Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

"Clang—"

A green short sword shot at the back of Mo Yunteng fell to the ground.

In the hall, everyone looked at the white-bearded old man sitting at the main seat in shock.

What kind of expert could make all the swords in the hall tremble with a word?

Was there really such an expert in the world?

"Earth Realm, he must be in the Earth Realm!" The pale Mo Yunteng looked at Mo Yuan and said excitedly.

Those people who had been running in all directions slowly retreated and gathered. They held their swords and looked around warily.

The leaders stared at Mo Yuan, not daring to relax at all.

One word could stop the sword. Such power could be said to be the law. He was definitely an Earth Realm expert.

But how could a small Mo family have an Earth Realm expert?

Were they just going to give up on something they had been planning for a long time?

Even if they didn't give up, so what could they do if there were Earth Realm experts here?

"Didn't you hear what my master said?"

Han Muye took a step forward with the sword 'Destiny' in both hands.

He had to take actions.

In the eyes of outsiders, his Earth Realm cultivation was actually just an empty shell. His cultivation level was only at the Essence Energy cultivation stage, and he was old and weak. It was even a little difficult for him to lift his sword.

Earlier, he had felt the vibration of 'Destiny' in his hand.

It was the weakening of the connection between Mo Yuan and his sword.

The sword Qi condensed on Mo Yuan's body was about to be exhausted.

As Han Muye took a step, the ringing of the swords in the hall disappeared.

The relatives looked at each other, then slowly retreated from the lobby and ran away.

After these people left, the guests in the hall slowly came back to their senses.

It made people feel helpless that a proper wedding banquet had become like this.

However, for the Mo family, a marriage was still a joyous event.

Everyone subconsciously looked at Mo Yuan.

With an Earth Realm expert holding down the fort for the Mo family, in the future, they would not be as simple as being the number one family in Qingmu Town.

A family with an Earth Realm expert could even become the number one family in a radius of hundreds of miles and become an ally of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

In the cultivation world, power always rules.

"You guys don't feel comfortable with me here either," Mo Yuan suddenly said.

"Do you have a back room? I'm a little tired and want to rest."

Mo Yunteng hurriedly bowed. "Yes, Senior, please follow me—"

Mo Yuan waved his hand and said, "No need. Let the two of them bring me there."

Mo Yuan pointed at the red-robed couple.

They both were slightly stunned.

The bride, Miss Sun, was panicking.

She did not know how to deal with the Sun family's act while sending her off. Mo Yucheng, who was beside her, did not know if the wedding banquet would continue. He only held Miss Sun's cold hand.

"Didn't you hear what Great-Grandfather said? Aren't you going?"

Mo Yunteng shouted in a low voice. Mo Yucheng and the bride hurriedly bowed and led Mo Yuan away from the main table to the back room.

"Ahem, everyone, let's continue with the banquet. How about it?" Mo Yunteng's voice came from the hall.

"Of course. Today is a joyous day for the Mo family."

"Yes, we have to interact more with Brother Mo in the future."

…

When they reached the backyard, Mo Yucheng pushed open the room door. Mo Yuan stepped out, then staggered. Han Muye, who was following behind, reached out to support him.

Mo Yuan's face was pale. He turned to look at Han Muye and said anxiously, "Muye, quick, take them out of Qingmu Town and go to the Nine Mystic Sword Sect."

"When those people realise it, no one here will survive."

Mo Yuan's words and current appearance left the two newcomers at a loss.

At this moment, Mo Yuan did not look like an Earth Realm expert at all.

Mo Yuan turned to look at Mo Yucheng and the bride. "I'm your great-grandfather, Mo Yuan. My name should be Mo Lingyang in the family records back then."

Mo Lingyang, Mo Yuan, the patriarch of the Mo family!

Mo Yucheng and the bride stared.

This Myriad Swords elder was his ancestor?

Wasn't his ancestor in the Nine Mystic Sword Sect? Why was he here?

"I don't have the high level of cultivation as you think. Instead, my cultivation and lifespan have been exhausted. I don't have much life left."

Mo Yuan's words made the two of them turn pale.

The foundation of the Mo family depended on their ancestor in the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

If not for this patriarch holding up the family, the Mo family might not even be considered top-notch in Qingmu Town.

"Although I subdued those people just now, if they realise it, they will definitely return."

"This person from the Nine Mystic Sword Sect—" Mo Yuan pointed at Han Muye.

"I'm Han Muye, Master's disciple," Han Muye said frankly.

Mo Yuan did not expect Han Muye to still acknowledge him as his master. He looked at him gratefully and said, "Muye will bring you to the Nine Mystic Sword Sect. At least leave a bloodline inheritance for my Mo family."

Han Muye nodded and looked at Mo Yucheng and the bride. "Come with me."

Then, without hesitation, he turned and walked away.

The Patriarch was not a true expert. Those experts were going to make a comeback!

Mo Yucheng and Miss Sun's faces turned pale.

With those people's cultivation and abilities, no one in the entire Mo Family could stop them!

"Hurry up and leave. Don't stay any longer," Mo Yuan waved his hand and said in a low voice.

Mo Yucheng nodded and led the bride away.

When they walked out of the door, the two of them turned around and knelt before Mo Yuan. They kowtowed three times before quickly following Han Muye.

Watching the three of them leave, Mo Yuan sighed softly and said, "It's good that they're gone. It's good that they're gone…"

He slumped down in front of the table and chair and pressed his hand against the surface. Suddenly, his entire body shook.

Turning slowly, he saw the sword he knew so well on the table.

Han Muye did not take Destiny with him.

With a jolt, he gripped the scabbard and felt the sword Qi surge through his sword.

Not right!

'What is this kid trying to do!' Struggling to get up, Mo Yuan looked at the distant sky.

At this moment, Han Muye had already led Mo Yucheng and the bride outside the Mo residence.

"My master is indeed not an expert of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect. He's just the number one outer sect disciple who hasn't reached the Qi Condensation Realm after 200 years."

Han Muye walked in front, his eyes expressionless.

He had not reached Qi Condensation realm even after 200 years!

Mo Yucheng and the bride did not expect the Mo family's famous patriarch to be so unsuccessful.

"He spent 200 years creating a sword technique."

Han Muye strode forward, an inexplicable aura surging around him.

This aura shocked Mo Yucheng and his wife who were following behind him.

"Today, I'll let you see how talented your ancestor is."

Han Muye spoke lightly, his gaze fixed not far away.

Over there, more than ten figures in green and gray robes rushed over.

"Haha, as expected, they're trying to escape!"

"Quick, surround the Mo family and find the treasure. Then we'll head to the Great Spiritual Sword Sect!"

Other than the ninth son of the Sun family, Sun Luyang, who looked at the bride beside Mo Yucheng with a hint of pity on his face, the others were all filled with murderous intent as they rushed over.

Han Muye stood where he was, one hand behind his back, the other stretched out slowly, two fingers together.

"Sword Qi in the sword, tough or gentle, transforming constantly."

"128,000 sword qi condensed into sword intent. This sword intent can destroy mountains and rivers."

"This is the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords."

"Hum—"

As soon as he finished speaking, sword light rose!

Thousands of sword Qi soared into the sky!