Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Han Muye turned and looked at Tu Sunshi.

He felt awkward.

He had exhausted his soul sword Qi, but Master Tu Sunshi had given him a sword Qi. As long as he refined it, it would definitely be many times more dense than the previous sword Qi.

He had provoked Tu Sunshi to save the Yuntai Dao Sect, but Tu Sunshi had scraped off the land of Yuntai Mountain and promised to give him 20%.

Now the people of the Yuntai Dao Sect had to thank him.

Han Muye couldn't be as thick-skinned as Tu Sunshi and accept this gratitude calmly.

"Ahem, Senior, it's serious…" He shrank back and landed behind Tu Sunshi. Then he said in a clear voice, "As a fellow cultivator of the Western Frontier, when Yuntai Mountain is surrounded. I feel the same. Isn't it only right to attack?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the green-robed man below waved his sleeve and shouted, "Little friend Han said that it's only right to help. There are hundreds of thousands of fellow Daoists in the Western Frontier on the Cloud Nest Ridge. The Yuntai Dao Sect only feels this sense of righteousness from you. The Yuntai Dao Sect will never forget Little Friend Han's kindness."

F*ck.

No wonder Tu Sunshi cursed when he attacked.

This old man from the Yuntai Dao Sect was digging a hole for him.

No one on the Cloud Nest Ridge went to help and watched the Yuntai Dao Sect being destroyed. This made the Yuntai Dao Sect unhappy, but you can't repay kindness with ingratitude and use me, right?

Now that you mention it, it seems that I, Han Muye, am the only good person in the entire Cloud Nest Ridge?

Wouldn't that offend someone?

At this moment, the cultivators on the entire Cloud Nest Ridge, who were originally filled with excitement and admiration, looked at Han Muye with strange expressions.

You're such a busybody.

Tu Sunshi chuckled and gave Han Muye a look that said, "You're still young." Then he moved and dissipated.

Han Muye shook his head and cupped his hands in the direction of the Yuntai Dao Sect. Then he flew down and returned to the Nine Mystic Sword Sect's camp.

He had thought it through. When he had the chance to use the Yuntai Dao Sect to return a favor in the future, he would definitely not be polite.

Use it ruthlessly.

Only when Master Tu Sunshi and Han Muye disappeared from the Heaven Realm did everyone on the entire Cloud Nest Ridge look away.

Han Muye, the immortal of the Sword Dao.

So that's what he looks like.

At this moment, the Nine Mystic Sword School had already sent a total of more than 300,000 people, including their sect and the itinerant cultivators under their rule.

This scale accounted for nearly 30% of the people on Cloud Nest Ridge.

Of course, that was only the number.

More than 200,000 itinerant cultivators and small sect cultivators could only make up the numbers.

Among these 200,000 people, more than half of them had been trained in Changming Mountain. There were also tens of thousands of people who had just joined the sect.

These people were scattered and disorderly. Tang Chi led a group of Nine Mystic Mountain disciples to gather them.

On the cliff, Li Three, who was leaning against the stone wall, sneered as she looked at the chaotic cultivators' encampment in the distance.

"See, this is the sect. Then Tang Chi has his uses, so the Grand Elder will still use him."

Disgust flashed in Li Three's eyes as she turned her head away.

Han Muye focused his gaze for a while and saw that under Tang Chi's arrangements, the Nine Mystic Mountain disciples quickly organized their people into square formations.

These things were Tang Chi's forte.

On the other hand, Li Three and the other direct disciples were disdainful of dealing with itinerant cultivators and small sect cultivators.

If they were to manage a group of low-level cultivators, they would rather kill a few more people themselves.

The sect did not consider good and evil, but ability.

For great cultivators like the Grand Elder who had cultivated for countless years, they only looked at the people they used and whether there was anything useful in them.

Han Muye swept his gaze across and saw some muscular soldiers in the square formation.

He frowned and thought better of saying anything.

Although these soldiers from the rebels of the Red Flame Army had other thoughts, they were also cultivators of the Western Frontier. It was understandable that they were trained in the square formation.

Even those who had betrayed the sect began to train.

Besides, these low-level cultivators were just cannon fodder.

Having seen the methods of a Heaven Realm expert, Han Muye had an additional layer of understanding in his heart.

True experts did not care about the number of low-level cultivators, nor would they care about their lives.

Master Tu Sunshi transformed his sword into a sword river outside the Yuntai Dao Sect and killed countless low-level demons of the Southern Wasteland.

Who cared about the life and death of these low-level demons?

Thinking of the demons outside Yuntai Mountain, Han Muye looked ahead.

Demon clouds condensed into a cloud pillar and floated 50 miles away.

His expression turned grave.

Five demonic spirits of the Heaven realm.

After killing a Heaven Realm expert and injuring a Heaven Realm demon, there were also five Heaven Realm cultivators in the Southern Wasteland.

In the Western Frontier, there were only four Heaven Realm experts.

If not for the fact that Master Tu Sunshi had killed a Heaven Realm expert with one strike and made the other party afraid, a battle would probably have already begun on Cloud Nest Ridge.

That Heaven Realm demon was killed by Han Muye, but the credit was all on Master Tu Sunshi.

Who would believe that a young disciple had the ability to kill a Heaven Realm demon?

If such a person was really here, wouldn't the hundreds of years of cultivation of countless experts in and outside the Cloud Nest Ridge be wasted?

Han Muye was the one who killed the Heaven Realm demon. The vengeance was for Master Tu Sunshi.

"Clang—"

A clear bell sounded on Cloud Nest Ridge, and a figure flew over.

An elite of the Tai Yi Sword Sect in a white robe, the all-powerful Sun Jinshi landed in front of the cliff.

With a complicated expression, he cupped his hands at Han Muye and Li Three. "Senior Brother Han, Senior Sister Li, Grandmaster asked me to invite you to attend the meeting of the various sects on Cloud Nest Ridge."

After saying that, he bowed to Han Muye and whispered, "Senior Brother Han, I was blind. I apologize to you."

It was rare for an elite junior of the Tai Yi Sword Sect, a young sword cultivator known to be invincible, to actually lower his head and admit his mistake today.

Li Three turned to look at Han Muye.

Han Muye shook his head and waved his hand. "Junior Brother Sun, we're both from the Western Frontier. There's no need to be so polite."

Sun Jinshi looked up at Han Muye and said, "Senior Brother Han is magnanimous. I have to go inform the others. Farewell."

With that, he turned into a green light and flew away.

"Why do you think he lowered his head? He just benefited from your sword refinement," Li Three said quietly and strode to the top of Cloud Nest Ridge.

When Han Muye killed the Heaven Realm demon, he turned 10,000 swords into a long dragon. Those swords were stained with the power of the demonic qi, blood, and soul. After refining them, their quality increased greatly.

Whether they were willing or not, the owners of those swords owed Han Muye a favor.

Han Muye smiled. There were not many people who could make money out of this favor.

"This kind of meeting is to discuss who will die first and who will bleed more."

Li Three, who was walking in front, spoke calmly and hit the nail on the head.

But isn't that so?

If they won, they could even discuss how to distribute the supplies and spoils of war.

Now that the situation was dire and they were barely holding on, it was just a matter of which family would be under more pressure.

As Li Three had said, the one who died first would have the most deaths.

This Third Sister really saw through everything.

Han Muye shook his head and followed.

….

The tent for the meeting was spacious and housed long tables and seats.

Walking in, Han Muye could see that it was filled with solemn cultivators.

Other than him, Li Three, and a few low-level juniors, the rest of them were at least peak-level Soul Awakening cultivators.

At the seat of honor was Master Tu Sunshi, who was sitting motionless. Beside him, Yang Dingshan, the green-robed Daoist of the Yuntai Dao Sect, Lu Hao, and the others were all sitting there calmly.

In this tent, there was a Heaven Realm expert, nine half-step Heaven Realm experts, and dozens of other Core Formation experts.

This power was already equivalent to 30% of the cultivation world of the Western Frontier.

Of course, whether these people could work together was another matter.

Han Muye and Li Three walked in, and many people looked at them.

Some smiled and nodded, while others remained impassive.

Not far away, an old man smiled and waved at Han Muye.

Han Muye and Li San walked over and sat beside him.

Sun Mu, Core Formation elder of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect. He was the leading elder of the Fengshou Mountain for the first time.

His cultivation had long stopped. Due to the depletion of his lifespan, he did not have much time left. Now, he could be considered to have played a role for the sect.

Han Muye and Li San went over and greeted each other in a low voice. They sat down and looked at the various people in the tent.

"One Sword Blows Li Xixi away, path of the immortal, Han Muye. Hehe, not bad, not bad."

Sun Mu looked at Han Muye and Li San with a kind smile.

"Your cultivation and combat strength can be ranked in the top 10 among the younger generation of the Western Frontier."

Top 10.

Han Muye knew that the various sects in the Western Frontier would leave behind some foundation.

For example, Deng Chungang, who had only heard of the Nine Mystic Sword School, and a few experts ranked in the front of the inner sect.

Spiritual Dao Sect and Tai Yi Sword Sect. Those large sects definitely had hidden experts.

Han Muye looked up and saw a young girl in a white dress with a cold expression.

Beside the girl was a thin Daoist in a green robe.

Luo Xiaoyu, a genius of the Spiritual Dao Sect.

A dark horse among itinerant cultivators.

Seeing Han Muye look over, the two people opposite him nodded as a greeting.

"Everyone, time is of the essence. Let's not waste time on formalities." At the head of the table, an old man sitting beside Master Tu Sun stood up and cupped his hands.

Zheng Wangyuan, a half-step Heaven Realm elder from the Spiritual Dao Sect.

The Spiritual Dao Sect was the largest sect in the Western Frontier. Although Tu Sunshi was here, the person presiding over the defense was still a member of the Spiritual Dao Sect.

Actually, it was also because Master Tu Sunshi could not be bothered with these trivial matters.

He preferred to strike directly.

"There are a total of 387 large and small sects gathered at the front line of Cloud Nest Ridge. There are more than 1.36 million cultivators from all sides."

The number Zheng Wangyuan mentioned was huge, but his expression was not relaxed.

"It looks like we have more people, but we're still much weaker than the demon army.

"There are a total of nearly two million demons on the other side. Five of them are at the Heaven Realm, and seventeen are at the half-step Heaven Realm."

His words made the atmosphere in the tent even gloomier.

How could they deal with such an enemy?

"My Spiritual Dao Sect is already prepared to activate the decree again."

Zheng Wangyuan looked into the tent and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, don't expect the Southern Wasteland to stop this time. They really have the intention to annex the Western Frontier."

At this point, he took a deep breath and said, "According to the information from the Southern Wasteland, the Mystic Sun Guards of the Central Continent attacked the Southern Wasteland and had the power to unify the Southern Wasteland.

"The demons of the Southern Wasteland intend to migrate westward."

Migrate westward!

Where to?

Naturally, it was the Western Frontier.

When fighting for territory, it had always been a matter of life and death. There was no such thing as coexistence.

Besides, the reason why the demons came to the Western Frontier was not to coexist with the cultivators of the Western Frontier.

In the big tent, there was more fighting spirit in the solemn atmosphere.

This concerned the life and death of the cultivation world in the Western Frontier. There was no escape.

"Everyone, we'll guard Cloud Nest Ridge. It'll only take three months for reinforcements to arrive."

Zheng Wangyuan looked around and nodded at Tu Sunshi. He continued, "I've already asked Senior Brother Tu to arrange the defense of the various sects as follows.

"The Bright Mountain Sword Sect guards the west side of the Cloud Nest Ridge.

"The Wind Spiritual Sword Sect guards the west side of the mountain ridge.

"Spiritual Dao Sect is responsible for the top of the mountain.

….

"The Nine Mystic Sword Sect is in charge of the bottom of the Cloud Nest Ridge. Eight miles at the front."

….

When they walked out of the tent, the experts from all sides flew away.

Han Muye looked at the sky and took a deep breath.

"So, Tang Chi's 200,000-strong army is only here to die?" He turned around and looked at Lu Hao, who was slowly walking over.

"I'm just making the best use of it." Lu Hao's expression was calm as his gaze landed on Han Muye.

"Between you and him, you proved yourself with your strength.

"He can only prove it with his own blood."

Looking at Han Muye's expression, Lu Hao said indifferently, "Do you think the battle that concerns the future leader of the Nine Mystic Sword School is a treat?"