Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 74: The wind fuelling the fire, burning for thousands of miles

This was the foundation of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

These 3,000 swords were the accumulated inheritance of countless generations of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

Only with these 3,000 swords could the sect ensure that its combat strength would not be reduced rapidly.

After being in the Sword Pavilion for so long, Han Muye finally understood the significance of the Sword Pavilion to the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

Usually, the Sword Pavilion was just a warehouse for the sect. Many people even ignored its existence.

However, with the Sword Pavilion and the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s foundation, even if they suffered a setback, it would not affect their comeback.

Every sect in the Western Frontier had a hidden foundation like the Sword Pavilion.

After sending the swords to the second floor, Han Muye looked at the swords in front of him with burning eyes.

Placing Ice Break on an empty wooden shelf, he reached out and gripped the hilt of another sword on the shelf.

Wasn’t that why he came to the second floor of the Sword Pavilion?

“Hum—”

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Sword Qi surged into his sea of Qi, and images appeared in his mind.

A Daoist in a green robe waved his sword, and green trees stood in front of him.

This was a technique derived from sword techniques. In sword cultivation, it belonged to the magical sword technique lineage.

He had comprehended the Three Mystic Sword Technique, Cloud Wood.

He let go and reached out again.

A cold female cultivator flew into the sky, the sword in her hand turning into a crescent moon.

He had comprehended the Moon Essence Sword Sect’s Three Moon Sword Technique, Lower String.

The Moon Essence Sword Sect was a sect second only to the nine major sects in the Western Frontier. It was unknown why the experts of their sect was here.

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After investigating five swords, he had comprehended eight sword techniques, collected two sword intents, and three condensed sword Qi.

This time, Han Muye was not too greedy. He felt his heart palpitating and turned to leave.

There was still time.

Downstairs, Lu Gao stuck his head out the door of the Sword Pavilion.

“Senior Brother Han, this.” Lu Gao spread his hands. There were two sparkling spiritual rocks in his palm.

Mid-grade ones.

They were from Cao Pei.

“You and Instructor Lin should split them.” Han Muye waved his hand and sat in front of the long table, recording the location of the sword and various data that had just been given.

At the door, Lu Gao’s face lit up, but he turned to look at Lin Shen nervously.

“Let’s just split it like what Brother Han says? He doesn’t lack this bit.” Lin Shen reached out and stuffed a spiritual stone into his pocket.

Han Muye, who was sitting in the Sword Pavilion, did not look up. He only smiled as he wrote. “Brother Lu, you’ve been paying for food with your own spiritual rocks for the past few days.”

Lu Gao looked grateful and nodded. He kept the medium-grade spiritual rock and muttered, “Shouldn’t this be my role…”

Turning around, someone else had come to the Sword Pavilion.

“May I know if Little Friend Han is here?” A Daoist in a green Daoist robe stood in front of the Sword Pavilion and asked softly.

“The Sword Pavilion is an important place. Outsiders—” Lu Gao started to shout, but before he could finish, Han Muye coughed.

“So Senior Qi is here.” Han Muye put down his brush and ink and slowly walked out of the Sword Pavilion.

Wasn’t the person waiting outside the Sword Pavilion Qi Mingyuan of Lingjue Sect?

This person had offered a high price of 100,000 spiritual rocks the day before and wanted Han Muye to teach him the third level of the sect’s sword technique.

This was a huge potential source of money.

“Little friend Han.” Qi Mingyuan cupped his hands at Han Muye.

“Senior Qi, the Sword Pavilion is an important place. I can’t invite you in.” Han Muye took a few steps down the stone steps and looked at Qi Mingyuan. “Senior, you want to know how to condense the third level of the Cloud Severing Sword Technique, right?”

Qi Mingyuan nodded and raised his hand. A small wooden box appeared in his palm.

He opened the wooden box and there were ten crystal-clear spiritual rocks neatly placed inside.

A high-grade spiritual rock was worth 10,000 low-grade spiritual rocks.

The ten high-grade spiritual rocks dazzled.

Lu Gao, who was standing at the door of the Sword Pavilion, reached out and held the medium-grade spiritual stone close to his chest.

No wonder Senior Brother Han did not mind this medium-grade spiritual rock.

He pricked up his ears and waited for Han Muye to ask him to collect the spiritual rocks.

He had never touched a high-grade spiritual rock before.

Han Muye, who was standing in place, did not look at the wooden box. Instead, he looked up at the distant sky. There were clouds rolling over.

“Senior Qi, you should understand that the third level of the sword technique can no longer be measured by spiritual stones.”

Turning to look at Qi Mingyuan, Han Muye said calmly, “This signature sword technique can increase the combat strength of your entire sect by another level once it reaches the third level.”

Beside the Sword Pavilion door, Lu Gao opened his mouth.

‘What did that mean?’

100,000 spiritual rocks was not enough?

Qi Mingyuan seemed to have expected this. His expression did not change as he raised his hand and a long sword appeared.

“This sword is called Moving Wind. It’s a sword that I’ve been using for nearly 60 years. It’s a top-notch semi-spiritual artifact and is worth at least 50,000 spiritual rocks.”

He directly raised the price by 50,000!

One of them really dared to demand more and the other dared to offer more.

Lu Gao held his medium-grade spiritual rock and felt that his heart was about to stop beating.

Then he had a thought.

Senior Brother Han had made such a big deal with someone from the outer sect. Had he seen something he shouldn’t have or heard something he shouldn’t have?

Then, would he be silenced?

He turned to look at Lin Shen. Seeing that Lin Shen’s expression was unchanged, he heaved a sigh of relief.

“Senior Qi, I don’t want this sword or your spiritual rocks.”

Han Muye’s words made Qi Mingyuan and Lu Gao’s expressions change.

Qi Ming frowned. Lu Gao was disappointed.

“Little friend, I’m here because Elder Tuoba Cheng had allowed me to.” Qi Mingyuan looked at Han Muye and said in a low voice, “My Lingjue Sect is a firm ally of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.”

In other words, if he was not a firm ally, it was impossible for Tuoba Cheng to allow him to come here to look for Han Muye.

Han Muye smiled and nodded. “I want your Lingjue Sect’s other signature sword technique, Cloud Sweeping.”

Qi Mingyuan’s expression changed slightly, but Han Muye had already continued, “I’ll only watch it once and remember as much as I can.”

“Senior, don’t worry. I won’t spread it to other outsiders.”

“I’m just trying to confirm my conjecture and see if the direction of my prediction is correct.”

He was exchanging one set of sword technique for another.

Besides, he would only watch the demonstration once.

Qi Mingyuan could not refuse.

He looked at Han Muye and pondered for a moment, then said softly, “Okay.”

Han Muye nodded and turned around. “Instructor Lin, Brother Lu, please bring me some food from the dining hall.”

The two of them quickly cupped their hands and left.

Qi Mingyuan was going to demonstrate Lingjue Sect’s signature sword technique and could not let them see it. They understood.

After the two of them left, Qi Mingyuan raised his hand and unsheathed his sword.

“Little friend, watch carefully. My Lingjue Sect has two sets of signature sword techniques, Cloud Severing and Cloud Sweeping.”

Since he wanted to demonstrate, he did not hide it and directly showed both sets of sword techniques.

The Cloud Severing Sword Technique surged like a storm, and the sword light was like a wheel. The Cloud Sweeping Sword Technique was vast and mighty, and the clouds gathered.

In Qi Mingyuan’s hands, the two sets of sword techniques were like layers of clouds moving, waiting for the sky to collapse.

The sword light stopped, and the wind and clouds stopped.

The green-robed Daoist with the sword in his hand looked like an immortal.

This was a sword cultivator.

Qi Mingyuan looked up at Han Muye.

Han Muye nodded and sighed. “As expected…”

“Senior Qi, your Lingjue Sect’s foundation is still shallow.”

“The wind doesn’t roll with the fire, and there’s no water ripples. It’s too weak.”

“Let Qi Tao learn under the fire-type lineage of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect. Within ten years, the wind will fuel the fire and his sword intent will be perfected.”

Within ten years, the wind would fuel the fire, and the sword intent would be perfected!

Qi Mingyuan’s hand trembled as he held the sword. He pondered for a long time before asking softly, “How can I trust you?”

Hearing his words, Han Muye smiled softly and raised his hands.

In the Sword Pavilion, two sword lights instantly flew down.

The sword in his left hand was Destiny.

The short sword in his right hand was Purple Flame.

Raising the two swords, Han Muye’s eyes seemed to shine through the void.

Flames soared from the Purple Flame Sword.

Wind swirled around the Destiny Sword.

“Senior Qi, watch carefully.”

“The wind fuelling the fire, burning for thousands of miles!”