Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Novel - Chapter 1281

1281 Meeting Old Friends Again, Mu Wan, Huang Six, Lu Gao… (3)
Han Muye walked slowly through the Medicine Valley, feeling a sense of nostalgia in his heart.

The first time he came to Medicine Valley, it was under siege, and he had helped to break the siege.

Later, when Medicine Valley surrendered, he had lived there for a while.

His steps quickened as he felt a burning sensation in his heart.

In this Medicine Valley, someone was waiting for him.

She had waited for 2,000 years.

“Who are you? You’re not allowed to barge into the Saintess’s cultivation place!

“Quick, someone has intruded into the Wood Spirit Grass Hut where the Saintess resides.”

Figures flew towards him, but Han Muye’s figure disappeared completely before their eyes.

He was gone.

They had clearly seen someone rushing towards the Wood Spirit Grass Hut just moments ago.

The onlookers looked at each other, momentarily bewildered.

“I’ll report to the Elder,” a gray-robed alchemist muttered and turned to leave.

In front of the grass hut, Han Muye stood outside a lush bamboo forest.

Around the bamboo forest were numerous alchemy furnaces, and bamboo buildings stood tall.

This place was very similar to the alchemy hall on the Nine Mystic Mountain back then.

“It’s so easy to refine the Rainbow Colored Jade Pill. How clueless.”

“I’ll only refine it once this time; if I fail again, so be it.”

“It’s just a fourth-grade pill. Watch carefully…”

Flames rose from the alchemy furnaces in front of the bamboo building, and several female disciples in blue robes sat around. A female cultivator in a moon-white Daoist robe waved her arms, and medicinal herbs were thrown into the furnace.

“If the boss lady were to take a shot, this pill would directly become a second-grade one. Remember, don’t be too rigid in your alchemy,” she said while refining pills. When she looked up, her entire body froze.

She trembled and stared at Han Muye with wide eyes.

Han Muye chuckled and waved his hand to suppress the trembling alchemy furnace.

If he didn’t, it would explode.

“Is your father okay?” Han Muye asked softly.

Tears streamed down the female cultivator’s face as she nodded repeatedly.

Han Muye slowly walked forward and said, “Is the lady boss inside?”

Still shedding tears, the female cultivator nodded..

Han Muye smiled and slowly walked past the pill furnace, crossed the path, and walked deeper into the bamboo forest.

In front of the pill furnace, the disciples hurriedly stood up.

“Master, should we inform someone?”

“Master, who is this person? Aren’t male cultivators forbidden from entering our grass hut?”

“Master, should we call for help?”

Amidst the chaos, the female cultivator shook her head. Excitement flashed across her face as she raised her hand to wipe her tears.

“Inform who?”

“This is the shopkeeper coming back…”

At this point, a smile appeared on her face as she said excitedly, “I have to tell Father and Zuo Yulong.”

With that, her figure flashed and she flew away.

Only the female disciples were left with blank expressions.

“Shopkeeper?”

“I remember that Master was the Saintess’ maid when she was in the Heavenly Mystic Imperial City back then. At that time…”

“Sword Ancestor Muye!”

Someone exclaimed.

Sword Ancestor Muye.

This was the legend of the entire Immortal Source World.

Legend had it that more than 2,000 years ago, a mysterious sword cultivator walked out of the Heavenly Mystic World and swept through the myriad worlds.

This great cultivator of the Sword Dao called Han Muye used the Myriad Sword Array and the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords to dominate the Heavenly Realm without any opponent.

Even the Sword Pavilion and Yuling Dao Sect chose to submit.

This legendary Sword Ancestor Muye had united all the forces in the Immortal Source World, bringing an end to the chaos.

Legends, everything was just a legend.

None of the disciples here had seen Sword Ancestor Muye before.

It was said that he had been in seclusion for 2,000 years.

Many people in the world suspected that Sword Ancestor Muye had already perished.

However, the forces left behind by Sword Ancestor Muye had already suppressed the Immortal Source World, and no one dared to rebel again.

“Sword Ancestor Muye has returned. Saintess, she didn’t wait in vain…” A female cultivator looked into the depths of the bamboo forest and whispered softly with a sigh.

Others nodded in agreement.
The Saintess had waited for more than 2,000 years!

In the serene bamboo forest, Han Muye stopped in front of a verdant small building.

In front of him stood Mu Wan, dressed in white and wearing a gentle smile.

“Senior Brother, you’re back.”

Those soft words almost made Han Muye lose his composure.

This woman before him was the one who had once concocted pills for him on the Nine Mystic Mountain.

This woman had quietly left the Nine Mystic Mountain to find a solution for his lifespan issue.

She accompanied him from the Southern Wasteland to the Imperial City.

She had been with him in the Alchemy Destiny Pavilion for decades.

For fear of burdening him, she had left during the Dao battle and waited patiently in the Upper Three Heavens.

Just like now, she had unknowingly waited for 2,000 years.

How many 2,000 years did this woman have?

Han Muye reached out and gently embraced Mu Wan.

At this moment, he felt an unparalleled sense of tranquility in his heart.

All the worldly competition, the struggle for supremacy in the immortal realm, the battles among the supreme-rulers, all seemed to dissipate like smoke.

He found it somewhat amusing.

How could the immortals and supreme-rulers know the beauty of the world?

If the mortal realm were truly free and untroubled, why would anyone become an immortal in the Nine Heavens?

“Senior Brother, you’re back, and that’s all that matters,” Mu Wan reached out and grabbed Han Muye’s robe.

She looked into his eyes as she spoke.

“I have so much to tell you…”

Han Muye nodded and whispered, “I do too.”

…

The Valley Master of Cloud Heaven Medicine Valley, Li Qing, learned of Han Muye’s return a day later.

At first, he couldn’t believe it.

But when he saw the formation outside the Wood Spirit Grass Hut open, he didn’t dare to step inside.

For seven consecutive days, the formation in the bamboo forest remained active.

Outside the bamboo forest, many figures slowly gathered.

When Han Muye and Mu Wan walked hand in hand out of the bamboo forest, smiles appeared on their faces.

Huang Six and Lu Qingping.