Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

72 New swords entering the pavilion(Chapter preview)

In the front row, the old man from the Duanhua Sword Sect turned to look at Han Muye with a strange expression.

"Hehe, young friend, you can tell me why you said that Fu Zhou lost unjustly?"

First, he confirmed Qi Tao's strength, and now he said that Fu Zhou had lost unfairly.

Everyone wondered if Han Muye had really seen something, or if he wanted to be sensational?

Han Muye looked at Fu Zhou, reached out for the book, and chuckled. "According to the records, Fu Zhou and Qi Tao's combat strength are indeed comparable. In the battle just now, Fu Zhou also displayed his strength."

These words made the disciples below the stage nod.

Qi Tao had won, but Fu Zhou was not defeated easily.

Fu Zhou looked at Han Muye gratefully.

Han Muye said loudly, "You lost because you were afraid."

Fu Zhou's body trembled. Just as he raised his head, he heard Han Muye say indifferently, "The Duandua Sword Sect is a neighbour to the Suyang Sect and has a very good relationship. I think the tragic state of the Suyang Sect's defeated disciple just now made you afraid."

At this point, Han Muye shook his head, as if he was saying to Fu Zhou, and also as if he was saying to others, but also as if he was saying to himself, "On the path of cultivation, the most taboo thing is to be cautious. If you're not firm in your heart, you'll be afraid. In the end, you won't be able to please both sides."

On the high platform, Fu Zhou's face was pale. He cupped his hands and turned to walk down the stage.

Some of the disciples below the stage nodded slightly, while others were puzzled.

Han Muye's words were really too abstract.

However, it seemed to be a warning to Fu Zhou that his mind at cultivating was not firm.

The old man from the Duanhua Sword Sect looked a little unhappy and turned around.

Han Muye turned to look at Zhao Pu and Tuoba Cheng.

Zhao Pu looked confused. Tuoba Cheng nodded slightly.

Alright.

Han Muye heaved a sigh of relief and sat back down.

From the memories of Qin Yuanhe's sword, the Duanhua Sword Sect was a sect that had joined the Great Spiritual Sword Sect earlier than the Suyang Sect.

The Suyang Sect had been instigated by the Duanhua Sword Sect.

In the battle on the stage just now, Fu Zhou's combat strength was clearly not much inferior to Qi Tao's, but he was timid. After more than ten moves, his sword was hit away by Qi Tao. It was obvious that he had no intention of fighting.

Han Muye guessed that Fu Zhou must have known the sect's choice and knew that the sect had betrayed the Nine Mystic Sword Sect. That was why he was worried about the sword battle.

After all, this was the Nine Mystic Mountain. If the Nine Mystic Sword Sect knew that the Duanhua Sword Sect had betrayed them, none of their people would be able to escape.

Seeing that Fu Zhou's heart was not firm, it might be a breakthrough.

Just now, he had given Tuoba Cheng a reminder by commenting on Fu Zhou.

The Suyang Sect had a good relationship with the Duanhua Sword Sect. It was obvious enough. He also said that Fu Zhou was the swaying to both sides and would end up not pleasing either side. Tuoba Cheng definitely understood.

…

On the platform, two more young men in white robes faced each other.

"Tell us again how this battle will go."

Tuoba Cheng's voice sounded again.

Zhao Pu turned to look at Han Muye with a gloating expression.

This kind of thing was fine if it happened once or twice. Wasn't it tiring to do it too many times?

Han Muye sighed in his heart and opened the book in his hand.

"I guess the Guangyue Sword Sect's Qian Kaishen will lose this battle."

"The disciples of the Suyang Sect have no fighting spirit in this battle. I'm afraid they have no chance of winning."

"Sun Ming of the Sun family in Hefu City has a higher chance of winning this battle."

…

In every battle after that, Han Muye had to present his guesses.

The outcome of every battle was similar to what he had said.

The experts in the front row were already discussing Han Muye's identity in low voices.

Zhao Pu was also confused.

"Clang—"

On the high platform, Lin Yuxia flicked the other party's sword and turned to look in Han Muye's direction.

"Senior Brother Han, tell me, how's my swordsmanship?"

On the stage, Han Muye shook his head and said calmly, "It's good that you won. Your cultivation level is higher than his, and your sword techniques are much more profound. What's there to show off?"

Lin Yuxia blushed. She sheathed her sword and turned to leave.

Han Muye looked at the young man who picked up the sword and was about to leave the stage. He said, "Your sword technique is not worthy of your cultivation talent. If it was a sword technique requiring the equivalent combat strength, you wouldn't lose."

Hearing Han Muye's words, the young man turned around and bowed to Han Muye. He whispered, "Thank you for your guidance, Senior Brother."

This made Lin Yuxia grit her teeth after leaving the stage.

When the sun set, the competition would end.

Tuoba Cheng stood up and looked at Han Muye.

"Zhao Pu said that you comprehended the White Tiger Scroll. Tell me, what did you comprehend?"

These words made Zhao Pu, who had just stood up, tremble and widen his eyes.

Could it be that Master was deliberately using Brother Han to tell him the secret of the White Tiger Scroll?

Han Muye glanced at Zhao Pu and said in a low voice, "I realized that since we want the roaring tiger in the forest, we need to have the strength to suppress all the beasts."

"This White Tiger Scroll is still lacking some capability."

'Lacking some capability!'

Zhao Pu's eyelids twitched.

This was a provocation!

He was dissatisfied with his master's test that day!

Zhao Pu could feel that his master behind him was like a ferocious tiger suppressing its anger, as if it could explode at any moment.

However, before Tuoba Cheng could explode, he heard Tuoba Cheng ask indifferently, "Then tell me, how can it be considered strong?"

Han Muye bowed slightly and said in a low voice, "The tiger has descended the mountain, the wind and clouds have followed, and all beasts have submitted. Uncle-Master still lacks an opportunity."

Tuoba Cheng had contained his sword intent within the White Tiger Scroll for so many years. He was clearly waiting for an opportunity to take a step forward and condense his sword momentum.

However, he did not know when this opportunity would arrive.

Tuoba Cheng narrowed his eyes and looked at Han Muye quietly. After a moment, he chuckled and turned to leave.

"What a pity…"

His voice sounded.

Zhao Pu was confused.

He did not know what his master was feeling pity about.

Han Muye didn't know if it was a pity that Tuoba Cheng didn't have the opportunity, or that Han Muye couldn't become a disciple of the Three Stones House.

Looking up at Han Muye, Zhao Pu said softly nervously, "Brother Han, is the White Tiger Scroll so difficult to comprehend?"

He did not understand a word of Han Muye's conversation with his master, Tuoba Cheng.

This dealt a blow to him, who wanted to comprehend the White Tiger Scroll.

"It's not very difficult, but you might need to switch perspective to understand it." Han Muye shook his head, then smiled and said, "Why don't I tell Senior Brother Zhao the method?"

Zhao Pu's expression changed. In the end, he shook his head. "Let's talk about it later…"

When Han Muye returned to the Sword Pavilion, Huang Six eagerly approached him.

"How is it?"

Han Muye laughed and told him the battle order Zhao Pu had arranged.

When he heard that Zhao Pu had already made arrangements to ensure that Lu Qingping would not lose within the first ten rounds, he heaved a sigh of relief.

"Brother, go have a look these few days. I'll handle the sword caretaking in the Sword Pavilion."

Han Muye patted Huang Six on the shoulder.

Huang Six was about to refuse when Han Muye said in a low voice, "There's a match involving Sister-in-law tomorrow morning."

Huang Six trembled and nodded gently.

He really wanted to watch it.

Han Muye returned to the room and looked up at the White Tiger Scroll, quietly visualizing it.

The tiger's aura in his mind was still monstrous. With just a soft roar, it could make his soul tremble and trigger the sword intent in his Sea of Qi.

When he turned around with a pale face, he realized that although his soul was injured, there was a trace of condensation.

Was this a method to cultivate the soul?

Han Muye felt that it was extremely painful to draw sword Qi into his body using the Sword Nurturing Technique, and his soul was trembling when he visualized the White Tiger Scroll.

Was he cultivating or seeking more pain for himself?

Sitting cross-legged on the wooden couch, he held out his hand.

In his palm, a faint green cold aura rose.

It was a spell.

The cold dissipated and flames rose again.

His greatest gain that day was that he had comprehended so many spells.

Flames, wind, clouds, ice arrows…

He switched between all kinds of spells and finally withdrew them.

"How can a myriad of spells resist a single sword strike?"

Lying on the wooden couch with his eyes closed, Han Muye slowly closed his eyes.

Faint sword Qi circulated around his body.

Unknowingly, there were already more than a hundred sword Qi that could continuously circulate and regenerate in his dantian.