Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Han Muye stood there and ignored him.

The last time Cao Pei came, he could directly chase him away.

This time, the Sword Pavilion elder was not around.

Han Muye suspected that this old man from the Cao family had deliberately come because he knew that the Sword Pavilion elder was not around.

Seeing that his words were ignored by Han Muye, the young man became even angrier.

"Today, my Cao family's elder personally came to deliver the sword. If you don't verify it, your Sword Pavilion can forget about obtaining another sword from my Cao family in the future."

The young man took a step forward and pointed at Han Muye.

Huang Six's smile faded and he slowly straightened his body.

He looked at Cao Anchun, who had his hands behind his back, and then at the group of young men holding swords behind him.

"Master Cao, are you really sending us this sword?" Huang Six's expression turned solemn.

Since the Sword Pavilion Elder was not around, he should be at the front.

Cao Anchun nodded and looked at Han Muye on the steps. "We will hand it over after you've checked it."

Han Muye also squinted at the wooden boxes being carried.

Even through the wooden box, he could feel the rich sword Qi.

This amount of sword Qi indicated that every sword was a precious item.

It also meant that these swords were powerful, and the sword Qi was vigorous.

Last time, the Three Qin Sword Sect's signature sword was a middle-grade spiritual artifact. The Sword Pavilion Elder said that neither Han Muye nor Huang Six could withstand it.

Were there any swords of that level in front of them?

The girl standing beside Cao Anchun looked at Han Muye and said in a low voice, "Senior Brother, our Cao family relies on refining weapons for a living. Swords are our face and our lifeline."

"The Nine Mystic Sword Sect refunding our Cao Family's sword is equivalent to slapping my Cao Family's face and cutting off our lifeline."

The girl's expression was also solemn. She looked at Han Muye and lowered her voice. "Today, if you can admit your mistake in front of my grandfather and give my Cao family justice, this matter can pass."

"Your position as the Sword Pavilion's Sword Caretaker can also be saved."

Admit his mistake.

He had to admit that he had been mistaken.

Han Muye smiled.

It wasn't difficult for him to admit his mistake.

But he was representing the Sword Pavilion now…

Just as Han Muye was about to speak, Huang Six's voice sounded. "This must be Miss Cao's granddaughter. I heard that Miss Sun is a refining genius and the most dazzling pearl of the Cao family."

Huang Six glanced at Han Muye and shook his head. Then he walked to the center of the stone steps and raised his hand. "Miss Cao, you should know that if your Cao family wants face, my Sword Pavilion also wants it."

With that, he looked at Cao Anchun in front of him, cupped his hands, and said indifferently, "Since the Cao family has sent a sword, I, Huang Zhenxiong, will welcome it into the pavilion."

"Hand over the sword."

Cao Anchun narrowed his eyes at Huang Six and waved his hand.

Cao Pei, who was standing behind him, walked forward with the wooden box.

"Brother, take it easy…" Cao Pei glanced at Huang Six and said softly.

Huang Six grinned and reached out to open the wooden box in front of him.

The wooden box was opened, and a sharp sword Qi instantly burst out.

The cold sword Qi seemed to chill the surrounding air.

"Good sword."

Huang Six's eyes flashed. He took a deep breath, then reached out and slowly held the sword in front of him.

This sword looked ancient and magnificent. It was bronze in color, and there were faint cloud patterns on the scabbard.

Huang Six held the sword and his body trembled.

"No matter how lousy a sword refined with Cold Ice Stone is, it can still be made into a calming ornament."

Huang Six spoke calmly, then placed his hand on the hilt of his sword and gripped it tightly.

At this moment, a strange aura rose from his body.

Sword Condensing Technique!

"Hum—"

All the swords in a 30-foot radius vibrated softly.

The swords in the wooden box seemed about to jump out.

Cao Anchun looked at Huang Six and said in a low voice, "You're quite a rare Sword Caretaker. No wonder Senior Brother Gao can hand over in peace."

Huang Six looked at him and laughed softly. Then he exerted strength using his fingers.

"Clang—"

The sword was slowly unsheathed.

Cold air filled the air.

"It seems that not only did they use the Cold Ice Stone during the tempering, but they also used the thousand-year ice water nine times during the tempering."

The cold aura emitted by the sword covered the back of Huang Six's hand with frost. His expression did not change as he pulled the sword out of the scabbard.

"Hum—"

The sword shook, and he slowly released his palm.

The sword hung quietly in front of him, green light flowing on it.

Han Muye remembered what Huang Six had told him about the cultivation method of the Sword Condensing Technique.

Concentrate on the sword.

Allow the soul to control the sword.

No wonder Huang Six could be a Sword Caretaker in the Sword Pavilion for seven years.

His soul power could already control swords.

With such methods and a good sword, it was easier to challenge someone above his level than to drink water.

The expressions of Cao Anchun and the young man and woman beside him changed slightly.

They were all swordsmen, so they naturally knew what this technique meant.

Huang Six turned around and grinned at the young man who had pointed at Han Muye. "Kid, do you know that a Sword Caretaker like me who had lived for a long time can slaughter you like a chicken?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword moved!

"Swoosh—"

The sword that no one had grasped flashed and brushed past the young man's neck, bringing with it a few severed strands of hair and a trail of blood.

"Clang—"

He sheathed the sword.

Huang Six put the sword back and said calmly, "A high-quality mortal weapon."

The young man beside Cao Anchun was pale. He reached out to touch his neck, his fingers trembling.

"Why are you trembling?" Huang Six said coldly, "Do you think I will kill you in front of your old man?"

"That's all you've got."

After saying that, he turned to look at Cao Anchun with a smile. "Patriarch Cao, it's not that I want to say this, but your Cao family's Miss Sun's temperament and talent are not bad. She will definitely become successful in the future."

The expression of the girl standing beside Cao Anchun did not change at all.

Cao Anchun said nothing and waved his hand again.

Another sword was brought to Huang Six.

Huang Six chuckled and grabbed the sword.

The fiery sword Qi stirred his fluffy white hair, causing his hand that was holding the sword to turn pale.

He flicked his finger and the sword vibrated.

Huang Six closed his eyes, his aura enveloping the sword.

"Impressive. This sword is already a high-grade semi-spiritual artifact. It's almost qualified to be sent to the second floor of the Sword Pavilion."

He opened his eyes, and the divine light in them was deep, but his face became paler.

"Again."

He sheathed the sword and shouted.

Another wooden box was brought to Huang Six.

"Brother, forget it. You won't be able to withstand it." Cao Pei whispered.

Huang Six narrowed his eyes and looked at the head of the Cao family, who had remained silent.

"Hehe, the Sword Pavilion's Sword Caretaker can't withstand everything. The only thing he can withstand is the sword."

Opening the wooden box, Huang Six reached for the green sheathed sword.

"Brother, let me do it."

At this moment, Han Muye, who had been silent, took a step forward and stood in front of Huang Six.

Huang Six shook his head and said in a low voice, "It's fine. I can still hold on. At most, I'll go back and sleep for two days after I'm done."

With that, he reached for the sword.

Han Muye stopped his arm, then looked at the swords in front of him and said calmly, "If I'm not wrong, I returned all six swords here, right?"

"I'm also curious about what method you used to turn a few useless swords into treasures."

Then his hand closed on the hilt of the green sheathed sword.