Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

All along, Han Muye had thought that by refining 128,000 sword Qi, he could condense them into a sword intent.

He did exactly that.

Nurturing with the Sword Nurturing Technique, Sword Qi constantly gathered in his dantian.

When the Sword Qi reached 128,000, it would naturally transform into sword intent.

He was still proud of this.

This sword intent was much easier to nurture than those sword cultivators who had spent dozens or hundreds of years cultivating sword intent.

Han Muye was still calculating that these 3,000 sword intents would transform into the power of the sword path.

If not for the fact that he had seen He Xuanqi's sword technique, he would have really accumulated 3,000 sword intent.

Wrong!

Sword intent was the concept of the sword.

Sword Dao, path of the sword, way of the sword.

No matter how much sword Qi he accumulated, he would only obtain dead objects.

Even if there were millions of people, there was no concept that truly belonged to them.

Such sword intent would never achieve sword momentum!

Sword light rumbled on Han Muye's body, and sword Qi surrounded him.

The 128,000 sword Qi that was originally pressed against his dantian flew out.

It was like a swimming dragon around him.

Dispersing sword intent.

"This, how much sword Qi is this…" On the hill, someone looked at the sword Qi around Han Muye in disbelief.

"At least 100,000 sword Qi!" Someone's eyes lit up as he said in a low voice, "It's said that there's a cultivation technique for sword Qi that condenses 128,000 sword Qi into a sword intent."

"How is that possible? Who can condense 128,000 sword Qi?" Someone shook his head. "It's impossible to condense so much sword Qi in a lifetime."

A wisp of sword Qi would take several days to nurture. How many years would it take to nurture 128,000 sword Qi?

Moreover, sword Qi would be consumed during cultivation.

Those rumors were really just rumors.

"Senior Brother Han is holding down the Sword Pavilion." Someone stared at Han Muye, his eyes shining. "Maybe it's really possible."

Sword Pavilion!

That place was filled with sword Qi. Ordinary disciples could not enter for more than 15 minutes.

Perhaps it's really possible?

Countless disciples of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect and those from the outer sect below were all looking at Han Muye, whose sword Qi was rampant.

At this moment, Han Muye, who had dispersed all the sword Qi in his dantian, was not in a hurry. Instead, he began to think.

What kind of sword intent did I cultivate?

What kind of sword intent should the first sword intent I cultivated condense into?

As he thought, sword Qi rolled and turned into sharp sword light.

The sword light fluttered like a leaf.

The sword light turned into a long river of clear water.

The sword light was sharp and golden.

The sword light was shaped like a crescent moon.

….

Everyone widened their eyes and watched as the sword light around Han Muye kept transforming.

Some of these sword lights were familiar, some were unfamiliar, and each one was a set of sword techniques.

How many sword techniques are in this set? they wondered.

"No wonder Nineteen could instruct the disciples of the Sword Pavilion to receive their swords. He's actually proficient in almost all the sword techniques of the Sword Sect." Looking at the sword light behind Han Muye, Li Three clenched the sword in her hand.

She had always known that her talent in the sword was powerful.

In the Nine Mystic Sword Sect and even the entire Western Frontier, she had never admired anyone's talent in the sword dao.

Until now, when she saw the sword light around Han Muye.

Are there 1,000, 3,000, or 10,000 sword techniques revealed by this sword light?

"Tsk tsk, how many sword techniques has this kid cultivated?" At the peak of Cloud Nest Ridge in the distance, Master Tu Sunshi, who was standing with his hands behind his back, looked at the sword light on Han Muye and muttered.

"Grandmaster, you said that cultivation should be purely specialized." Sun Jinshi, who was standing behind Master Tu, looked surprised and whispered, "This Han Muye is so greedy. Won't his sword cultivation stagnate in the future?"

Stagnate?

Tu Sunshi recalled Han Muye's technique.

Sword Dao, path of the sword, way of the sword.

But Han Muye probably wouldn't, right?

Tu Sunshi narrowed his eyes.

Han Muye cultivated so many sword techniques just to verify that technique, right?

Since he wants to cultivate Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords, wouldn't he have to cultivate all kinds of sword techniques first?

What a greedy boy.

"Boom—"

A roar sounded between heaven and earth.

The sword light around Han Muye dissipated and turned into an ancient sword.

This sword had eight sides, and the blade was wide and upright.

"I'm still too stuck in the category of swordsmanship.

"Sword techniques are just created by predecessors and are beneficial to killing.

"When such a sword technique is cultivated to the extreme, it can condense the Sword Dao concept that belongs to the sword technique itself.

"And I can condense sword intent with the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords. This sword intent can transform all sword intents!

"As long as one has cultivated sword techniques, all sword intents could be transformed through this sword intent!"

As Han Muye muttered, the sword above his head turned into a green illusory sword light and landed directly on him, fusing into his dantian.

When the sword light entered his dantian, the two sword pills in his dantian trembled and automatically gave way to the center of the nine-layered cloud platform.

That's the spirit!

If the sword intent he condensed could not occupy the main position of the dantian, what was the use of keeping it?

Slowly opening his eyes, Han Muye looked around.

Sword light constantly circulated in his eyes, as if he was about to fly out.

"You can comprehend and condense sword intent before entering the Earth Realm. No wonder the Sect Master…" Standing beside the Nine Mystic Sword Sect's Grand Elder, Lu Hao, the Sword School's Core Formation Elder, Sun Mu, chuckled and looked at Han Muye before nodding gently.

Lu Hao didn't say anything. He just looked away from Han Muye, glanced at the base at the foot of the mountain, and then turned to leave.

"Congratulations," Li Three whispered as she sheathed her sword.

Han Muye nodded and said softly, "Thank you, Third Sister."

Nothing seemed to have happened while Li Xixi was guarding him, but if he was really interrupted while comprehending the sword, Han Muye would probably regret it for the rest of his life.

Li Xixi smiled and turned to look down the mountain. "The merit I risked my life for can't compare to your momentary comprehension."

"Comprehending sword intent before entering the Earth Realm. Such talent in the sword dao. Hehe, the old guys on the Nine Mystic Mountain will probably be overjoyed."

With that, she waved and left.

Tang Chi fought to show everyone his strength and ability.

But no matter how hard he tried, how could it compare to the shock brought by Han Muye's sword comprehension?

In the eyes of the higher-ups of the Sword Sect, was it more important to have a disciple who knew how to fight, or was it more important to have a disciple with peerless comprehension and infinite possibilities?

There was no comparison.

He Xuanqi, who had been standing not far away, cupped his hands and said, "Senior Brother Han, congratulations."

Not only him, but the other disciples of the Sword Sect also cupped their hands. "Congratulations on comprehending sword intent, Senior Brother Han."

"Senior Brother Han, congratulations on comprehending sword intent and turning into a dragon."

….

Han Muye cupped his hands in return.

"Senior Brother Han, have you comprehended the Dazzling Stone Sword Technique? There's one move in this sword technique that I'm not familiar with. Senior Brother, can you give me some pointers?" Someone came over and whispered.

Ask Han Muye for guidance on swordsmanship?

Someone remembered that Han Muye seemed to be the Sword Caretaker of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect's Sword Pavilion. He knew how to choose swords and teach sword techniques.

"Ahem, there seems to be some reward for practicing sword techniques in the Demonstration Building, right?" Huang Six, who had squeezed to Han Muye's side, shouted.

He held Lu Qingping's hand with one hand and rubbed his index finger and thumb on the other.

He Xuanqi, who was standing at the side, had a thought and hurriedly held two sparkling spiritual rocks with both hands.

"I was confused. Senior Brother, please teach me. How can I be empty-handed?"

Huang Six gave Gao Xiaoxuan a look.

Actually, there was no need to wink. Gao Xiaoxuan had already walked over, grabbed the spiritual rocks, and stuffed them into his pocket.

The disciple who had asked Han Muye for guidance on sword techniques was not stupid. He quickly took out two middle-grade spiritual rocks.

Mid-grade spiritual rocks. One piece was worth 100 low-grade spiritual rocks.

To ordinary cultivators, 200 spiritual rocks was not a small amount.

But this was Cloud Nest Ridge. Those who came here were all elites of the Sword Sect.

After another series of battles, he had gained a lot from the battle.

200 spiritual rocks were nothing.

Gao Xiaoxuan turned to look at Han Muye.

Han Muye smiled and nodded.

Gao Xiaoxuan walked forward and took the spiritual rocks.

"Junior Brother, show me the Dazzling Stone Sword Technique you cultivate."

Han Muye looked at the seeking disciple and said softly.

To Han Muye, it was not difficult to teach these disciples sword techniques.

As long as he looked at a sword technique once, regardless of whether it was a familiar or unfamiliar sword technique, he would immediately give his advice.

In four hours, 17 disciples of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect asked Han Muye for guidance and received satisfactory guidance.

After that, everyone reluctantly dispersed.

Because Huang Six said that Han Muye had only comprehended sword intent, it was enough for him to give him so much guidance today. In the future, as long as the battle ended, he could come and ask Senior Brother Han for guidance.

There was nothing wrong with what he said, so no one dared to delay Han Muye's cultivation.

After everyone left, Gao Xiaoxuan took out all the spiritual rocks he had kept in his pocket and placed them on the limestone.

Huang Six stepped forward and took out two pieces, pushing the rest in front of Han Muye.

He handed one to Gao Xiaoxuan and the other to Lu Qingping.

"Everyone who sees it will have a share. This kid doesn't lack spiritual rocks."

Lu Qingping originally refused, but Huang Six stuffed it into her palm.

Han Muye shook his head and reached out to collect the remaining spiritual rocks. Then, he said, "Sixth Brother, there's actually no need to collect spiritual rocks for giving guidance to fellow disciples. After all, everyone is stationed here together now."

Hearing Han Muye's words, Huang Six looked up at him. "How can I not accept it? Can I let them take it for free?"

"Even if it's a spiritual rock at the bottom of the Nine Mystic Mountain, it can't be for nothing…"

He suddenly froze, coughed a few times, and stopped himself.

Han Muye laughed and consciously turned around.

Han Muye had indeed just broken through and still needed to nourish his sword intent. Huang Six, Gao Xiaoxuan, and the others did not stay long and also walked down the hill.

"Brother Zhenxiong, how can you want Senior Brother Han's spiritual rocks?" Lu Qingping whispered as they walked on the mountain path.

"And middle-grade."

"He doesn't lack spiritual rocks." Huang Six waved his hand and said indifferently.

Lu Qingping glanced at him and lowered her head. "What I mean is, how can we repay this favor…"

We.

Huang Six grinned and looked at the cultivators' encampment at the foot of the mountain. His eyes flickered.

"Don't worry, I'll naturally return the favor."

He turned to look at Gao Xiaoxuan.

Gao Xiaoxuan, who was holding the little white fox, nodded. He looked at the undulating mountains of Cloud Nest Ridge and said softly, "Yes, soon."