Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

"It's Senior Brother Han!"

"Senior Brother Han is here!"

Jiang Han.

Zhao Youzhi.

Tang Ming.

…

Han Muye walked over with a smile and stretched out his hand. "It's such a big victory today. Why don't you have any wine?"

"Yes! There's wine!" Sun Dayong rubbed his hands and turned around to take out a small wine jar.

"Sun Dayong, you said that you had finished drinking yesterday!" Jiang Han scolded, but his face was filled with smiles.

"Senior Brother Han, why are you here?" Zhao Youzhi looked at Han Muye and asked softly.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone froze.

Tang Ming, who was standing at the side, sighed and said in a low voice, "Senior Brother Han is here for the Sword Pavilion Elder, right?"

Sword Pavilion Elder.

That day, everyone was shocked by the might of the Sword Pavilion Elder's sword.

However, this sword was condensed by the lifetime cultivation of the Sword Pavilion Elder.

From then on, the Sword Pavilion Elder would become an old mortal.

Everyone looked at each other and the atmosphere instantly darkened.

Han Muye stepped forward and laughed. He took the wine jar from Sun Dayong's hand.

"As a sword cultivator, I only hope that I can kill the Supreme Elder of the Great Spiritual Sword Sect with one strike. It was worth it."

"Isn't this the reason why the Sword Pavilion's Sword Caretaker cultivated for 60 years?"

He raised the wine pot and gestured to everyone. "Today's great victory should be celebrated."

With that, he raised his head, raised the wine jar, took a big gulp, and handed it forward.

Someone took it and took a swig.

Hands reached out, took the wine jar, and took a long sip.

After the wine jar was passed for a round, it was empty.

"No more wine?"

"I have more."

"I have more."

"Damn it, you're all hiding so well."

…

When Han Muye woke up, he was already in the carriage.

He tried his best to recall. He only remembered drinking with a group of Nine Mystic Sword Sect disciples and bragging.

He seemed to have also demonstrated the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords that Mo Yuan had taught him. He shouted that he would create a Great Dao path for ordinary sword cultivators in the world.

"Are you awake?"

"Your Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords was really powerful last night. It almost split half of Deer Park Mountain."

The gentle voice of the Sword Pavilion Elder sounded. Then, Han Muye trembled and sat up.

"Here, this is from Mo Yuan."

"He went to the East Sea. He said he would definitely return within a hundred years."

The Sword Pavilion Elder extended his hand. In his palm was a dark ring.

A space ring.

Two spiritual weapons and 300,000 spiritual rocks.

All kinds of spiritual materials and spiritual herbs occupied about three feet of space inside.

The space in the ring was only five feet in total.

With his divine sense, he could take out the things in the ring.

"I've taken a look for you. Everything is worth a million spiritual rocks."

"Kid, your current wealth is richer than most of the elders on the Nine Mystic Mountain."

There was a hint of sigh in the Sword Pavilion elder's voice.

There were not many elders on the Nine Mystic Mountain who were as strong as Mo Yuan in terms of cultivation and combat strength. There were even fewer who could exterminate a whole sect.

Mo Yuan was probably the one who gained the most from wiping out the Three Qin Sword Sect.

Sitting up straight and looking out of the carriage, Han Muye was a little dejected.

He had been in too much of an emotional mess the previous night and had really drunk too much. He had actually missed the chance to see Master Mo Yuan off.

As the carriage moved forward, Han Muye studied the ring on his hand. From time to time, the Sword Pavilion Elder would teach him how to use his divine sense to place items and take them out.

According to the Sword Pavilion Elder, one could put their personal belongings in the ring, but the sword for handy use should not be placed in it.

A grand cultivator had the ability to affect the power of space.

Moreover, in a battle between sword cultivators, life and death were decided in an instant. If he scattered his divine sense to retrieve the sword from the ring, he would be courting death.

"Comprehend Mo Yuan's Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords properly. If you can slash out with the sword of the soul." A trace of longing flashed across the Sword Pavilion Elder's face as he said in a low voice, "Perhaps you can even injure a Heaven Realm expert."

Using the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords Technique to activate the sword of the soul.

Han Muye nodded.

He had deduced that it was feasible.

On the way, disciples updated them with information from time to time.

The outcome of the battle at Deer Park Mountain spread much faster than their advance.

They had only traveled a few hundred kilometers when the sect masters and elders of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect had already come to welcome the Sword Pavilion elder.

"The Sunset Cloud Sword Sect's Zheng Changhe greets Elder Gao of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect's Sword Pavilion."

"Elder's might has killed a half-step Heaven Realm expert with a single sword strike. The world is shaken because of it."

The green-robed Daoist standing in front of the carriage had a fawning expression, and the disciples behind him had faces of respect.

This was the fifth wave of such welcoming parties.

"Sect Master Zheng is too polite."

"We still have to rush back to the Sword Pavilion, so we won't stay any longer."

"Sect Master Zheng, if you are willing to, you can lead your disciples to help our Sword Sect's Elder Su Yuan eliminate the rebels."

The Sword Pavilion elder spoke calmly, his voice filled with authority.

Zheng Changhe hurriedly bowed and agreed to it.

Along the way, the sect came to visit to express their attitude. They did not really intend to befriend the Sword Pavilion elder.

Half an hour later, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect convoy continued forward.

Apart from a few people who were sitting in the carriages, most of them were loaded with treasures obtained from the Three Qin Sword Sect.

This was the foundation of the sect.

The carriage and the warhorses were both enhanced with array talismans, allowing them to advance rapidly.

At noon, an urgent report came from a disciple.

It was a piece of shocking news.

The Great Spiritual Sword Sect and the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect had merged.

The two Grand Elders of the Great Spiritual Sword Sect became the Grand Elders of the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect, and all the disciples joined the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect.

The original Sect Master of the Great Spiritual Sword Sect and a few Earth Realm elders had disappeared.

In the carriage, the Sword Pavilion Elder's expression was calm as he said in a low voice, "What a good way to put 'disappeared'…"

Was it possible for the sect master of the Great Spiritual Sword Sect, one of the nine sects of the Western Frontier, to disappear without a trace?

"Is this why Mu Tieyang risked his life to fight the merger of the Great Spiritual Sword Sect and the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect?" Han Muye looked at the Sword Pavilion Elder and asked.

The Sword Pavilion elder shook his head and nodded.

"If not for the calamity, the Great Spiritual Sword Sect and Mu Tieyang wouldn't have made such a choice."

The calamity of destruction.

Was it the same as the Nine Mystic Sword Sect's decision this time?

The Nine Mystic Sword Sect was about to end its 10,000-year period of suppressing the demon, so what calamity was the Great Spiritual Sword Sect about to face?

Han Muye recalled what Mu Tieyang's remnant soul had said. If he could survive under the sword of the Sword Pavilion Elder, he could prevent the Great Spiritual Sword Sect from being annexed.

Unfortunately, he was dead.

"Full speed ahead!"

At this moment, the Sword Pavilion Elder suddenly shouted.

The entire convoy accelerated.

"The first thing the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect did after annexing the Great Spiritual Sword Sect was probably to avenge Mu Tieyang." The Sword Pavilion Elder narrowed his eyes and looked at Han Muye, who was sitting in front of him.

The Wind Spiritual Sword Sect had to appease its people.

The best way was to avenge Mu Tieyang and kill the Nine Mystic Sword Sect's Sword Pavilion Elder, Gao Changgong.

"Kid, remember to save your life."

A strange aura gathered on the Sword Pavilion Elder's body as he looked into the distance.

The nine sects of the Western Frontier directly became the eight sects, and the four major sword sects also lost one sect.

Such a major event was completed with a single strike from the Sword Pavilion Elder.

It was only at this moment that Han Muye deeply felt the importance of a great cultivator.

Every word and action of these cultivators concerned the entire Western Frontier.

The survival of countless people depended on their thoughts.

In the carriage, Han Muye reached out and grabbed the hilt of the broken sword hidden in his sleeve.

Sword Qi quietly poured into the sword.

After a few breaths, Mu Tieyang's remnant soul condensed in his divine spot.

Han Muye said directly, "The Great Spiritual Sword Sect and the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect have merged."

The remnant soul that had just condensed was stunned. It stood there with a trace of shock on its face, then a sad expression that was difficult to hide.

"As expected…"

"Might as well, might as well."

Mu Tieyang muttered to himself and lowered his head.

"The Sect Master and several Earth Realm elders of the Great Spiritual Sword Sect are missing," Han Muye said again.