Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The Sword Pavilion Elder turned to look at the stunned crowd and said indifferently, "It's been 30 years since I've eaten by this mortal food."

"Sit down."

The Sword Pavilion Elder pointed at the surrounding stools.

Han Muye gave everyone a look and everyone sat down.

The others looked at each other and took their seats.

The Sword Pavilion elder waved his hand and a few wine glasses appeared on the table.

Han Muye quickly got up, picked up the wine bottle, and filled the glasses.

"It's rare for us to sit with you, Elder. Let's toast to you." Han Muye raised his wine glass and said.

In his opinion, this Sword Pavilion Elder was only at the management level of a large company.

Although they usually did not have much to talk about, he was still a human. If they really got along for a long time, they might be able to form some bond.

Perhaps it was because he had not been in the Sword Pavilion and cultivation world for long, so he did not develop huge reverence for high-level cultivators.

Toasting an elder?

Huang Six and the others quickly raised their glasses.

They had never thought of sitting with the Sword Pavilion Elder, let alone being qualified to toast him.

In the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, those who were qualified to toast the Sword Pavilion elders were at least Earth Realm experts.

The Sword Pavilion Elder smiled and raised his glass. He said calmly, "This wine is strong. You guys should drink less."

With that, he finished his glass.

'And he said the wine is strong?'

Han Muye looked at the glass in his hand.

'Is this wine different?'

He brought the glass to his lips and sipped.

It was sweet in the mouth and carried a trace of spiritual energy. It passed through his intestines and entered his abdomen before landing in his dantian. Then, a strange power spread out from his muscles and bones.

This was indeed not ordinary wine. It was a treasure that could stimulate the strength of one's muscles and bones and increase one's lifespan!

Although this enhancement was limited, anything that was related to lifespan was not an ordinary item.

Huang Six and the others had already finished their wine.

After everyone sat down, the Sword Pavilion Elder picked up his bamboo chopsticks and picked up a few meat and vegetable dishes.

"Yes, the dishes in the canteen taste much better."

After trying a few dishes, he said calmly.

"Of course. This is all specially…" Lu Gao, whose face was red after drinking the wine, was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly paused and looked up. Cold sweat broke out on his body as he sobered up.

As a servant disciple, not only did he sit with the elder, but he also dared to speak so loudly in front of the elder!

If the elder was unhappy, wouldn't he lose his job?

He could not lose this job!

Fortunately, the Sword Pavilion Elder did not care about his words. He turned to look at Huang Six.

"Huang Zhenxiong, you've been in the Sword Pavilion for seven years. You'll be a deacon in three years. Are you really leaving?"

Huang Six's face twitched. He turned to look at Lu Qingping beside him, then at Han Muye opposite him.

He took a deep breath and was about to speak when the Sword Pavilion elder waved his hand. "Forget it. I understand your intentions."

Picking up his wine glass, the Sword Pavilion Elder smiled. "Be it on the Nine Mystic Mountain or in the mortal world, it's considered cultivation wherever you cultivate."

"All these years, there are many who came and left the Sword Pavilion. You've been with me the longest."

Huang Six quickly picked up his glass and stood up.

Beside him, Lu Qingping also stood up to accompany him.

The Sword Pavilion Elder drank his wine, stood up, and walked into the Sword Pavilion.

"Hehe, the little Huang Six, who peed his pants out of fright in the Sword Pavilion back then, is about to get married and have children."

These words made Huang Six's face turn red. Lu Qingping's face was also blushing.

"If you cultivate for a long time, your appetite will fade."

"Don't call me when you eat in the future."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Sword Pavilion Elder had already disappeared down the stairs.

These words were obviously directed at Han Muye.

When he left, Lu Gao grabbed the wine bottle on the table.

"No, no, I have to calm my nerves."

Beside him, Lin Shen reached out and pressed his hand down.

"One glass of this wine is fine. If you drink too much, I'm afraid your meridians will explode and you'll die." Lin Shen shook his head and said in a low voice.

Lu Gao's hand jerked in fear as he lowered the bottle.

"Brother Six, this wine should be a gift from the elder." Han Muye pushed the wine bottle in front of Huang Six.

There was still more than half of the wine left in the bottle.

For someone like Huang Six, who had lost his lifespan, half a bottle of wine was indeed a precious gift.

Huang Six nodded, his expression complicated.

The atmosphere at the table became even more gloomy. After some time, everyone dispersed and left.

Huang Six sent Lu Qingping back. Lu Gao sent the table and plates back to the dining hall. Lin Shen sent Lin Yuxia back to the camp.

Han Muye was left alone at the entrance of the Sword Pavilion.

He looked up at the third floor of the Sword Pavilion and understood why the Sword Pavilion Elder had come downstairs for this meal that day.

After cultivating for a long time, his appetite had faded, and so had his relationships.

For him to specially come downstairs to have a drink, it was already extremely rare.

Just as the Sword Pavilion Elder had said, Huang Six had accompanied him the longest.

Shaking his head, Han Muye returned to the quiet room and sat cross-legged. Sword Qi circulated around his body.

In his sea of Qi, the scattered sword Qi began to gather and condense into sword intent.

Over the past few days, he had been constantly collecting and nourishing the sword Qi. He had already collected tens of thousands of scattered sword Qi.

On the second floor of the Sword Pavilion that day, other than two complete sword intents, there were three shattered sword Qi that had failed to condense sword intents.

Now, he had separated the three sword Qi that had yet to condense into sword intent and fused them with the sword Qi of the same attribute. The 128,000 sword Qi condensed into a single wisp and he obtained two more sword intents.

In this way, the total sword intent he had was 12.

Other than the six distributed among the various swords the past few days, there were still six sword intents circulating in his sea of Qi.

So much sword intent was a little unbearable for his body. It was better to transfer it into the sword the next day.

Han Muye now understood that the sword intent in his sea of Qi was too strong. It was difficult for him to refine it quickly, so it could only be consumed.

Now, he had collected them and stored them, so that they could be consumed and guarantee his combat strength.

Whether it was refining pills or unleashing the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords, it could give him a foothold.

The most important thing for him now was to increase his spiritual energy cultivation and temper his muscles and bones. He would use the Sword Nurturing Technique to nurture more of his own sword Qi.

The sword Qi that he nurtured was more obedient and gentle. Moreover, he did not have to worry about the consumption and could condense it repeatedly.

Only when the sword Qi in his dantian turned into sword intent and possessed the qualifications to suppress the other sword intents in his sea of Qi would he be able to soar to another level.

All he needed to do now was cultivate.

The Nine Mystic Sword Sect had countless experts.

He was just a Sword Pavilion's Sword Caretaker. When was it his turn to attack?

With his sword intent circulating, Han Muye began to count his other gains that day.

He had watched Lingjue Sect Qi Mingyuan's sword technique demonstration and obtained two sets of Lingjue Sect's signature sword techniques.

Cloud Severing and Cloud Sweeping.

With the two sets of sword techniques combined with the Prairie Fire Sword Technique, it could transform into a sword momentum that was comparable to a Heaven Realm expert.

For the time being, Han Muye was still unable to use his sword momentum. That day, he had peeked at the secret power of sword momentum and almost injured his soul.

He raised his hand, and one green and one purple sword appeared, quietly floating in front of Han Muye.

These two swords were nurtured by Han Muye every day, and their sword bodies flickered with spiritual light.

He believed that these two swords would one day become spiritual artifacts.

Thinking of spiritual artifacts, a foot-long short sword flew out of his sleeve and spun around him like a crescent moon.

On the second floor of the Sword Pavilion, he obtained eight sets of sword techniques. They were all extremely powerful ones.

Six of them belonged to the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, and one of the other two was the sword technique of the Moon Essence Sword Sect.

The Moon Essence Sword Sect's sword technique used the cold air to simulate the moonlight and turn it into a spinning blade of light.

This was the method of the Sword Immortal Flying Sword.

Looking at the flying sword light, Han Muye reached out with his left hand and held the small sword.

"Slash—"

The sword light reversed and turned into a cold light.

This arc of light was mysterious and strange, and it was extremely agile. The killing intent in it made people shiver.

"What a powerful left-handed sword technique…"

Releasing the short sword, Han Muye said softly.

This Inverted Sword Technique was strange and agile. It was something he had never seen before.

"Brother Han, are you there?"

Huang Six's voice came from the door.