Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1990: 823, Contend of Ten Thousand Realms, Lingxiao Sword Sect

Chapter 1990: 823, Contend of Ten Thousand Realms, Lingxiao Sword Sect
A towering figure in blue-gray battle armor, well over ten feet tall, with glaring eyes, clutched a long spear in his hand.
That war spear shone with a halo of swirling gray light.
Han Muye shook his head.
Foreign race.
Like himself, his aura did not blend with that of this territory, exuding a sense of disharmony.
There were two ways to gain acknowledgment from this realm and then compete for the Myriad Realms Heavenly Beads.
One was to occupy or subdue a power, while the other was to assimilate into one.
Han Muye raised his hand, and a streak of green sword light flashed by.
In this Continent Domain, he could sense a trace of the cold and sharp remnants from the Sword Dao inheritance.
Indeed, when the sword Qi shot out, the suppressive force in between heaven and earth lessened slightly.
“Slash—”
The sword Qi pierced through the space behind him, directly penetrating the body of the long spear-wielding foreigner.
As the sword light passed through, Han Muye felt the pressure on himself lessen a bit, replaced by a faint aura like a clear breeze winding around him.
A response from heaven and earth, or in other words, acknowledgment.
This acknowledgment determined whether one would be able to assimilate quickly into the cosmos and then obtain the Heavenly Beads.
With a slight movement, Han Muye soared toward the direction from whence the sword intent seemed to be emanating.
Behind him, the figure holding the long spear trembled, then the spear broke and the figure shattered.
From beginning to end, Han Muye never gave the figure a direct glance.
Not on the same level.
He had no interest even in knowing the species or attributes of the other’s power.
After running a hundred li, Han Muye slowed his pace.
A sword light struck in front of him.
“Stop any closer, outsider—this is the Lingxiao Sword Sect territory,” came a sharp cry from a figure in a green robe, wielding a three-foot-long sword.
The speaker’s face was full of pride, and a shining Icy Flame surged on his body.
The long sword was pointed at Han Muye, the edge flickering as if ready to strike should Han Muye make a move.
Sword cultivator.
Han Muye’s gaze swept around and he chuckled lightly, “Are you born of this realm?”
Where Han Muye now stood was also a frigid area, sharing the same origin as the sword cultivator’s power.
That question made the other party hesitate.
In the blink of an eye, a three-foot-long sword materialized in Han Muye’s hand, and with a swing, he slashed out.
Upon the sword edge was a divine flame as cold as ice, which cleaved the sword in the sword cultivator’s hand and sent it flying.
The sword light stopped at the cultivator’s neck, the icy flame causing the foreign figure to shiver all over.
“Are you born of this realm?”
Han Muye repeated his question.
The sword cultivator’s face displayed fear as he nodded tensely.
“Go on,” said Han Muye indifferently, pulling back his sword and placing his hands behind his back.
“Cough… alright, I’ll tell you…” the green-robed sword cultivator covered the wound on his neck with his hand, his breath low and wheezing.
This was the Yun Teng cosmos, the Lingxiao Domain.
A realm where one cultivates the Sword Dao to achieve the Great Dao.
Lingxiao City, the Lingxiao Sword Sovereign, the Lingxiao Sword Sect.
This sword cultivator named Su Xun was from the Lingxiao Sword Sect, albeit only a medium-ranked elite within it.
The topmost expert of the Lingxiao Sword Sect also possessed the strength of an Immortal Sovereign.
Without the combat strength of an Immortal Sovereign, a cosmos wouldn’t even qualify to participate in the Contend of Ten Thousand Realms.
“Let me see your Lingxiao Sword Sect’s swordsmanship,” Han Muye said, looking at Su Xun as he gestured with his hand, causing the fallen sword to fly back to its owner.
Su Xun caught the sword and moved, stepping forward, the sword edge thrusting toward Han Muye.
The ones who appeared in the Lingxiao Domain were all of similar cultivation and combat strength.
Han Muye had scared Su Xun into submission with a single slash previously, but reflecting on it, it wasn’t possible for Han Muye to be much stronger if he was here. That slash was simply unanticipated.
Now it was different!
The sword edge glimmered with Flowing Light, a sign that Sword Qi poured in, fusing with the sword body’s power.
“Celestial Being Flying from the Heavens,” Su Xun whispered, merging with the sword as if he were a shooting star, flashing quickly toward Han Muye.
A glint of sharpness appeared in Han Muye’s eyes.
The Lingxiao Sword Sect’s techniques had several noteworthy points.
Swift.
Agile.
Concentrating one’s entire power into a single blow.
Han Muye lifted his hand, his fingertip touching the edge of the long sword.
The long sword vibrated, and Su Xun couldn’t hold on. The sword slipped from his grasp and fell.
“Pure cultivation of sword intent is interesting, reversing the mundane to sever the celestial,” Han Muye murmured as he caught Su Xun’s sword.
A trace of the power of the Sword Path trembled within the sword.
Han Muye refrained from forcefully delving into the memories within the weapon.
He seldom attempted to force his way into the memories contained in a weapon with a master.
Even without it, from that one exchange, he had almost completely grasped the essence of the Lingxiao Sword Sect’s sword techniques.
His own Sword Dao cultivation had already reached the peak in this world; what swordsmanship couldn’t he see through?
“Where is your Lingxiao Sword Sect located?” Han Muye asked as he tossed the sword back to Su Xun.
Su Xun trembled, his expression changing as he grasped the sword, remaining silent.
After that second defeat, he realized the gap between them.
In front of Han Muye, he indeed couldn’t even block a single sword strike.
In the face of such strength, who could withstand it when the Lingxiao Sword Sect’s powers had been drawn away?
Could he let him seek out the Lingxiao Sword Sect?
Even if it meant death, he could not allow it.
His hand clenched the long sword tightly as Su Xun raised the blade.
If it came to it, death it would be.
After all, he had cultivated for a hundred thousand years and become an elite of the sect; it was enough.
“As a fellow sword cultivator, I have some interest in your Lingxiao Sword Sect,” Han Muye spoke again.
“I assure you, I will not seek to take your sect’s foundation.”
“If possible, I might even aid in your advancement.”
Advancement.
This required not only overwhelming strength in one’s domain but also a sufficient number of Heavenly Beads.