Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The carriage stopped abruptly. Lu Qingping, who was sitting upright, did not move at all.

"Junior Brother Han, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect is the overlord of a radius of 50,000 kilometers. How can I not have heard of the reputation of the Sword Pavilion's Sword Caretaker?"

xShe sighed and said in a low voice, "Brother Zhenxiong became a Sword Caretaker for the Hundred Breath Realm, right?"

Lu Qingping knew about the Hundred Breath Realm.

That was true. As an inner sect elite of Clear Wind Temple, it was normal for her to have some understanding of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

"Brother has been a Sword Caretaker for seven years in the Sword Pavilion. In three years, he will be a deacon of the Sword Pavilion." Han Muye gently pulled the reins and the carriage slowly moved forward.

"But can he last until he becomes a deacon?" Lu Qingping frowned.

"To be honest, I didn't recognize him when I first met him."

"I wouldn't have recognized him if I hadn't seen his eyes."

Han Muye was not sure if Huang Six could last until he became a deacon of the Sword Pavilion.

Although Huang Six had also cultivated the cultivation technique taught by the Sword Pavilion Elder and should be able to survive.

"Junior Brother Han, there must be a story behind why you're willing to be the Sword Pavilion's Sword Caretaker." Lu Qingping looked at Han Muye's back and said softly.

"But Brother Zhenxiong is really just an ordinary person."

"Can you persuade him?"

"Persuade him to quit this job. Even as a mortal, he can live a few more years."

Lu Qingping's voice was choked with emotion.

"Three years ago, I saw with my own eyes that my junior sister, who came from Jinyang County and cultivated with me, had her neck broken by a demon beast."

"She died in my arms, saying she was missing home."

"She said that if she didn't cultivate, she should have married a husband and have her own children."

"She said it wasn't worth giving up on the human world for the sake of cultivation."

The carriage moved on. There was only silence except for the creaking of the wheels.

Cultivation was not worth it.

Han Muye looked at the vegetation and forest that kept retreating beside him, his eyes flickering.

What if he did not cultivate?

Was the human world worth it?

"Senior Sister Lu, what about you?"

"You should feel Brother's sincerity, right?"

"If he returns to the countryside, will you go with him?"

Han Muye spoke calmly.

No sound came from behind.

Silence. It meant rejection.

The inner sect elites of Clear Wind Temple had already entered the Qi Condensation Realm and had at least 300 years to live.

How could such an immortal cultivator return to the countryside with Huang Six?

In the end, all of this was just Huang Six's wishful thinking.

The carriage moved forward, and the atmosphere was much gloomier.

Fortunately, more than a hundred miles down the mountain, they encountered many cultivators along the way. Some traveled in groups, some carriages rumbled, and some flew on their swords. It was very carefree.

Within a 50-kilometer radius of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, one had to ride a sword.

Han Muye had never seen such a flying sword in the Sword Sect.

As he watched the sword light flash across the sky, Han Muye's eyes lit up.

"After seeing such a scene, how much do you miss the prosperity of the world?" he said softly.

Behind him, Lu Qingping sighed softly.

The market was just a small village. When the carriage stopped, the workers in the market would take care of it.

Han Muye and Lu Qingping walked into the market and saw that it was bustling with people. They were all cultivators.

Some were setting up stalls and shouting with all their might, while others were choosing and bargaining.

These cultivators' auras were mixed, and their style of clothes were diverse. They were not as immortal as they were on the Nine Mystic Mountain.

Han Muye was a little glad. If he hadn't tried his best to sneak into the Nine Mystic Sword Sect and become a partial cultivator, he would probably be the same as these people now.

How could he cultivate properly when he was working so hard just to make a living?

"Senior Sister Lu, what kind of sword do you want to choose?"

Han Muye turned to look at Lu Qingping.

Lu Qingping shook her head and looked around. She pointed at a small attic in front of her.

"Let's go take a look at that pill shop."

'A pill shop?'

Instead of looking for a sword, she was going to a pill shop?

Han Muye did not say anything and followed Lu Qingping into the pill shop.

The shopkeeper of the pill shop greeted them.

Han Muye and Lu Qingping's clothes proved that their identities were extraordinary.

The shopkeeper's eyes lit up.

"Do you have any pills that can increase lifespan?" Lu Qingping asked without waiting for the shopkeeper to ask.

A pill that increased lifespan.

The shopkeeper stiffened.

"Um, lady, how can my shop possibly have such a rare item?" The shopkeeper said softly with a smile.

The Nine Mystic Sword Sect was one of the nine sects of the Western Frontier. It was difficult to find a pill that could increase one's lifespan in the sect. How could the pill shop at the foot of the mountain have it?

Lu Qingping nodded and said softly, "Then, are there any herbs to refine pills that can increase lifespan?"

The shopkeeper pondered for a moment and looked around. Then, he lowered his voice. "Lady, I have two jade lotus branches in my shop."

"This herb is one of the important ingredients for refining lifespan-increasing pills."

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When she walked out of the pill shop, Lu Qingping had a wooden box in her hand.

She bought these two jade lotus branches with 300 spiritual rocks.

Then, the two of them found other pill shops and bought three spiritual herbs needed to refine pills that could increase lifespan.

Lu Qingping had spent more than 2,100 spiritual rocks.

Although he did not know how rich she was, she was still willing to spent generously on Huang Six.

"Let's go see the swords."

After walking out of the last pill shop, Lu Qingping finally heaved a sigh of relief and spoke.

Han Muye nodded.

Previously, Lu Qingping had asked Han Muye to persuade Huang Six not to be a Sword Caretaker, but she would not accompany Huang Six in seclusion, which made Han Muye a little unhappy.

Now that Lu Qingping had bought so many spiritual herbs that could increase one's lifespan, his opinion of her changed slightly.

Lu Qingping would not give up on her cultivation, but she was willing to spend money on spiritual herbs for Huang Six. She still had some feelings for him.

"Let's go take a look at the shops over there." Han Muye pointed at the largest weapon shop in the market.

Lu Qingping looked up and was stunned for a moment. Then, she shook her head and said, "Forget it. A sword doesn't have to be expensive. It's better to be handy."

"There were some stalls selling swords at the corner of the street previously. Let's go take a look. We might be able to find a good sword."

Although Lu Qingping said that, her eyes did not move away from the shop sign.

Han Muye knew that Lu Qingping did not have many spiritual rocks left.

How much savings could an inner sect disciple of Clear Wind Temple have?

If her family was rich, she would have obtained a good sword and didn't have to look for one now.

"Senior Sister Lu, what good swords can there be at a roadside stall?" Han Muye shook his head and looked at the shop in front of him. "You get what you pay for. This saying is common between immortals and mortals."

Lu Qingping wanted to continue speaking, but Han Muye had already strode forward.

"Senior Sister Lu, don't worry. Brother gave me spiritual rocks when I left."

"Today, I must choose a good sword for you."

Han Muye's words made Lu Qingping shake her head slightly.

Brother Zhenxiong was just a sword caretaker. How many spiritual rocks could he have?

What kind of sword could she buy with that little spiritual rocks?

Or could it be that Junior Brother Han was unhappy with her words just now and deliberately tried to save some face for the Sword Caretakers?

It seemed that Junior Brother Han was still too inexperienced.

A cultivator was as careful as a rock.

She followed Han Muye to the rather tall and glorious shop and heard Han Muye shout.

"Take out all your best swords."

"Today, I must choose a good sword for Senior Sister Lu."