Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Novel - Chapter 153

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The Sword Pavilion Elder, who was sitting at a long table on the third floor of the Sword Pavilion, did not even look up.

A long black claw slapped down on Han Muye’s head.

Han Muye’s expression remained unchanged, and green spiritual light surged from his hands.

Above his head, an illusory sword slashed down.

“Slash—”

!!

The long black claw was cut in half.

Before the long claw could recover, the sword light stirred and turned into pieces.

At this moment, Han Muye’s cultivation was at the fifth level of Qi Condensation. Eighteen sword intents condensed in his Qi Sea, and one sword intent in his dantian was about to form.

In the supreme treasure, there was even a soul sword that condensed into a phantom.

With his cultivation and combat strength, he could fight an Earth Realm expert without using a sword.

“This Senior from the Southern Wasteland is really confident. He even dared to attack from thousands of miles away.” Han Muye chuckled.

The sword was clearly sealed with a trace of the soul power of a demon expert in the Southern Wasteland.

This person could attack from countless miles away. His strength was really powerful.

However, he looked down on the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

The Nine Mystic Sword Sect was one of the nine major sects in the Western Frontier. How could it be defeated so easily?

The Sword Pavilion Elder looked up at the sword fragment in Han Muye’s hand and shook his head. “It’s just a test. The news from the Southern Wasteland should be from half a year ago.”

Half a year ago, the Sword Pavilion Elder had used the Soul Sword and was extremely weak.

There were no more experts in the Sword Pavilion.

Han Muye felt that the Sword Pavilion Elder was right. In the cultivation world, there was also bad information.

“The Southern Wilderness has spent so much effort to probe. I’m afraid this battle is really related to the demons in the Sword Pavilion.”

The Sword Elder stood and looked into the distance.

“I’m going to the Southern Wasteland.”

He spoke calmly.

Han Muye looked up but said nothing.

The Sword Pavilion Elder was not discussing it with him. He was just telling him what his plans were.

“After I leave, stay in the Sword Pavilion. If there’s anything, just activate the Sword Pavilion’s array formation.”

The Sword Elder turned back to the three swords on the wooden shelf behind him.

“I’ll take the sword that the demons are testing. I’ve already exhausted most of the resentment in the broken beam sword. I can send it to the second floor.”

His gaze fell on the sheathed sword at the top of the wooden shelf. After pondering for a moment, the Sword Pavilion Elder said in a low voice, “If you want to know the secret of that sword, look at it yourself.”

That black sword was called the Mystic Sun Sword.

However, the Sword Pavilion Elder had once said that there was no Mystic Sun Sword in the world.

Speaking of Mystic Sun, the three techniques that Han Muye was cultivating now were called the Mystic Sun Technique.

He wondered if it was related to the Mystic Sun Sword.

The Sword Pavilion Elder left early the next morning.

Before leaving, he visited the three Grand Elders of the sect and Sect Master Jin Ze, who was recuperating in seclusion.

After the Sword Pavilion Elder left, Han Muye took the White Tiger Painting from the meditation room and brought it to the third floor of the Sword Pavilion.

From now on, he would guard the third floor of the Sword Pavilion.

Sitting cross-legged in front of the long table, Han Muye reached out and held the small black sword in his hair.

A faint glow rippled through him.

Sword Qi spread out and enveloped the entire third floor of the Sword Pavilion.

At this moment, his supreme sense detected all the locations of the Sword Pavilion.

It was also at this moment that he realized that the Sword Pavilion was not on the third floor, but the fourth!

The fourth floor of the Sword Pavilion was buried 30 feet underground. It was connected by an array formation.

That was also the core of the entire Sword Pavilion.

That layer was an illusory existence in Han Muye’s supreme sense.

However, there were two more figures.

Huang Six, Gao Xiaoxuan.

Han Muye knew that both Gao Xiaoxuan, who was transformed from the sword spirit, and the little white fox, who was reborn from the soul of a great demon, had strange powers.

Their main bodies were in the Sword Pavilion’s basement.

Huang Six sat cross-legged. The spiritual light around him was extremely dense.

From time to time, Gao Xiaoxuan would wave his hand and inject the spiritual energy in the surrounding space into Huang Six’s body.

The spiritual energy that dissipated was pure, and there was also the power of the array formation that sealed the space.

Therefore, even though Huang Six had been cultivating for half a year, outsiders could not detect his cultivation.

This was because his cultivation naturally carried the power of sealing.

Is this Sixth Brother preparing to shock the world?

Han Muye smiled and shook his head, continuing to probe with his supreme sense.

Gao Xiaoxuan and the little white fox in his arms seemed to have sensed his supreme sense and looked up.

Han Muye’s supreme sense did not stay in it for long and dissipated.

As long as they didn’t have any ill intentions, Han Muye wouldn’t care.

After putting back the small black sword, Han Muye turned to look at the wooden shelf behind him.

There were two long swords on the wooden shelf.

One was a black sheathed sword, and the other was the sect treasure of the Three Qin Sword Sect, a medium-grade spiritual weapon, Broken Beam.

There were only a few magical treasures in the entire Western Frontier, and there were very few high-grade spiritual weapons.

Under the Nine Great Sects, a medium-grade spiritual weapon would be treated as the sect’s treasure inheritance.

The Sword Pavilion Elder said that the resentment in the Broken Beam Sword had been exhausted and it could now be sent to the second floor of the Sword Pavilion.

Han Muye got up and walked to the wooden frame. He pondered for a moment, took a deep breath, and reached for the Broken Beam Sword.

The sword was three feet long and an inch wide. The blade was made of Water Source Metal.

The greatest use of this spiritual material was its tenacity and concealment of spiritual energy.

This was one of the top spiritual materials in the Western Frontier.

There were not many secrets on the sword.

Han Muye grasped the hilt of his sword and poured his sword energy into it.

One streak.

10 streaks.

1,000 streaks.

10,000 streaks.

After 30,000 streaks of sword qi were injected into the sword, the sword vibrated slightly.

However, the halo on the sword seemed to be resisting.

Han Muye stared at it for a moment, and a sword intent in his sea of qi turned into 128,000 sword qi that directly hit the hilt.

“Boom—”

The sword vibrated, and countless images appeared in Han Muye’s mind.

A Daoist in a green robe was brandishing a sword.

An old man with white hair sighed softly.

A middle-aged man in a black robe fought with his sword.

There were several fragmented memories in this Broken Beam Sword.

These people had once been the masters of the Broken Beam Sword.

This sword circled around the hands of the experts of the Three Qin Sword Sect and the Great Spiritual Sword Sect.

Han Muye comprehended several sword techniques from it.

Just as he was about to retract his sword intent, the sword suddenly trembled violently.

A vigorous power surged from the sword.

This power made Han Muye’s expression change.

An extremely pure sword intent power!

Not right!

Han Muye narrowed his eyes and looked delighted.

This was an existence that was about to condense into a sword momentum!

It was the same as the half-step sword momentum he had obtained from the Purple Flame Sword in his Qi Sea. This sword intent was also extremely condensed.

The yellow sword intent of the Earth lineage was about to condense into a sword momentum.

When this sword intent was absorbed into his Qi Sea, other than the blazing sword intent obtained from the Purple Flame Sword, the other 16 sword intents were all knocked away.

The image of the owner of this half-step sword momentum also appeared in Han Muye’s mind.

A Daoist in a gray robe flew on the clouds and rode a sword for thousands of miles.

He had comprehended the Flying Sword Technique.

This was a lost flying sword technique. It was activated by the power of the Sword Dao and flew thousands of miles.

This speed was even faster than the flying boat and saved spiritual energy.

There were not many images of this sword expert in the sword. Other than the Flying Sword Technique, Han Muye had also comprehended a relatively ordinary sword technique, Earth Flame.

However, from these images, Han Muye discovered the identity of this sword expert.

A cultivator from the Blazing Sun Palace, an ancient sect in the Western Frontier.

It had been many years since the Blazing Sun Palace was destroyed. The sword intent sealed in this long sword had been passed down until now because of someone’s constant nurturing.

The grand cultivator sword sphere that Han Muye had obtained previously had not been nurtured for 10,000 years, and the sword intent that remained in it had already dissipated.

That’s a shame, he thought.

If he could absorb all the sword momentum of an ancient cultivator, what would it be like?

The image in his mind finally dissipated.

Han Muye had also roughly seen the appearance of the ancient sect, the Blazing Sun Palace.

There were endless spiritual lights and pavilions. It was indeed not something a sect like the Nine Mystic Sword Sect could compare to.

Among them, there were countless great cultivators who had cultivated sword momentum like the owner of the Broken Beam Sword.

It was unknown why such a large sect was destroyed.

Holding the sword with both hands, Han Muye sent the Broken Beam sword to the second floor of the Sword Pavilion.

A mid-grade sword that had eliminated the resentment in the sword was considered extremely valuable on the second floor of the Sword Pavilion.

The sword was placed on the wooden shelf. Han Muye turned to look at the other mid-grade spiritual weapons.

After a moment’s hesitation, he didn’t reach out.

Currently, the sword intent in his sea of vital energy was almost equal to the amount of sword intent his lifespan could accept.

Any more and it would consume his lifespan.

It was better not to collect the sword intent in these long swords for the time being.

One must not bite off more than one can chew.

It was not worth it to waste his precious lifespan just to absorb the sword intent into his Qi Sea.

After returning to the third floor of the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye looked at the last sheathed black sword on the wooden shelf.

If there was no Mystic Sun Sword in the world, what was this sword?

There were many legends about the Mystic Sun Sword in the Western Frontier.

Every legend said that with this sword, one could obtain a great opportunity.

This opportunity was also related to a powerful inheritance.

Han Muye had no interest in inheritance.

The inheritance he had now was already strong enough.

But he was curious about the sword.

Reaching out, he grasped the hilt of the sword.

It was cold to the touch. The messages from the sword stunned him.

In the forging scene of this sword, countless blacksmiths with hammers were forging. Then, sword embryos were chosen and engraved with symbols before being sent to the blacksmiths.

They engraved runes and added various spiritual materials to refine them.

There were countless such swords.

This long sword that was equivalent to a spiritual weapon was actually mass-produced!

What kind of force in the world could mass-produce such a long sword?!

Central Continent!

In a flash, a long city, various pavilions, and cultivators in standard robes appeared.

This sword came from the Central Continent!

“The Mystic Sun Guard’s sword award ceremony begins.”

“With the Mystic Sun Sword enters the Mystic Sun Guard. I will shoulder the safety of the world.”

“There’s nothing in the world that I, a Mystic Sun Guard, dare not interfere in.”

“With this sword, I can fight the world.”

…

With one scene after another, Han Muye felt his blood boil!

Someone in black armor held this sword and killed the Giant Demon.

Mystic was Heavenly Mystic, and Sun was Righteous.

In the orthodox dynasty of the Central Continent, there were two groups of guards.

The open guards wore red armor and fought everywhere. They were known as the eternal Red Flame Army.

The secret guards were everywhere, protecting the peace of the Heavenly Mystic World. They wore black armor and carried black swords. They upheld the righteous path of the Heavenly Mystic World and were known as the Mystic Sun Guards.

“Boom—”

The image in Han Muye’s mind exploded.

A middle-aged man in a black robe with three strands of beard appeared.

“Little friend, you are fated with my Mystic Sun Guards. Are you willing to use this sword to protect the Heavenly Mystic Sect?”

The moment this phantom appeared, the Sword Pavilion shone with golden light.

In the underground space of the Sword Pavilion, Gao Xiaoxuan trembled and looked up.

The eyes of the little white fox in his arms were bloodshot and revealed endless hatred!