Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

How many years had it been since there were five bell rings on the Nine Mystic Mountain?

"Boom—"

A ten-thousand-foot-long golden sword light broke through the clouds and washed the nine heavens.

"Boom—"

Another green sword Qi transformed into clouds and covered the world.

"Boom—"

The sword light condensed into a huge tree shadow that stood at the peak of the Nine Mystic Mountain.

The might of three Grand Elders!

In an instant, spiritual light exploded within a thousand miles of the Nine Mystic Mountain, and endless sword Qi swept across!

Every one of them was condensed from the sword intent of an Earth Realm expert!

Looking out of the window of the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye could not count how many sword lights were there.

This was the foundation of the Great Sect of Western Frontier!

"The fire lineage elder, Su Yuan, and his accompanying disciples are trapped on Deer Villa Mountain thousands of kilometers away. Requesting Senior Brother Gao Changgong of the Sword Pavilion to rescue them with your sword."

"Three Grand Elders, come out of the Nine Mystic Mountain to receive him."

In the sky, the Sect Master's voice sounded without any emotion.

He had to ride the sword for ten thousand miles.

Han Muye turned to look at the Sword Pavilion elder.

The Sword Pavilion Elder stood up and pointed to the seats behind the long table.

"If I don't return, you sit here."

Without waiting for Han Muye to reply, he rushed out of the third floor window of the Sword Pavilion.

"Yes, Gao Changgong will accept the order."

The Sword Pavilion Elder's voice was soft.

Then his body turned into a blood-colored sword.

The sword light was so dazzling that no one could look at it directly.

The sword light was magnificent and whistled.

As soon as the sword light appeared, it outshone the countless sword lights in the Nine Mystic Mountain.

"Boom—"

With a single sword, he flew 10,000 feet!

All the swords on the Nine Mystic Mountain shook. The drifting sword Qi was absorbed by the blood-colored sword light and turned into a 10,000-foot sword that tore through the sky and headed east!

Three sword lights followed closely behind and flew thousands of miles.

The roar was like thunder, shaking the world.

"Now that's a great cultivator…"

On the third floor of the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye looked up into the distance and muttered softly.

This was the world of a great cultivator!

One day, he would also be able to transform into a sword and travel a thousand miles in one breath!

The Nine Mystic Mountain had not had any actions for many years. Once it took action, the world would collapse!

15 minutes later, all the sword Qi on the Nine Mystic Mountain slowly fell silent.

Looking at the sword still on the wooden shelf, Han Muye turned and walked away.

When he walked downstairs, Huang Six had returned.

However, he sat behind the long table and stared blankly.

"Brother?"

Han Muye's voice woke Huang Six.

"Ah, oh, oh." Huang Six turned his head and looked at Han Muye. His eyes were dazed for a moment before it started moving around.

Without Han Muye asking, he had already forced a smile and spoke in a low voice.

"Sister Ping and the others are participating in the trial mission to kill demons. We won't be able to leave for a while."

"We've agreed to return to Jinyang after the mission."

"It will take at least two or three years. By that time, I'll be able to become a deacon after staying for ten years."

Huang Six's face flushed and his eyes lit up.

"If I remember correctly, as a deacon, I can choose to stay in the Nine Mystic Mountain or be released to guard the mortal world."

"When I become a deacon, I'll apply for a release."

Huang Six's eyes were filled with desire and longing for the future.

"Come on, Brother, quickly wipe your saliva," Han Muye teased with a smile.

"Saliva? No, I've already wiped it…" Huang Six hurriedly rubbed his face with his hands. After rubbing it a few times, he paused and glared at Han Muye.

Han Muye smiled and shook his head, then said in a low voice, "The Sword Pavilion Elder has gone to rescue Elder Su Yuan from the fire lineage ten thousand kilometers away."

"Oh." Huang Six nodded, his expression much more solemn.

"On the Nine Mystic Mountain, the fastest person is probably the Sword Pavilion Elder who could transform into a sword and fly."

"I wonder which faction actually asked the Sword Pavilion Elder to help them out."

Huang Six sighed and lowered his voice. "Although the Sword Pavilion Elder has the power of a Heaven Realm expert, it's only in one strike."

Within a hundred breaths, he could fight against a Heaven Realm.

No one below the Heaven Realm could resist this sword.

No one wanted to face the sword.

But that didn't mean that no one would risk their lives.

A life for a strike.

Thinking of the half pot of wine that the Sword Pavilion Elder had given him, Huang Six's expression was complicated.

The Sword Pavilion Elder was also a Sword Caretaker.

In the Hundred Breath Realm.

After a hundred breaths, he would become a mortal.

Han Muye looked out of the Sword Pavilion and was a little confused.

Only the higher-ups of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect knew which faction had surrounded Elder Su Yuan and the others.

The sword of the Three Qin Sword Sect's elder claimed that Su Yuan's Prairie Fire was a forbidden technique and he would definitely die.

Could it be related to this?

Tuoba Cheng had gone down the mountain. Otherwise, he might have known the reason.

Han Muye only knew Elder Su Liang, who only knew how to refine pills and did not care about anything else.

After thinking about it, he actually did not know who to ask for information.

The sect master knew, but could he ask him?

If he couldn't get any news, he should just wait.

Fortunately, Huang Six was not leaving the mountain for the time being. It was considered good news.

At the entrance of the Sword Pavilion, Lu Gao was still grinning in a daze from being encouraged by the sect master.

Huang Six sat behind the long table, staring blankly from time to time.

Han Muye returned to the quiet room.

In front of him, two jade bottles appeared.

When he opened the small jade bottle, a green-black pill flashed.

Three faint lines intertwined on the pill.

This was a third-grade pill, and it was the rarest third-grade pill that could change one's aptitude.

Holding the pill, Han Muye trembled.

"Don't thank me."

"If you want to thank someone, thank Senior Brother Gao for nurturing you."

This was what the sect master had told him.

That day, the sect master came to the Sword Pavilion to find the elder and asked him to save Elder Su Yuan.

But if it was just a rescue, why did the Sword Pavilion Elder say that he had to break one sword?

He had chosen to sacrifice for the sect.

In exchange for this pill?

It could be, or also not.

But this pill must also be part of the exchange.

Spreading his hands, Han Muye took a deep breath.

What was the point of thinking more?

Could he help an expert like the Sword Pavilion Elder with his own capability?

He had to increase his cultivation and capability!

As the pill entered his mouth, a cold bitterness spread.

The bitterness seeped into his body and began to circulate along his meridians.

Han Muye felt as if a short knife was passing through his meridians.

The pain at this moment was countless times deeper than absorbing the sword Qi into his body.

Was this the pain of changing one's aptitude and changing one's fate?

If that was the case, let it be even more intense!

Gritting his teeth, Han Muye sensed the tearing pain in his meridians that was getting faster and faster.

It really worked!

This speed was much faster than his previous speed of transporting spiritual energy!

A hundred breaths.

The medicinal power had not weakened.

The quality of this pill was even beyond Han Muye's imagination.

It was not until ten minutes later that the medicinal power dissipated.

"Eighth-grade aptitude, or even seventh-grade!"

Feeling the speed and consumption of spiritual energy in his meridians, Han Muye's eyes were filled with joy.

The increase in the speed of spiritual energy moving and the decrease in depletion made him realize the importance of aptitude.

With the same amount of spiritual energy, he could only needed half the time to absorb and transport them.

And the amount of depletion was much lesser than before.

No wonder all the sects valued cultivation aptitude so much.

The amount of resources required by a ninth-grade aptitude were several times that of an eighth-grade aptitude, and dozens or even a hundred times that of a seventh-grade or sixth-grade aptitude.

As for the transportation of spiritual energy, it was too slow and had too much depletion. It would really take countless years to accumulate enough spiritual energy to reach the Foundation Establishment realm.

It was not a lie that a ninth-grade aptitude could not build a foundation in his lifetime.

Fortunately, Han Muye was no longer a ninth-grade aptitude.

"Such a change can happen after my aptitude increases by one or two levels."

"If I can obtain that Golden Lotus Seed and raise my aptitude to the limit, the Heaven Realm won't be the end!"

Han Muye said softly and reached out to open another jade bottle. Five pills were poured out.

A pill that could increase one's cultivation by one level.

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

Could these five pills push his cultivation level to the eighth level?