Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 293 - Returning to the Nine Mystic Mountain, Welcomed by the Bell Six Times (3)

Chapter 293: Returning to the Nine Mystic Mountain, Welcomed by the Bell Six Times (3)

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It was just like the yearning for the cultivation world when he first entered this sect.
“Senior Brother Han, the Sect Master is waiting for you in the hall.” Behind him, Tuoba Cheng’s voice sounded.
Han Muye nodded, cupped his hands, and strode forward to the peak of the Nine Mystic Mountain.
His movements did not seem fast at all. They were like a mortal’s. His footsteps were heavy, but he covered hundreds of feet with each step and disappeared in a flash.
Tuoba Cheng and the Elders behind him looked at each other and quickly followed.
Han Muye did not lose his cultivation as they had thought.
That was good news.
After stepping onto the peak of the Nine Mystic Mountain, Jin Ze stood on the green jade stone platform in front of the hall.
At this moment, Jin Ze looked old. He was a completely different person from when he attacked in front of the Nine Mystic Mountain and fought a Heaven Realm cultivator.
“I should welcome Senior Brother Han back, but it’s better not to appear in front of the disciples.”
Jin Ze looked at Han Muye, who was striding over, and said.
Han Muye approached Jin Ze, his eyes shining.
“Sect Master, you don’t have much time left.”
Although Jin Ze had shattered his Golden Core, as a Golden Core cultivator, he still had hundreds of years to live.
However, from the looks of it, he did not have much lifespan left.
Hearing Han Muye’s words, Jin Ze laughed and waved his hand. “Cultivators like us don’t care about life and death. We’re carefree. Why should we care about our lifespan?”
With that, he looked at Han Muye and said softly, “Didn’t you also look down on life and death when you attacked in the opposite direction in the Broken Soul Wasteland?”
Indeed.
If the Heavenly Demon had not been destroyed, Han Muye would not have had a chance to live.
“Sigh, compared to you, I feel that I, Tuoba Cheng, am not worthy of being called a sword cultivator.”
Behind him, Tuoba Cheng’s voice could be heard.
Han Muye turned around and saw Tuoba Cheng walking up the jade platform.
“Elder Tuoba, as a peak half-step Heaven Realm expert, your sword light has already formed. If you’re not a sword cultivator, who dares to be a sword cultivator?”
Han Muye smiled and spoke.
In the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, among his peers, only Tuoba Cheng could rely on his own comprehension to achieve the Sword Dao.
In the entire Western Frontier, there were not many people who could compete with him in sword momentum.
If such a person was not a sword cultivator, who would dare to call him a sword cultivator?
The three of them stood on the jade platform and looked at the clouds in front of them in silence.
After a long time, Jin Ze sighed and said, “The Nine Mystic Sword Sect has been passed down for 10,000 years. It has been through ups and downs. It’s only today that there’s a sign of prosperity.”
Great prosperity.
Even though the previous five lineages all had half-step Heaven Realm experts and looked powerful, they were actually just putting on airs.
Although the Nine Mystic Sword Sect was strong back then, the entire Western Frontier watched as they fought with the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect, hoping that the two sects would have an internecine outcome.
Only now, there were not many half-step Heaven Realm experts, but the juniors of the sect kept rising and becoming famous in the Western Frontier.
There were experts suppressing it from above, and juniors fighting for it. There were resources gathered for 10,000 years inside, and the Mu family’s patriarch and the great demon of the Green Wheat Mountain outside. The other sects had formed an alliance to help.
This was the true sign of prosperity.
Among the intermediate sects at the top of the Western Frontier, there would definitely be a seat in the Nine Mystic Sword Sect!
The momentum of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect had been formed. If they wanted to rise, no one could stop them!
All of this was achieved through the concerted efforts of the Sword Sect and the fearless sacrifices.
Grand Elder Lu Hao of the Cloud Nest Ridge had graciously sacrificed his life. Huang Six, the Sword Pavilion’s Sword Caretaker, had transformed into a demon to kill demonic spirits in exchange for the Western Frontier turning defeat into victory and exterminating the demons.
The Sword Pavilion Elder, Han Muye, spent his cultivation to kill the Heavenly Demon. Thousands of Western Frontier elites survived, and the Broken Soul Wasteland regained its vitality.
On this jade platform, Sect Master Jin Ze had severed his Dao path, and Sword Pavilion Elder Han Muye had crippled his cultivation.
How many swords did the Sword Pavilion have that returned without an owner?
“This is my Nine Mystic Sword Sect.” Tuoba Cheng turned to look at Han Muye and said, “I think you understand better than me.”
Han Muye understood.
The Nine Mystic Sword Sect was different from the other sects. There was no powerful inheritance, nor was there a true top cultivator. There was only the sacrifice and sacrifice of generations of seniors in the sect.
This was a sect that relied on grassroots sword cultivators to gather for warmth.
Everyone Han Muye met among them might not have advanced aptitude or impressive cultivation, but everyone had cultivated their own appearances.
The Sword Pavilion Elder, Gao Changgong.
The Grand Elder of the fire-type lineage, Tao Ran.
Lu Hao.
Jin Ze.
There was also Song Nine, who had become Song Seven, Lu Ten, who had died on Fengshou Mountain, and Yang Zhao, who had finally chosen to escort his Master’s bloodline to the Eastern Sea…
And Sixth Brother.
Isn’t cultivation like this?
“Kid, you’ve already made a bold statement about the Nine Sects Rearrangement Meeting three years from now. How are you going to end it?”
Tuoba Cheng smiled and looked at Han Muye.
His address made Han Muye feel much closer.
Han Muye really didn’t care about the Elder title.
“Isn’t there still three years?” Han Muye looked ahead, his eyes shining.
“Three years is a long time.”
Hearing his words, Tuoba Cheng and Jin Ze looked at each other and chuckled.
He was afraid that Han Muye would lose his fighting spirit this time.
As long as his fighting spirit was there, anything was possible with his talent.
“What’s the deeper meaning of you declaring in the Blazing Sun Palace that you want to occupy a radius of 30,000 miles as the territory of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect?
“Also, Patriarch Tao Ran went to the old site of the Blazing Sun Palace with you. Why didn’t he return?”
Jin Ze said as he looked at Han Muye.
There must be a reason for these things.
Previously, their sect’s Elders had discussed it. Perhaps Patriarch Tao Ran and the others had made a big discovery in the old site of the Blazing Sun Palace, so Han Muye announced it like that.
Hearing Jin Ze’s question, Han Muye smiled.
Previously, the spatial passageway was not stable. It was unknown how many disciples of the Sword Sect could train in the Fire Source World.
When Han Muye returned, the intermediate spatial power in the black sword had repaired the passage. In the future, he could arrange for the disciples of the sect to cultivate in the Fire Source World.
The power of the Heavenly Dao there was weak. At a low level, the bottleneck was much smaller.
Moreover, there were many cultivators from outside the realm who would fight with all their might to sharpen their combat strength.
How could a sword cultivator not kill?
Han Muye softly introduced the Fire Source World and the situation there.
He even told him about Patriarch Tao Ran’s recent situation.
In the Blazing Sun Palace’s Fire Source Palace, where cultivators from outside the realm had invaded, Patriarch Tao Ran swallowed a Void Nascent Pill and his cultivation level reached the peak of the half-step Heaven Realm. He could break through at any time.
“Senior Brother Tao Ran has a chance to step into the Heaven Realm!” Jin Ze widened his eyes and stared at Han Muye.
“You, you really refined the Void Nascent Pill?”