Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Sword Condensing Technique.

Huang Six had obtained the inheritance from the Sword Pavilion Elder.

It was definitely not as good as the Sword Nurturing Technique.

However, this was also the inheritance of the Sword Pavilion. It was an existence that could condense a sword of the Hundred Breath Realm.

Such an inheritance was extremely precious.

If he was discovered to have secretly imparted it to someone else, Huang Six's crime would be unimaginable.

Han Muye glanced at Huang Six and shook his head with a smile. "Brother, you're going to become a deacon of the Sword Pavilion and an elder. Yet you're selling the Sword Condensing Technique for two high-grade spiritual rocks?"

In the mortal world, a single cent could stump a hero.

In the cultivation world, this principle remained.

Two high-grade spiritual rocks were something that most low-level cultivators could not earn in their entire lives.

Those who could afford two high-grade spiritual rocks were those who no longer cared about this bit of wealth.

"I am not selling the Sword Condensing Technique." Huang Six looked at Han Muye solemnly, then said, "I'm afraid I won't be able to repay this favor."

'Unable to repay?'

Han Muye frowned.

At this moment, Huang Six suddenly grinned and said proudly, "Your Sister-in-law has already said that she wants me to accompany her back to Jinyang."

Return to Jinyang? That was Huang Six and Lu Qingping's hometown.

Lu Qingping was willing to go into seclusion with Huang Six?

'She's come round?'

Han Muye nodded and smiled. "Brother, congratulations."

If Lu Qingping really left Clear Wind Temple, that might be a good thing.

After all, Clear Wind Temple had betrayed the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

The wrinkles on Huang Six's face relaxed. He seemed much younger.

"Then Brother Six, your cultivation…" Han Muye asked in a low voice hesitantly.

Huang Six had boldly said that he wanted to enter the Heaven Realm, even if it was the Hundred Breath Realm.

"Cultivation is up to fate."

"What Hundred Breath Realm? It can't compare to the enthusiasm of a wife and children."

Rubbing his chin, Huang Six's toothless mouth curled up.

"When Sister Ping and I leave the mountain, I'll teach you the Sword Condensing Technique."

"Actually, even if I don't teach you, the elders will. You're the most suitable person to take charge of the Sword Pavilion."

Huang Six patted Han Muye's shoulder and returned to the room to take out another small cloth bag.

"I don't think I need these spiritual herbs to increase my lifespan. Keep them."

Lu Qingping had bought these herbs during the day. There was also a section of the Frost Spiritual Bamboo's root that Tang Yunhao had given to Han Muye.

Han Muye wanted to refuse, but after some thought, he accepted it.

These spiritual herbs were not enough to refine pills in Huang Six's hands.

On the other hand, Han Muye still had the main ingredients that Bai Suzhen had given him. He could find some herbs and refine them into pills.

At most, he would just give Huang Six a pill.

Seeing Han Muye take the spiritual herbs, Huang Six returned to the quiet room with a smile.

Han Muye also returned to his quiet room, then lay on the couch in a daze.

Huang Six was about to leave the Sword Pavilion and the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

He was probably the only one left on the first floor of the Sword Pavilion.

It seemed that cultivation was ultimately a lonely journey.

On this route, many people gave up and others turned back.

Han Muye smiled.

He was happy that Huang Six had gotten what he wanted.

"Unfortunately, I came to this world without any attachments…"

Han Muye whispered, his gaze falling on the White Tiger Scroll hanging on the opposite wall.

"No, I still have you guys…"

In his sea of Qi, sword intent trembled gently.

These sword intents seemed to want to transform into sword Qi, penetrate his body, fuse into his dantian, and become a part of his body.

It wasn't just these sword intents. Outside the quiet room, the sword Qi injected into the swords on the first floor of the Sword Pavilion seemed to have sensed Han Muye's emotions and emitted an imperceptible vibration.

At this moment, Han Muye felt inexplicably at ease.

Wasn't cultivation just so that he could feel at ease?

In the morning, Han Muye went to the small courtyard to wash up and practice his swordsmanship. Huang Six had already woken up early and was practising his kicks.

"Brother, slow down. Be careful not to sprain your back," Han Muye teased with a smile.

"Pfft, my waist is in great condition." Huang Six shouted as he punched out. His movements were comparable to Han Muye's swift sword moves.

Han Muye casually waved his sword, and the various sword moves he had comprehended previously were at his fingertips.

Although there was no spiritual energy injected into the sword, it had an indescribable profundity.

The sword vibrated gently. Han Muye took a deep breath and pointed the blade forward.

In his mind, the image of the White Tiger descending the mountain on the wall of the room appeared.

In the small courtyard, wisps of sword intent slowly condensed.

The sword Qi turned into threads, like the endless tiger fur in the painting. Every tiger fur was a sword Qi.

As the sword Qi condensed like rain, the small courtyard suddenly turned cold.

Huang Six, who was kicking, shivered and quickly wrapped his robe tighter.

However, just as Han Muye's sword Qi condensed, it shattered and turned into nothingness.

Sword in hand, he frowned.

He could not condense this sword Qi because his cultivation was not enough.

If he could cultivate sword momentum, he could condense sword Qi in an instant.

After a slight hesitation, he attacked again.

Since the sword Qi outside his body was disobedient, he would use the refined sword Qi in his body.

These sword Qi were obedient and could be gathered after being used.

The scattered sword Qi in his dantian trembled and rushed out through Han Muye's meridians.

These sword Qi were still gentle at first, but as soon as they appeared, they immediately turned cold.

Under Han Muye's command, the sword Qi slowly condensed.

A foot long.

Three inches.

The sword Qi swayed and returned to Han Muye's body.

The white tiger image in his mind also dissipated.

It seemed that understanding and application were two different things.

Tuoba Cheng could condense sword Qi into tiger fur with a soft ink brush.

However, it was difficult for Han Muye to condense a tiger whip, let alone tiger fur.

He had thought too highly of his maximum-level comprehension to grasp the cultivation method of an Earth Realm expert like Tuoba Cheng.

Be it the threads of sword Qi or the White Tiger sword momentum, only Earth Realm experts could master them.

"As expected, cultivation is a tower built on every step."

Han Muye slowly sheathed his sword and muttered.

The sword Qi in his dantian was much more condensed and agile than before.

However, most of the spiritual energy in his dantian had also been consumed.

This was equivalent to the amount of ten supreme-grade Cloud Qi Pills.

"The condensation of sword Qi, the condensation of sword bones, and the condensation of sword silk all depletes a huge amount of spiritual energy."

Han Muye's eyes lit up.

This was the light from spiritual rocks.

When Huang Six turned around, he saw Han Muye's gaze and was slightly stunned.

"Brother Han, what sword technique are you cultivating? Why do you look like a tiger that wants to eat people?"

…

For half day in the morning, no one came to the Sword Pavilion.

In the square in front of the door, Lin Shen waved his sword, looking fierce.

Lu Gao, the guard, was much less careful. He leaned against the door frame and snored softly.

Lin Shen was an inner sect disciple, so it was fine no matter how much trouble he caused. Lu Gao was a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, so he was completely incomparable.

In the afternoon.

"Brother, aren't you going to see Sister-in-law today?"

Han Muye, who was wiping the sword in front of the wooden shelf and collecting sword Qi, asked curiously.

Logically speaking, when they were in the early days of a relationship, a day apart should feel like three years. That day, Huang Six was actually sitting at the long table and not in a hurry at all.

"The sect gathering will begin tomorrow. Sister Ping has to familiarize herself with the sword in her hand and can't be disturbed."

Huang Six shook his head and said.

At this point, he turned to look at Han Muye. "Brother Han, that sect gathering is exciting. You have to go and take a look."

"It's said that there are many young female disciples of the various sects who are extraordinary. You can't miss them."

'Take a look?'

Look at those female disciples at the sect gathering?

'Is that the kind of person I am?'