Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

It was indeed for the White Tiger Scroll.

Han Muye guessed that Zhao Pu would be concerned about this.

"Senior Brother Zhao—"

Han Muye was about to speak when Zhao Pu turned around and looked at him with his eyes glowing brightly. He did not seem drunk at all.

"I have been spending a long time at the Demonstration Building and demonstrated low-level body-tempering cultivation techniques everywhere because I wanted to use this opportunity to comprehend cultivation techniques and make a breakthrough."

"No one in Three Stones House is more eager than me to comprehend the secrets in the Hundred Tiger Diagram."

Staring into Han Muye's eyes, Zhao Pu's voice revealed a trace of suppressed emotion.

"I'm the Eldest disciple of Three Stones House."

Indeed, no one valued the inheritance of Three Stones House more than Zhao Pu.

Han Muye could understand how he felt.

Nodding slightly, Han Muye said in a low voice, "Senior Brother Zhao, I can give you the White Tiger Scroll."

In his opinion, the value of the White Tiger Scroll, other than its lethality, was more about the sword Qi and sword momentum condensed on it.

After understanding these two points, the value of the Hundred Tiger Diagram was only at the level of a few sword intents.

What Han Muye did not lack was sword intent.

His words took Zhao Pu by surprise.

Staring at Han Muye, Zhao Pu said in a deep voice, "Really?"

Han Muye smiled and was about to turn around to take the White Tiger Scroll.

"Brother Han, you're very nice." Suddenly, Zhao Pu laughed.

He opened his hand and revealed a smile showing his open-mindedness. "No matter how precious that White Tiger Scroll is, I, Zhao Pu, won't be so thick-skinned as to ask for it."

"Since Master gave it to you, it's yours."

At this point, his expression turned sincere and he said in a low voice, "Brother Han, you know that Master wants to find someone who can comprehend the White Tiger Scroll and entrust it to my Three Stones House."

"It's a pity to lose Senior Brother Lin's comprehension skills back then."

"Actually, ever since you comprehended the Iron Bull Strength cultivation technique, I had the idea of attracting you to join the Three Stones House."

Looking up, Zhao Pu's mountain-like body became even more majestic.

"Who asked me to be the Eldest disciple of Three Stones House?"

"No matter who it is, as long as they can obtain Master's inheritance, I'm happy for them."

"Master has been injured all these years and can't improve his cultivation at all. He can only draw the White Tiger Scroll every day, but he can't find anyone who can inherit his skills. I feel uncomfortable watching that."

He reached out and patted Han Muye on the shoulder.

"Comprehend it well. Don't let Master down."

Then he turned and strode away.

At this moment, his steps were firm and he no longer looked drunk.

Seriously injured, could not improve his cultivation, and wanted to find an heir?

Uncle-Master Tuoba really hid it well…

Han Muye shook his head and shouted behind Zhao Pu, "Senior Brother Zhao, do you really not want the White Tiger Scroll? I've already comprehended most of it."

Comprehended most of it!

Zhao Pu stumbled and almost fell.

He slowly turned around and his gaze landed on Han Muye's face. "Is what you said true?"

Han Muye nodded.

He had no choice. His comprehension was too good.

"Senior Brother Zhao, the White Tiger Scroll isn't very useful to me anymore. Shall I give it to you?"

Han Muye also looked sincere.

Zhao Pu had a good personality and was worth befriending.

"Why don't I tell you the real way to comprehend this White Tiger Scroll—"

Before Han Muye could finish, Zhao Pu raised his hand and said, "Don't!"

Gritting his teeth and clenching his fists, he turned and walked away.

"Damn it, I'll go back and visualize it now. I don't believe that there's such a huge difference in comprehension between people…"

'Was he provoked by him?'

Han Muye smiled and said, "Senior Brother Zhao, you haven't taken the scroll yet."

At the corner of the mountain path, Zhao Pu's gloomy voice sounded, "Master would draw up the White Tiger Scroll every three months. There are many of these things in Three Stones House."

Han Muye froze.

It was not until Zhao Pu had walked far away that Han Muye turned around and walked towards the Sword Pavilion gloomily.

He thought that he had obtained an extraordinary treasure, but it turned out to be a useless thing.

When he reached the stone steps, Lin Shen stood there with his sword.

"Um, Brother Han." A conflicted expression flashed across Lin Shen's face. Then he said in a low voice, "Can you take a look at my sister too?"

During dinner just now, Huang Six had asked Han Muye and Zhao Pu to help Lu Qingping get a good ranking.

Lin Shen wanted to speak, but eventually fell silent.

He could make a request to Han Muye.

But he didn't want to do that to Zhao Pu.

He had his pride.

Han Muye smiled and nodded. "Instructor Lin, don't worry. Isn't your sister my sister?"

"I'll go to the gathering venue tomorrow to take a look and find out about those sect elites."

In any case, helping one person or two were both helping.

He would do him a favor.

Excitement flashed across Lin Shen's face as he nodded heavily.

Some things did not need to be said.

After returning to the room, Han Muye took out the pill furnace that had not been touched for a few days.

He had forgotten to bring back some spiritual herbs from Bai Suzhen that day. At this moment, there were not many spiritual herbs that could be used to refine the Cloud Qi Pill.

A faint sword Qi condensed in his palm. Then, the sword intent in his sea of Qi slowly flowed out and surrounded the pill furnace.

The spiritual herbs were thrown into the pill furnace in a specific order.

A medicinal fragrance rose from the pill furnace.

Han Muye's movements were methodical.

He had only refined three batches of pills and obtained 15 supreme-grade Cloud Qi Pills.

Han Muye discovered that when he refined pills with sword intent, the impurities in the spiritual herbs would be removed, purifying the medicinal effects. Only then could he produce supreme-grade pills in every batch.

However, if the traditional sword cultivators knew that he was using the sword intent that only Earth Realm experts could condense to refine a Qi Condensation realm pill, would they vomit blood?

After refining the pill and retracting his sword intent, Han Muye looked at the pill furnace in front of him.

After refining so many pills, the pill furnace in his hand was already covered in cracks.

Sword intent was good in all aspects, but it would waste many furnaces.

He wondered if Bai Suzhen still had a good pill furnace. He would go get another from her next time.

Putting away the pill furnace, he opened his palm. In his palm were three supreme-grade Cloud Qi Pills.

A supreme-grade pill was worth 5,000 spiritual rocks.

As the Cloud Qi Pill entered his stomach, the surging medicinal power turned into spiritual energy that surged through his meridians.

If not for the fact that his meridians had been tempered by the sword Qi countless times, just the surging and dense spiritual energy could have ruptured his meridians.

As the spiritual energy from the three supreme-grade Cloud Qi Pills entered his dantian, Han Muye's face turned red.

A tearing pain bloomed.

Mo Yuan had once told Han Muye that the happiest thing for cultivators was to have enough spiritual energy in their dantian.

He constantly filled and compressed the spiritual energy. While expanding his dantian, it also increased the concentration of spiritual energy.

"Do you know why those second-generation cultivators all have deep cultivation base at such a young age?"

When Mo Yuan asked this question, there was an indescribable indignation on his face.

"When they first started cultivating, they didn't lack spiritual energy, spiritual rocks, and pills."

"We low-level disciples can't even fill our dantian with our spiritual rocks. Whereas those second-generation cultivators enjoy the feeling of their dantian being torn apart every day."

"It's really a case of the hungry starving and the full being bloated."

Han Muye, who was sitting cross-legged and circulating his energy, was a little curious. If Mo Yuan knew that he was using the cultivation method the he resented to cultivate, what would he think?

Although Han Muye also despised the cultivation method of the second generation cultivators, he felt that it would be a fool not to use spiritual rocks and pills if he had them.

"Hum—"

With a faint vibration, his dantian expanded a little.

His spiritual energy cultivation was at the peak of the third level of the Essence Energy Cultivation Realm.

His body tempering cultivation was at the third level of the Essence Cultivating Realm.

His sword cultivation was very strong.

He felt that he could withstand more sword Qi.

The depletion of his lifespan also decreased slightly.

He could control more power now.

He felt more at ease.

…

The next morning, Han Muye specially put on the new clothes that Huang Six had gone to collect the day before.

"Sigh, your appearance is indeed not an embarrassment to us as Sword Pavilion's Sword Caretakers," Huang Six muttered. Then he waved his hand and said, "Go, go. I'll watch here."

Han Muye walked out of the Sword Pavilion with a smile.

"Dong—"

In the distance, a bell rang and a clamor rose.

The sect gathering had begun.

Han Muye was in no hurry. He strolled slowly towards the venue.

For such a gathering, the first two hours would probably be filled with all kinds of speeches from the leaders. It was a headache to listen to.

He had only taken a few steps when he froze and looked up.

"Boom—"

A bolt of lightning exploded.

"The first match, Three Yuan Dao Sect's Zuo Yun wins—"

Cheers spread.

'The gathering was that straightforward?'

Shaking his head, Han Muye quickened his pace.

"It seems that I was shallow."