Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 154 - Nineteen, Help Me Choose a Sword Too

Chapter 154: Nineteen, Help Me Choose a Sword Too

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It was also a transmission of power through the air. At this moment, the black-robed middle-aged man that Han Muye saw was like a bright moon compared to the Southern Wasteland expert.
This person’s power was transmitted from tens of thousands of miles away. It was magnificent in the seemingly vast and mighty world.
What level of great cultivator was this?
Looking at the middle-aged man’s smiling face, Han Muye slowly released his sword.
He did not infuse the sword qi into the sword, so he naturally released it whenever he wanted.
The middle-aged man in the green robe looked stunned. He sized up Han Muye, then chuckled and disappeared.
In the Central Continent Imperial City, tens of thousands of miles away, a faint voice could be heard in a towering hall.
“Men, go to Nine Mystic Mountain in the Western Frontier to take a look.”
A moment later, a flying mount came galloping.
On the plaque in front of the hall, there were three ancient words, ‘Prime Minister’s Mansion’.
…
On the third floor of the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye looked at the sword in front of him with a complicated expression.
Mystic Sun Guards, Mystic Sun Sword.
When the Sword Pavilion Elder said that there was no Mystic Sun Sword in the world, he meant that there was no Mystic Sun Sword that hid endless opportunities.
The Mystic Sun Sword was just a secret guard sword of the Heavenly Mystic Imperial Court in the Central Continent.
This secret guard was in the hands of the Prime Minister of the Heavenly Mystic Imperial Court in the Central Continent.
If he was willing, he could become a Mystic Sun Guard with this sword.
With this sword, he would be in charge of the world’s injustice and protect the peace of the Heavenly Mystic World.
The scenes he saw in the sword made Han Muye’s blood boil.
Bloodthirsty demon beasts, demonic cultivators, mutated beasts from the outer realm, demons who cultivated with the blood and qi of humans…
Anyone who harmed the humans of the Heavenly Mystic World and disturbed the order was the enemy of the Mystic Sun Guards.
In the darkness, the sword exuded light.
Central Continent.
Sitting slowly in front of the long table, Han Muye whispered.
“It’s not time yet. However, I have to take a look…”
…
After the sword was sent back from Fengshou Mountain, the news of the battle on the mountain spread.
With two Heaven Realm cultivators guarding the Southern Wasteland and several half-step Heaven Realm experts attacking, they would have long made a retreat if it weren’t for the fact that they were familiar with the terrain in the Western Frontier.
By now Tu Sunshi of the Tai Yi Sword Sect had arrived at Fengshou Mountain and fought with the great demons of the Southern Wasteland Heaven Realm.
Fighting against two demons, Tu Sunshi remained undefeated.
It was also because of the support of Master Tu Sunshi that the low-level disciples of the Western Frontier could obtain a few great victories.
Among them, He Xuanqi and Wang Hui of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect had outstanding combat strength and were already famous in the Western Frontier.
The name of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect had a lot of weight in the cultivation world of the Western Frontier.
Yang Dingshan fought three battles with a half-step Heaven Realm expert on Fengshou Mountain. Unfortunately, he couldn’t kill the other party.
The combat power of the great demon of the Southern Wasteland was not something that the injured elder of the Great Spiritual Sword Sect, Xia Yunyang, could compare to.
Han Muye, who was in charge of the Sword Pavilion, would inquire about news from the sect every day.
Whether it was the information Lu Gao had obtained from the servants and the outer sect, or various news circulating in the spiritual land, Han Muye would integrate them and make his own judgment.
Perhaps this was what was necessary to be an outsider to the game?
“The Sword Pavilion is an important place. Only those with a sword can enter—”
At the entrance of the Sword Pavilion, Lu Gao’s loud voice could be heard.
“Are you Lu Gao, who cultivated the Military Sword Technique? Not bad indeed.”
A rough voice sounded.
On the third floor of the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye stood up and walked down the stairs.
Lu Ten.
Li Three.
When he arrived at the Sword Pavilion, he saw Lu Ten, who was dressed in a white robe, and Li Three, who was dressed in a green robe and had a cold expression.
“Lu Yizeng, an inner sect disciple of the Sword Sect, is here to receive his sword.” Lu Ten raised his hand and cupped it towards Han Muye.
“Li Xixi, come and receive your sword.” Li Three’s gaze landed on Han Muye as she spoke indifferently.
Lu Gao, who was standing in front of the Sword Pavilion, opened his mouth.
Fifth in the inner sect, Lu Yizeng.
Second in the inner sect, Li Xixi.
Han Muye knew that the direct disciples of the sect also had the status of inner disciples.
Not everyone in the sect knew that the direct disciples were only in the upper echelons of the sect.
For example, not many people in the entire sect knew that he was the 19th direct disciple.
“Third Sister, Tenth Brother, are you guys going down the mountain?”
Han Muye looked at the two of them and spoke in a low voice.
Previously, the two of them had been in seclusion. When Qi Thirteen and the others left the mountain, they did not leave the spiritual land.
“We need reinforcements at Fengshou Mountain,” Lu Ten said calmly.
Indeed.
The news from the other side was only good news.
However, from the recent movements of the experts in the sect, it was really not very optimistic.
The strength of the demons in the Southern Wasteland was much stronger than that of the Western Frontier.
“When are Third Sister and Tenth Brother leaving?” Han Muye looked at the two of them and asked.
“We leave after collecting our swords.” Li Three’s voice was still cold.
Li Three, who had walked out of the spiritual land, had the sharpness and coldness of a swordsman.
“Brother Lu, go and prepare a table of dishes.” Han Muye looked at the sky and said with a smile, “We always eat Brother Ten’s dishes. I have to send you off today.”
Lu Gao nodded and sprinted off.
Lu Ten and Li Three looked at each other and nodded.
“Tenth Brother, what sword do you want to choose? If it’s convenient, can you show me your best sword technique?”
Han Muye looked at Lu Ten and said softly.
In the spiritual land, Han Muye had said that he was good at choosing swords.
The evaluation of the Sword Pavilion’s Sword Caretakers in the Nine Mystic Sword Sect had also changed from being mysterious and short-lived previously to the current righteous Sixth Brother and Senior Brother Han, who was good at choosing swords.
“Haha, good. I heard that Senior Brother Han of the Sword Pavilion doesn’t know any sword techniques.” Lu Ten raised his hand, and a large sword appeared in his hand.
“I also want to see how good you are at choosing swords.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Ten swung his sword down.
“Ho—”
The sword light shone like a surging river.
Three Mystic Sword Technique, Flowing.
This sword technique itself was infused with water-type power, turning into endless power.
The water of the Heavenly River could destroy mountains and rivers.
Lu Ten’s sword light was about to condense into sword intent. Looking at his sword technique made people feel like they were swaying and unable to control themselves.
It was as if they were standing under a waterfall and the water current would shatter them into pieces.
“Tenth Brother’s Flowing Sword Technique has already reached greater mastery. Every gesture and motion flows for thousands of miles, and the river capsizes.”
Han Muye’s voice rang out.
Lu Ten, who was holding a sword in his hand, had a serious expression on his face. The sword light became even longer and faster.
Li Three, who was standing at the side, also looked at Han Muye curiously.
“Hum—”
After Lu Ten finished practicing his sword technique, he sheathed his sword and stood at the bottom of the stone steps.
Above his head was a surging cloud that looked like the Milky Way.
This was the appearance of sword intent affecting the clouds. It was a method that only true experts had.
“Tenth Brother, although your Flowing Sword Technique is brilliant, you still lack some opportunities to completely condense your sword intent and even transform it into sword momentum in the future.”
Han Muye’s words made Lu Ten frown.
“Nineteen is right. Master also said that my sword technique has yet to be perfected.”
Han Muye shook his head, took the sword from Lu Ten’s hand, and turned to enter the Sword Pavilion.
A moment later, he came out with a sword in his hand.
Seeing this sword style, Lu Ten had a strange expression.
Li Three also narrowed her eyes and stared at the sword in Han Muye’s hand.
“Peak Semi-Spiritual Weapon, the sword of the Sword Sect Elder Cui Youjin from 500 years ago. Clear flow.”
Han Muye held his sword and spoke calmly.
“Elder Cui? A half-step Heaven Realm expert from the water lineage back then?”
Lu Eleven was stunned and quickly asked.
“Yes.” Han Muye nodded and handed over the sword.
“This sword is three feet one inch eight inches long, weighs five pounds, and is two inches wide.”
Lu Ten held the sword and pulled it out. It was a thin sword only two centimeters wide.
“Nineteen, do you want me to use this sword?” Lu Ten frowned.
This sword was much lighter and thinner than his big sword.
He was not used to it at all.
“To lift something as light as if it were light, this realm has long been reached by Tenth Brother.” Han Muye pointed at the sword and said calmly, “What Tenth Brother wants to do is to use this sword to kill.”
Kill?
Lu Ten looked up.
“Tenth Brother, there’s no killing intent in your sword.
Back then, Elder Cui destroyed the Zhu Yuan Sword Sect with this sword and killed 300 sword cultivators. The Zhu Yuan River became a bloody mass.”
When this scene first appeared in Han Muye’s mind, he felt shocked.
Sword cultivation, killing people.
What was the point of cultivating with a sword that didn’t kill?
At that moment, he understood.
Turning around, Han Muye looked at Li Three. “Third Sister, what do you think of the sword I chose for Tenth Brother?”
Li Three nodded. “Okay.”
“This guy usually hunts a lot of small beasts, but I don’t think he’s killed anyone yet.”
Lu Ten, who was standing at the side, blushed and muttered, “I’ll kill, why would I kill…”
Han Muye shook his head.
How could a sword that had never killed anyone have sword intent?
Li Three’s eyes lit up as she looked at Han Muye. “Nineteen, help me choose a sword too.”
She raised her hand and threw the sword in her hand to Han Muye.
“All I have to do is change my sword.”
Reaching out to grab Li Three’s green sword, Han Muye looked up at her.
“You chose well for me. I’ll give you half of my wine,” Li Three said softly.
Heartbreak wine.
The wine that Deng Chungang had given Li Three.
This wine could condense sword qi and make it purer.
There were many methods to condense sword qi in the cultivation world, but Han Muye felt that this Heartbreak Wine was considered top-notch.
“Okay, I’ll try.”
Han Muye chuckled and placed his palm on the hilt of Li Three’s green sword.
Iron sword.
This was an ordinary iron sword.
There were wounds on the sword that were about to shatter.
This was a refined iron sword used by the mortal world.
Even the servant disciples who had just entered the sect did not know how to use such a sword.
Han Muye looked up at the calm Li Three.
He closed his eyes briefly and gripped the hilt of his sword.
He was very curious. How did Li Three use such a sword to sweep through the inner sect of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect and lose only to Deng Chungang?
Sword Qi poured in, and the sword vibrated gently.
Han Muye didn’t dare to inject too much sword qi, afraid that the sword would break.
The sword qi entered the sword body. The sword seemed to struggle and refuse, but it still displayed images.
“Little girl, this sword can protect you.”
A seven or eight-year-old girl was trembling. In front of her, a tall young man with a big wine gourd tied around his waist spoke loudly.
Around them, bodies fell to the ground.
“My name is Deng Chungang, a disciple of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.
“You saw me. I’m a sword immortal.
“With my sword, I roam freely in the world.
“Today, I gave you this sword to tell you that you have to hold the sword in your hand and protect yourself. You have to kill people whom you should kill.
“Do you understand?”
As the young man spoke, he picked up the gourd at his waist and drank a few mouthfuls of wine.
“Here, have a few sips too. That way, you won’t be afraid.”
The wine gourd was brought to the little girl’s mouth. She opened her mouth and kept her gaze on the tall young man. She gripped the sword with both hands.