Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 110: June 6, drying the swords

Bai Suzhen knew a lot of things. She had a different position from the elders of the Sword Pavilion, so she shared quite different views.

Han Muye listened and thought himself.

The Southern Wasteland’s invasion of the Western Frontier was a dangerous situation for the various large sects.

However, to many small sects and many experts below the Core Formation realm, it was a chance to rise.

It was just like how the Nine Mystic Sword Sect fought with the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect. It was inevitable for low-level disciples to be injured. Among them, there would definitely be many who killed their way out and became experts.

“Senior Brother Han, you have to recover quickly.”

Bai Suzhen looked at Han Muye as if she was looking at a pile of supreme-grade spiritual rocks, her eyes shining.

“Within three months, the various sects will send experts to Fengshou Mountain to guard it. The low-level disciples will be allowed to cultivate freely.”

“The price of pills at the Essence Energy and Qi Condensation stages has increased by 30%.”

Lowering her voice, Bai Suzhen could not hide her joy. “The price of a supreme-grade pill has increased by at least 50%, and it’s still in short supply.”

Actually, there was always a shortage of supreme-grade pills.

However, with the war imminent, the demand was indeed greater.

Han Muye also wanted to refine pills, but his soul was temporarily affected and empty, so he could not support the requirements for refining pills.

“Medicinal pills to replenish the soul…” Bai Suzhen frowned and said softly,” I’ll think of a way to help you find one or two. ”

Bai Suzhen was really generous. She even had a way to look for such pills.

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After Bai Suzhen left, Han Muye returned to the Sword Pavilion.

“Brother Han, this Storeowner Bai is really concerned about you.” Huang Six stood in front of the stone steps with his hands behind his back, as if he had seen through everything.

“However, you have to know that you’re the only successor of the Sword Pavilion now. Behind you are two elders. You have to place huge importance on your status.”

Han Muye recalled how Huang Six had tried to matchmake him and Mu Wan.

This fellow did not even have the courage to confess to Lu Qingping. But when it came to other people’s matters, he acted like he made a lot of sense.

“Brother, hasn’t Sister-in-law sent any letters recently?” Han Muye looked up and asked.

Huang Six stiffened.

Han Muye walked over with a smile and asked in a low voice, “Brother, you’ve exhausted your Sword Qi from condensing a sword. Do you still want to cultivate?”

This question made Huang Six’s expression change.

Finally, he shook his head.

“I’ll just live peacefully for three years and be an external deacon. The inheritance of the Sword Pavilion is enough with you around.”

“When your eldest nephew grows up, I’ll let him become your disciple and you can teach him cultivation.”

Huang Six’s eyes shone brightly.

Many cultivators in the world did not have this glow in their eyes.

With Huang Six and the others guarding the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye naturally went to the quiet room to rest.

Back in the quiet room, Han Muye sat cross-legged, a faint sword Qi surging on his body.

Mystic Sun Technique.

His soul, body, and sword Qi were mobilized at the same time. He tempered his bones, condensed his sword bones, absorbed the sword Qi, and tamed it.

The sword Qi around Han Muye was completely insufficient. The sword Qi in his sea of Qi flowed rapidly and entered his dantian.

When he was cultivating the Sword Nurturing Technique, the pain of absorbing sword Qi into his body was indescribable. Now that he had transformed it into the Mystic Sun Technique, the pain was long gone.

This was how cultivation should be.

What kind of cultivation relied on self-abuse?

This time, Han Muye spent nearly three days cultivating.

A total of one high-grade spiritual rock and 3,000 wisps of sword Qi were used.

In the past three days, he had mastered the Mystic Sun Technique. A thousand gentle sword Qi had condensed in his dantian, and a jade-colored sword bone had condensed in his body. In his divine spot, another trace of soul sword Qi had condensed.

The Mystic Sun Technique cultivated in all three techniques and increased his strength and balanced it. It could also stabilize his body and the spiritual energy in his dantian to increase his cultivation speed.

At this moment, Han Muye was finally about to step into the seventh level of Essence Energy Cultivation Realm.

He still had a supreme-grade Essence Energy Nurturing Pill and a fine-quality one. When he stepped into the seventh level of the Essence Energy Cultivation Realm, he was prepared to consume these two pills and see if he could directly advance his cultivation to the ninth level of the Essence Energy Cultivation Realm.

Indeed, cultivation was a resource-consuming thing.

Not to mention ordinary Essence Energy cultivators, how many second-generation cultivators in the sect could spend a high-grade spiritual rock on one cultivation?

As for those sword Qi, they were not easy to find elsewhere. They had to be nurtured all year round before they could be collected.

Even Sect Master Jin Ze could not afford to waste his sword Qi on cultivation like Han Muye.

When he walked out of the quiet room and arrived at the door of the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye was slightly stunned.

At the entrance of the Sword Pavilion, an old man stood beside the elders and Patriarch Tao Ran. He was the head of the Cao family, Cao Anchun.

However, Cao Anchun only had one arm left.

His right arm was broken.

“Little friend Han.” Cao Anchun turned to look at Han Muye. Seeing Han Muye look at his broken arm, he smiled and said, “Little friend, I brought Xiao’e here and was about to ask you for guidance on body tempering techniques.”

At the bottom of the stone steps, the eldest granddaughter of the Cao family, Cao E, who had lost a lot of weight, bowed slightly to Han Muye. The Cao family had also suffered a huge calamity this time.

Cao Anchun had lost an arm and his grandson had been kidnapped. His whereabouts were still unknown.

The Nine Mystic Sword Sect was also embarrassed by this matter.

After all, the Cao family had always been a hardcore supporter of the Sword Sect. They had been providing swords for the Sword Sect for generations.

Han Muye cupped his fists at Cao Anchun and nodded at Cao E with a smile.

This was the difference between a large faction and a small family.

Even if the Cao family was a weapon refining family, they were still a vassal of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

Cao Anchun had lost his arm and the Cao family had suffered. Even though he knew that it was because of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, he did not dare to have any complaints about it.

On the contrary, because of his broken arm, Cao Anchun was worried that the Nine Mystic Sword Sect would abandon the Cao family.

He had sent Cao E to look for Han Muye to deduce the Iron Bull Strength and come to the Sword Pavilion to catch up with Patriarch Tao Ran and the Sword Pavilion elders to build a good relationship.

Cao E was practicing her fist technique on the limestone square in front of the Sword Pavilion. Green bull shadows appeared behind her.

She already had the Power of Five Bulls, which was already rare.

It could be seen that Miss Cao’s aptitude for cultivation was really not bad.

After finishing a set of fist techniques, Cao E bowed and waited for Han Muye’s comment.

“Miss Cao’s aptitude for comprehension is very good. To be able to cultivate the Power of Five Bulls in such a short time is rare on the Nine Mystic Mountain.”

Han Muye had already become familiar with providing feedback since the last sect gathering.

As expected, Cao Anchun and Cao E’s expressions eased a little.

“With Miss Cao’s comprehension ability, if you cultivate this Iron Bull Strength for another half a year, you might be able to reach the eighth level of the Essence Energy Cultivation Realm and the strength of eight bulls.”

Cao E had previously cultivated the Cao family’s body-tempering technique. That body-tempering technique was not great, but her foundation in body-tempering was not bad.

According to Han Muye’s calculations, it wouldn’t take long for Cao E to cultivate to the strength of eight bulls.

“Little Friend Han, do you mean that it’s still difficult for Xiao’e to reach the strength of nine bulls?” Cao Anchun was experienced after all and instantly understood what Han Muye meant.

Hearing Cao Anchun’s reminder, Cao E’s face stiffened.

“Actually, it’s not a big deal. Miss Cao, if you train on your lower body’s stability more, you should be able to cultivate the Power of Nine Bulls in about a year.” Han Muye’s evaluation was extremely tactful.

This made Cao Anchun and Cao E heave a sigh of relief.

It was not that she had to cultivate the Power of Nine Bulls, but if she could reach the Power of Nine Bulls, it meant that she had cultivated this cultivation technique correctly. In the future, the Cao family’s skill inheritance would also be more profound.

Cao Anchun sent Han Muye, Patriarch Tao Ran and the Sword Pavilion Elder an invitation to the Cao residence before leading Cao E down the mountain.

After they left, Patriarch Tao Ran turned to look at the Sword Pavilion Elder beside him and said, “Changgong, can you tell anything from this body tempering technique?”

Hearing his words, Gao Changgong nodded and said, “It seems to be a military body-tempering technique from the dynasty in the Central Continent.”

“It’s just that the Central Continent Body Tempering Technique’s inheritance system is strict, unlike this Iron Bull Strength that only has the strength of nine bulls.”

Central Continent.

That was the place with the strongest strength and most powerful cultivators in the cultivation world.

The Heavenly Mystic World spanned countless kilometers and had countless cultivators.

However, the publicly acknowledged place of cultivation was the Central Continent.

In the other four regions, even the East Sea, which was known to be filled with sword cultivators, was not qualified to be compared to the Central Continent.

The Central Continent was rich in resources and prosperous in cultivation. It did not have much interaction with the four regions.

To head to the Central Continent from the Western Frontier, one had to pass through the vast plains. It was dangerous. Even Earth Realm Core Formation cultivators might not be able to return.

In the past, cultivators from the Central Continent had come to the Western Frontier. They only felt that the Western Frontier was desolate and the spiritual energy was insufficient. They did not even leave behind much inheritance and left directly.

After getting used to living in the Central Continent, everything outside the Central Continent was a wasteland.

Han Muye did not expect this Iron Bull Strength to be related to the Central Continent’s Body Tempering Technique.

He told the two elders how Zhao Pu had obtained the Iron Bull Strength and some other possible secrets.

“In that case, that mysterious ruin might really have been left behind by a Central Continent cultivator.”

Patriarch Tao Ran nodded and looked at Han Muye. “I’ve traveled to the Western Frontier and encountered a few mysterious ruins. When I have the chance, I’ll bring you there to explore.”

“Cultivation isn’t about blindly cultivating.”

At this point, he turned to look at Huang Six. “Huang Zhenxiong is not bad. He’s not arrogant or rash. He’s even prepared to cultivate his heart in the mortal world. If he has an epiphany in the future, his future will be limitless.”

Huang Six grinned, then closed it again.

It sounded to be compliments. But it just didn’t sound right.

Han Muye looked at Huang Six, then at Patriarch Tao Ran.

This old man didn’t seem to be dependable.

There was something wrong with his judgement.

More than a month after he woke up, Han Muye spent most of his time cultivating in the quiet room.

This was the most peaceful time he had had since he started cultivating.

Every day at mealtime, there would naturally be good wine and meat. There was also the Sword Pavilion Elder and Patriarch Tao Ran talking about cultivation stories and all kinds of cultivation matters that he had never heard of.

Usually, when disciples came to receive swords, they would offer quite a lot of money. Huang Six and Gao Xiaoxuan took them and would always give Han Muye a share.

In a month, Han Muye had collected nearly 2,000 spiritual rocks.

Huang Six said proudly that when the selected disciples to go to Fengshou Mountain came to receive their swords, they would be able to obtain more money.

He was already wondering if he should build a large courtyard or a store when he returned to Jin Yang.

He really looked like a rich tycoon.

In a month, Han Muye finally stepped into the ninth level of the Essence Energy Cultivation Realm. His body had long reached the peak of the Essence Energy Cultivation Realm, and he had deduced several subsequent cultivation techniques of the Iron Bull Strength. When he broke through to the Qi Condensation Realm, he could cultivate them.

His Mystic Sun Technique could also be considered to have made some progress. More than 30,000 sword Qi gathered in his dantian.

For these 30,000 sword Qi, he had spent more than several times the sword Qi he had gathered.

But it was worth it.

The 30,000 sword Qi in his dantian could be reused. As long as a trace of seed was left, it could be nurtured and reborn.

It was unlike the sword Qi and sword intent that he had absorbed in his sea of Qi previously. If they were used up, they would really be gone.

In Han Muye’s divine spot, the sword Qi condensed by his soul was much thicker, circling in his divine spot.

These sword Qi could stabilize his soul and be used for condensation, making his soul power stronger.

June was like fire. It was already extremely hot outside the Sword Pavilion, but it was still cool inside.

Han Muye and Huang Six stood side by side, while Gao Xiaoxuan stood behind them.

Lu Gao and Lin Shen stood outside the Sword Pavilion.

In front of them, the Sword Pavilion elder looked solemn.

“We sword cultivators should be filled with respect for the swords in our hands.”

“Swords aren’t just killing weapons. They’re partners we rely on.”

The Sword Pavilion Elder’s words made Lu Gao, who was standing at the door, press his hand to his chest. Beside him, Lin Shen tightened the sword on his back.

“The rules of the Sword Pavilion. On June 6, dry the swords.”