thing. Sword Pavilion's Huang Zhenxiong has attracted tens of thousands of cultivators to gather at Fengshou Mountain. Nineteenth Brother, can you let him stop for a while?"

Stop?

Han Muye slowly turned around and looked at Tang Chi.

Tang Chi, who was smiling, nodded gently.

"Second Brother Tang, you don't have a Dao companion, right?"

Han Muye suddenly spoke.

Tang Chi shook his head and said, "For the prosperity of the sect and for cultivation, I naturally don't have the heart to seek the Dao—"

Before he could finish, Han Muye said calmly, "Fortunately.

"Second Brother Tang, you're heartless and only have Dao in your heart. It's better not to find a Dao companion."

Then he turned and left.

Looking at Han Muye's back, Tang Chi slowly narrowed his eyes.