Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1844: Ten Years of Sword Sharpening, Sword Sharpening Cliff (2)

Chapter 1844: Ten Years of Sword Sharpening, Sword Sharpening Cliff (2)....
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Just as he extended his palm, a long sword had already unsheathed with a clang, stabbing directly towards him.
The sword was too fast; before he could retract his hand, it had already pierced through his body.
The long sword pierced through his heart.
One stab through the heart!
“Can you feel your own sword?” Han Muye slowly let go of the sword and spoke softly.
His heart had been pierced, ensuring his death.
Zhu Xuyuan reached out to grasp the sword blade, his gaze slowly falling on the long sword embedded in his chest.
He had practiced with this sword countless times, polished it numerous times.
But he had never looked at it so earnestly before.
He stared at the sword. For the first time, he felt a faint emotion emanating from its blade.
“You, you killed my Senior Brother of the Yunming Sword Sect!
“You have a death wish!”
The two disciples on duty turned pale, swiftly drew their swords, and lunged at Han Muye.
However, before they could strike, a flash of sword light swept their swords away.
Several figures descended swiftly. Among them, a middle-aged man in a black robe glanced at Han Muye before turning to Zhu Xuyuan.
“Xuyuan, trust in your sword.
“You must hear the voice of your own sword.
“A sword cultivator’s sword is their life; you entrust your life to it.”
The middle-aged man shouted.
Everyone else stared intently at Zhu Xuyuan.
At this moment, an oppressive sword light slowly rose from Zhu Xuyuan’s body.
The sword light seemed to have the power to burn and shatter the world.
“Boom”
A pillar of light shot into the sky.
Sword light!
“Man and sword as one, the way of the sword is achieved!”
The black-robed middle-aged man looked at the sword light and shouted in surprise.
It was done.
The fusion of man and sword turned the once ordinary sword light into a beam of 100,000 feet.
With just one slash, the sword light split the world apart.
Then the sword light flashed and descended in front of Han Muye, transforming back into Zhu Xuyuan.
The sword that had pierced his heart was now in his hand.
“I am the sword, the sword is me. In this cycle of reincarnation, I had forgotten my original intention…” Zhu Xuyuan looked at the sword in his hand, sighed, and whispered.
“Yunming Sword Sect’s Hu Shiyue pays respects to the Patriarch.”
“Yunming Sword Sect’s Zhang Cheng pays respects to the Grandmaster.”
One by one, the experts of the Yunming Sword Sect bowed.
Patriarch.
Grandmaster.
“Zhu Xuyuan, Zhu Xuyuan, he is the Yunming Sword Sect’s True Heaven Zhu!”
“Back then, he transformed himself into a sword, becoming the True Heaven Sword enshrined by the Yunming Sword Sect.”
“He’s still alive!”
In the main hall of the Liantian Sect, refiners stood up one after another.
Even Duan Tianfeng had a peculiar expression as he looked at the scene on the light screen.
“True Heaven Zhu, known as one of the top 10 sword grandmasters in the world.”
“Such a powerful figure. Even if his divine soul was lost, his sword cultivation should still be formidable. Yet Han Muye managed to take his sword…”
In the light screen, True Heaven Zhu bowed to Han Muye.
“Brother Han, I’ll be your guardian for 10 years.”
10 years.
For someone as powerful as True Heaven Zhu, 10 years was already sufficient.
This statement made even the experts of the Liantian Sect envious.
Who would have thought Han Muye would have such fortune?
“Do you think he really saw something?”
“Moreover, could he really have such a deep understanding of the Sword Dao?”
No one could answer these questions.
Everyone watched as Han Muye entered the mountain gate of the Yunming Sword Sect.
After staying at the Yunming Sword Sect for five days, Han Muye quietly left.
Behind him was Zhu Xuyuan.
He couldn’t be acknowledged as the Yunming Sword Sect’s patriarch True Heaven Zhu, only as the elite junior Zhu Xuyuan.
The Yunming Sword Sect had to maintain their dignity.
This time, the refiners in the main hall of the Liantian Sect had different expressions.
They could tell that Han Muye was undergoing a form of cultivation.
This form of cultivation was different from the path they had taken before, but perhaps it was another way to reach the Great Dao of cultivation?
They watched the images on the light screen more attentively.
Two days later, Han Muye was intercepted in the wilderness by a middle-aged swordsman in a green robe.
“Master Han, right? I’m Zhao Zheming, a sword cultivator.”
With that, he threw the long sword in his hand, which landed in front of Han Muye.
“I have a close relationship with a disciple of the Crane Feather Sword Sect. He was the one who told me that as long as I find you and hand over my sword, I will gain an unimaginable opportunity.”
Offering the sword.
Han Muye chuckled, raised his hand, and grasped the sword hilt.
“A sword forged from the Green Steel Triple Layer Technique. The blade is three feet eight inches long and weighs five pounds seven ounces.
“18 immortal patterns engraved on the blade, primarily featuring light and wind.
“This sword does not suit you.”
Hearing Han Muye’s assessment, the middle-aged man’s expression changed. After a moment of contemplation, he looked at Han Muye and said, “Then, please, Master, forge a sword for me.”
Han Muye held the sword and inserted it into his own scabbard.
“Serve as my protector for 10 years, and I will forge a sword for you.”
This time, the middle-aged man did not hesitate. He bowed and said, “Greetings, Master.”
Han Muye nodded, carrying the sword and scabbard, and moved forward briskly.
Along the way, he encountered several swordsmen, all drawn by his reputation, seeking either sword forging or opportunities.
Han Muye would examine their swords and decide whether to help them.
A hundred days later, he was accompanied by seven swordsmen.
These people exchanged 10 years of protection for Han Muye’s sword forging.
They didn’t know what Han Muye was capable of, but they trusted the words of those from the Crane Feather Sword Sect and the Yunming Sword Sect.
Three years.
Han Muye visited over 30 sword cultivation sects.
The number of his protectors had grown to more than 50.
In those three years, Han Muye’s reputation soared.
Rumor had it that there was no sword in the world he couldn’t see through.
Rumor had it that there was no sword cultivator he couldn’t understand.
It was rumored that his cultivation in the Sword Dao was even higher than his weapon refinement techniques.
There were too many rumors.
There were also rumors that he did not know anything about weapon refinement.
This was because from the beginning to the end, he had never actually refined a single sword.
He merely collected other people’s swords and placed them in the black, ugly scabbard he carried on his back.
That scabbard had now turned into a large black box, containing all the swords.
After three more years, he had traveled 50,000 miles away from the Liantian Sect.
After visiting a sword sect, Han Muye and his 73 companions began their journey back.
Back to the Liantian Sect.
At this moment, everyone was waiting.
“Han Muye’s return to the Liantian Sect will mark the peak of his forging path.”
This was said by a powerful figure in the forging world.
No one doubted this person’s words.
Because this person was at the Divine Venerable level.
The highest realm in this world, as invincible as the Divine Venerable in the sword Dao.
As Han Muye returned to the Liantian Sect, 12 experts were sent to greet him.
But along the way, there were countless ambushes.
Even though everyone wanted to see Han Muye forge, there were still countless demonic sects and strong individuals who didn’t want to see the Liantian Sect rise with such a talented junior.
The Liantian Sect had its enemies in the cultivation world.
“Truly interesting…”
“This young man has never forged a single weapon, yet he is regarded as the top in the younger generation of refiners.”
“He has never demonstrated his refining skills, yet all sides hold him in high regard.”
“Fortunately, he is merely a refiner. If he cultivated something else, wouldn’t he stir up heaven and earth?”
Countless experts waited curiously.
After two years of travel, Han Muye was cornered on a cliff by a major demonic sect.
This cliff was unnamed.
3,000 demonic cultivators blocked the surrounding reinforcements, and 20 demonic path experts surrounded Han Muye on the cliff.
72 accompanying swordsmen stood by Han Muye’s side.
“This place is nameless, but after today, it will have a name.”
Han Muye slowly sat down, placing the black box he carried on his knees.
As the demonic figures charged, he placed his hand on the black box.
“Click.”
The black box opened.
He grasped a green-gray long sword and slowly drew it out with a grating sound.
“This place shall be called the Sword Sharpening Cliff from now on.”
With a shout, he threw the long sword.
“Phantom Sword, three feet long, weighing 3,800 pounds, 19 illusory spiritual patterns, refined with the bones of three invisible beasts.
“Yu Sheng, this sword will merge with you.”
The swordsman named Yu Sheng moved forward, grasping the sword hilt, and the long sword vanished into invisibility.
“Slash”
The 13 demonic shadows were shattered.
Then a figure turned into nothingness and flew down the cliff with the long sword.
The sword light soared into the sky.
The Sword Dao was completed.
Han Muye’s gaze did not move as he raised his hand to draw a sword.
“The Cloud Saint Sword, forged from 3,000 seven-colored clouds gathered from the sky, nurtured for 10,000 years, with a spirit born within the sword.
“Xu Wu, I’ve sharpened this sword for you.”
The sword was thrown out, and a tall sword cultivator raised his hand to grab it.
“Boom”
A thousand miles of cloud light pierced through the world!