Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Novel - Chapter 282

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“Your father is a great hero, and your adoptive father is a great sword cultivator. In the future, you must help me find your father.”

The child kicked and waved as if in response.

Western Frontier, Linghua Pavilion.

An alchemy sect.

Mu Wan, who was an inner sect elite, listened to the discussions around her as she refined pills.

!!

The Sword Dao was immortal.

The number one among the younger generation of the Western Frontier.

The future number one expert of the Western Frontier’s Sword Dao, path of the sword, way of the sword.

This person was Senior Brother Han.

“Hum—”

The cauldron moved slightly, and a furnace of pills took shape.

With a wave of her hand, three sparkling pills appeared in her hand.

Cloud Qi Pill.

Immortal Grade!

The old woman beside Mu Wan smiled and said in a low voice, “Mu Wan is really powerful. With her achievements in this pill, no one in the younger generation of the Western Frontier can compare to her.

“Even that Sword Dao, path of the sword, way of the sword immortal doesn’t have our Mu Wan’s talent.”

Hearing the old woman’s words, Mu Wan shook her head and stood up. “Uncle-Master, I’ll go back and rest first.”

With that, she slowly walked out of the pill room and looked up at the distant sky.

Senior Brother Han’s world is really exciting… she thought.

But what could I bring him?

….

Countless people looked forward to having an expert make Han Muye attack a second time.

There were also countless people who looked forward to seeing a few experts who had never lost a battle compete with Han Muye.

Amidst this confusing news, Han Muye kept moving forward.

A day later, he finally arrived at the forbidden area of the Western Frontier, the Broken Soul Wasteland.

Back then, an expert from beyond the heavens descended. The experts of the Western Frontier stopped the enemy and fought here.

In that battle, the world collapsed and the mountains and rivers shattered. Countless people died in battle.

This Broken Soul Wasteland had become a desolate and strange place.

But that was just a legend. No one could really explain it clearly.

“Back then, he killed three experts from outside the realm with a single strike here.”

Standing in front of the Broken Soul Wasteland, Daoist Dayan spoke softly.

Han Muye nodded.

He had seen the images of that battle.

“Hehe, kid, do you know what kind of expert would make him use the Cloud Sinking Divine Sword?”

The Cloud Sinking Divine Sword.

That was a sword that Sword Master Yuan Tian rarely used.

This sword seemed to have been given to him by his master.

“Without a cultivation level above the eighth level of the Out of Body realm, he’s not even interested in touching that sword,” Daoist Dayan said calmly, his words filled with arrogance.

Heaven Realm cultivation, Nascent Soul, Out of Body, Soul Formation.

It was said that the Out of Body realm allowed one’s soul to condense into a virtual body that could travel the world.

The human body was the most spiritual body in the world.

Han Muye’s supreme treasure could cultivate sword Qi and condense swords.

But these were dead things.

To condense his soul into a real human body, such strength was unimaginable.

Only such an expert was qualified to let Sword Master Yuan Tian use the Cloud Sinking Divine Sword.

“Above Dharma treasures are treasures that are rare in the Greater World.

“The Cloud Sinking Divine Sword is such a treasure.”

Pointing at the endless wasteland in front of him, Daoist Dayan said softly, “If not for the fact that the Cloud Sinking Divine Sword killed three experts outside the realm with one strike, this wasteland would have expanded at least 10 times.

“Those three experts from outside the realm were good at encroaching on regions and then attracting their own race there.”

These stories from 10,000 years ago were not told by Daoist Dayan himself. It was difficult for outsiders to know.

Han Muye could see the battle scenes, but he didn’t know the reason for the battles.

“Senior’s demeanor is fascinating.” Han Muye nodded, and his originally calm aura began to surge.

During the intense battles on the way, the sword intent in his body became purer and purer, and vanished without a trace.

Now he looked like an ordinary scholar.

“Black Spirit Valley is in the center of the Broken Soul Wasteland, right?” Han Muye said as he looked at the wasteland in front of him.

Daoist Dayan nodded and said, “This is not a secret in the cultivation world.

“You’ve been focused. They should also know that you’re here for Black Spirit Valley.”

Daoist Dayan had a complicated expression. He looked at Han Muye and said, “If Zhao Yunlong was here, you might have a chance.

“But he’s not here. It’ll be difficult for you to level Black Spirit Valley.

“Maybe—

“You might even lose.”

The current Han Muye’s aura was flourishing, like a sword showing off his ability.

At this moment, his ability must not fail.

If he lost now, there would be flaws in his Dao in the future.

At critical moments, his mental state would be damaged.

“I just want them to know that I’m here.” Han Muye looked ahead, his eyes shining.

As he sharpened his sword, his fighting spirit surged to the point that it was difficult to hide.

Since he had the sword in hand, he would fight!

Han Muye flew up like the sun.

The spiritual energy cultivated by the Nine Sun Techniques gave off endless heat.

“The Black Spirit Valley cultivates resentment and kills the living beings of the Western Frontier. Han Muye is here to destroy this evil sect today.”

His voice was like muffled thunder that resounded for thousands of miles!

In the distance, the young experts of the Western Frontier who had fallen on the way widened their eyes.

“He’s really going to challenge Black Spirit Valley…” A young man holding a long sword had a complicated expression as he looked ahead and hesitated.

“What do you mean, challenge? He said, ‘destroy’.” Another young man with a large sword on his back looked excited. He clenched his fists and growled.

Destroy Black Spirit Valley.

No one had done this for thousands of years!

Even a half-step Heaven Realm cultivator returned in defeat.

Could Han Muye do it?

“Sigh, still, he’s too confident.” An old man in a gray robe stood on the cloud and sighed.

“Uncle-Master, shouldn’t you say that Immortal Han is proud of his Dao?” Beside the old man, a young man wearing a lotus flower golden crown said calmly.

Hearing his words, the old man shook his head and said in a low voice, “If it were anywhere else, with Han Muye’s combat strength and reputation today, he would really be able to destroy the younger generation of the Western Frontier.”