Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Mu Jin only obtained one wooden root today and did not collect many other treasures.

These 100 superior-grade spiritual rocks could help her stabilize her Heaven Realm cultivation.

Her face revealed joy as she took the hundred superior-grade spiritual rocks.

After returning to Mu Jin's cultivation base, Mu Jin gave him all the spiritual herbs that Han Muye needed and even brought him to the spiritual land to pick many spiritual fruits.

After killing the incarnation of the Spiritual Dao Sect's Myriad Transformation Sage today, she and Han Muye had become close allies.

As Han Muye had said, they would be doing business together for a long time in the future.

Han Muye did not lose out. The spiritual herbs he received this time were worth more than 100 superior-grade spiritual rocks.

Mu Jin even agreed to send the other things that she did not have at the moment to the Nine Mystic Mountain.

Han Muye and Lin Shen did not stay in the base for long before leaving on the flying ship.

Mu Jin was busy taking over the entire Green Wheat Mountain territory and did not have time to send them off.

As the flying boat moved forward, Han Muye sat in the cabin and slowly adjusted his breathing.

He had expended a lot of energy in today's battle.

Not only was the spiritual energy in his dantian exhausted, but more than a dozen sword intent in his sea of Qi had also been exhausted.

Fortunately, he had yet to use the sword of the soul.

He raised his hand, and a green and sparkling pill appeared in his palm.

These were spiritual energy-replenishing pills suitable for Foundation Establishment and Earth Realm cultivators.

Immortal-grade pill.

Han Muye swallowed the spiritual energy in his palm and refined the pill into his dantian.

As soon as the pill entered the dantian, it spun and emitted surging spiritual energy to nourish the almost dry dantian.

The nine-story cloud platform also began to tremble.

After refining three immortal-grade Essence Spirit Pills in a row, Han Muye stopped and moved his spiritual energy to regulate his breathing.

This time, he had gained a lot from the Green Wheat Mountain.

Not only were there all kinds of spiritual herbs, but there was also a precious Magnolia Fruit.

When he used the sword pill to kill the two half-step Heaven Realm demons, the demon pills and blood qi power absorbed by the sword pill had directly increased his body tempering technique by more than one level.

His jade bone condensation had also been greatly improved.

Of course, none of this could compare to the Dao Sword.

A spiritual light flashed in his hand, and a foot-long black broken sword appeared.

Dao Sword.

A treasure that surpassed the level of Dharma treasure. Even a broken piece was extremely precious.

If this piece was melted, it could turn into a million catties of various spiritual materials.

However, Han Muye was not so stupid as to melt such a treasure to obtain spiritual materials.

With this half of the Dao Sword, he might be able to obtain the rest.

If he could restore this Dao Sword, who knew what would happen?

Although this sword was shattered by Sword Master Yuan Tian with a sword pill, it didn't seem precious.

On the contrary, if it was an ordinary sword, it would have long turned into powder after being attacked by the Heavenly Cycle Sword Formation.

Suddenly, Han Muye, who was playing with the broken sword, frowned. He put away his small sword and flashed out of the cabin.

At this moment, the flying ship had already left the Green Wheat Mountain for thousands of miles.

In front of the flying ship, several figures blocked the way.

Lin Shen stood at the bow of the ship. The sword Qi on his body was like an abyss, preventing those figures from approaching.

"That's him!"

"Han Muye, Immortal Han."

"This time, all kinds of spiritual lights are shining in the Green Wheat Mountain. He definitely has a treasure."

"It's said that he has many Cloud Golden Lotuses."

Those people stared at Han Muye and whispered, greed flickering in their eyes.

Han Muye shook his head and said indifferently, "Tell me, which sect did you accept the mission from?

"Tell me and I'll spare your lives."

All treasures were fake.

These people were all Earth Realm Meridian Opening and Soul Awakening experts, and they all looked like itinerant cultivators.

How could they have gathered together so easily?

Of course, they had accepted the mission to kill him.

Just like the people from the Hall of Folding Flowers, they also accepted missions.

"Haha, I can't fool Immortal Han."

Opposite him, an old man in a gray robe smiled and spoke.

"Immortal Han, you've been busy recently and don't know about the changes in the Western Frontier."

The old man's gaze landed on Han Muye, and he said in a low voice, "The Wind Spiritual Sword Sect Master, Zhang Cheng, has recovered from his injuries."

Zhang Cheng of the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect.

The third Heaven Realm cultivator in the Western Frontier.

When Tu Sunshi left the Heavenly Mystic, Zhang Cheng's cultivation was considered the highest among the swordsmen of the Western Frontier.

The relationship between the Wind Spiritual Sword School and the Nine Mystic Sword Sect was not harmonious.

"Is this a mission from the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect?"

Han Muye looked at everyone in front of him and said without changing his expression, "The Spiritual Dao Sect has a prohibition. Golden Cores are not allowed to attack.

"The Wind Spiritual Sword Sect also has an agreement with our Nine Mystic Sword Sect. There won't be any conflict for a hundred years."

Hearing his words, the old man opposite him laughed. "Immortal Han, are you really an immortal from heaven?

"Whether it's an agreement or an injunction, how many people are obeying it?"

A dim yellow spiritual light rose from the old man.

Sword light and spiritual light also flashed on the others.

"Besides, in a hundred years, the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect will have a Heaven Realm expert holding down the fort and become the number one sword sect in the Western Frontier."

After the old man finished speaking, he flew towards Han Muye. The dim yellow spiritual light on his body turned into a huge seal and smashed down.

However, before the seal reached Han Muye's head, Lin Shen had already attacked.

Lin Shen slashed down with the sword in his hand. The huge seal and the old man were all shattered by the sword!

"Boom—"

A 10,000-foot-tall mountain phantom flashed in midair.

Han Muye nodded.

Lin Shen's sword light already had a trace of sword momentum.

Of course, there was only a trace of it. If he wanted to truly condense it, he still needed opportunities.

With the sword in his hand, Lin Shen looked at the pale-faced cultivators and said indifferently, "Aren't you going to scram?"

Those people did not expect Lin Shen to let them go. They quickly turned around and fled.