Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 77: The Myriad Sword Patriarch breaks through 100 armors with one strike

Huang Six blushed. He waved his hand and walked into the quiet room.

“Brother Han, you’re born to be a Sword Caretaker.” Huang Six turned around with a solemn expression.

“The Elder has never sat with anyone. He came today when you called him.”

“It shows that he values you.”

Han Muye nodded.

Be it the Sword Pavilion Elder or Tuoba Cheng, they were both high and mighty experts.

They had been at the top for so long that they had forgotten how to express their gratitude.

It was already extremely rare for the Sword Pavilion Elder to drink and eat together with them.

“Brother Han, although the Sword Condensation Technique can condense powerful sword intent, it damages the soul.”

Huang Six looked at Han Muye and said in a low voice, “Today, I’ll teach you this Sword Condensation technique. Whether you want to cultivate it or not, it’s up to you.”

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An hour later, Huang Six left Han Muye’s quiet room.

In the quiet room, Han Muye sat with a solemn expression.

“Sword Condensation Technique and Soul Condensation Sword. If I’m not careful, my soul will be injured and destroyed.”

“When such a sword is cultivated, is it the sword ruling over the master or master ruling over it…”

With a bright glow in his eyes, Han Muye looked at the White Tiger Scroll in front of him.

For the other techniques, if he cultivated sword Qi and condensed sword intent slowly, it would eventually form a sword momentum.

In Han Muye’s opinion, the Sword Nurturing Technique still had a trace of a traditional cultivator’s path. Although the process of nurturing sword Qi was tiring, he could still support it with spiritual energy and condense sword intent to form a Great Dao.

However, the Sword Condensation Technique relied on the power of the soul to condense and directly form sword momentum!

If he was not careful, his soul might be damaged.

Moreover, the Spiritual Sword condensed could not fuse with his cultivation.

The sword that he spent 60 years condensing could only be used for one strike.

Han Muye deduced the Sword Condensation technique and discovered its flaw.

If the soul of the person who condensed the sword was damaged too much, the Spiritual Sword might even be in control.

Not as a sword master, but as a sword slave.

No wonder Huang Six had told him that it was up to him whether he wanted to cultivate it.

Back then, if Huang Six had other cultivation methods, he would not have cultivated this Sword Condensation Technique, right?

Looking at the various deductions in his mind, Han Muye hesitated for the first time.

Although the Sword Condensation Technique was powerful, if he did not have to cultivate it, he would not cultivate it.

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For the next few days, Huang Six and Han Muye took turns to go to the sect gathering venue.

Huang Six was there to watch Lu Qingping fight.

Han Muye, on the other hand, was there to memorize the battle methods of the elites from the various sects. Then, he analyzed them with Huang Six and Lin Shen.

They would then relay it and provide pointers.

Although Lu Qingping and Lin Yuxia said that they did not want to be arranged, they still gladly accepted the pointers.

When Han Muye went to the venue, he would be called up to the platform by Zhao Pu. Sometimes, he would help to provide feedback on the winner of the battle round.

Everyone was looking forward to this mysterious guest whose words were worth 100,000 spiritual rocks.

Based on some unknown source of information, Qi Mingyuan, the expert from Lingjue Sect, had already quietly returned to the sect.

The reason was that he had received guidance on his sect’s signature sword technique.

He had really spent 100,000 spiritual rocks.

Han Muye gave his feedback again. As long as it was not those sect disciples who had betrayed the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, he would guide them carefully and accurately point out the strengths and weaknesses in their swordsmanship.

Most people could get real help.

The atmosphere in the venue became even more harmonious. Many people were interested to find out who this senior brother was.

The might of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect had unknowingly become engrained in the hearts of people.

Every time the round ended, Tuoba Cheng would leave with an indifferent expression, while Zhao Pu would pat Han Muye on the shoulder and thank him.

The battle on the arena became more and more intense and exciting.

When the experts of the various sects were in battle, they really fought with their best.

Looking at it now, Zhao Pu’s previous arrangements did not affect the loser much.

Because the weak were destined not to reach this stage.

Watching these battles, Han Muye also gained some insights and became more determined in his cultivation path.

A day ago, his spiritual energy cultivation had finally broken through to the third level of the Essence Cultivation Realm, and his dantian space had expanded a little.

Over the past few days, he had secretly exchanged cultivation techniques with Zhao Pu and had gained a lot insights. He had already entered the fifth level of the Essence Energy Cultivation Realm, and his blood qi could transform into the phantom of five iron bulls.

The condensation of his body allowed his body to contain more sword Qi.

“Dong—”

The bell on the Nine Mystic Mountain rang.

In the past few days, the bell would ring every one day or two. The disciples of the various sects were already used to it.

“The fifth layer of defense of the Three Qin Sword Sect’s encampment has been broken. The Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s guest elder, Myriad Sword Patriarch, has broken through 100 armors with a single strike. He has collected 11 high-grade swords and sent them into the Sword Pavilion.”

“Sword Battle Hall’s deacon elder, Lin Che, injured the Three Qin Sword Sect’s law enforcement elder, He Liuyu. He obtained a half-spiritual weapon and sent it to the pavilion—”

The cheers spread throughout the Nine Mystic Mountain.

Han Muye stood up from the stage.

“Uncle-Master, Senior Brother Zhao, I’ll go receive the sword.”

Receive the sword.

The battle at the Three Qin Sword Sect was already getting more and more intense. Layers after layers of defense were taken down, and destruction was only a matter of time.

The swords that had been sent back over the past few days not only displayed the strength of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, but also shocked the various sects participating in the gathering on the mountain.

The competition at the sect gathering venue had stopped. Everyone looked up at the sword lights flying towards the Sword Pavilion.

“It’s the Myriad Sword Patriarch again. This guest elder of the Nine Mystic Mountain can be said to be in the limelight,” someone whispered in the venue.

The Myriad Sword Patriarch achievements in this battle to destroy the Three Qin Sword Sect were really outstanding.

“Is this the strength of the nine factions of the Western Frontier?” someone whispered.

“That’s right. If all the sect’s powerful elders make a move, they can wipe out the entire sect.”

“If the true experts of the Nine Mystic Mountain attack, what will happen?”

In the venue, someone said softly with a pale face.

The strongest people in the Nine Mystic Sword Sect were the three Grand Elders. All of them were at the half-step Heaven Realm.

The Sword Pavilion Elder could reach the Hundred Breath Heaven Realm with a single sword.

Among the five lineages of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, there were many third-level Earth Realm cultivators who had formed Golden Cores.

Until now, none of these people had attacked.

With just a guest elder, Patriarch Myriad Sword, he had already crippled the Three Qin Sword Sect to the point that it was about to be destroyed.

This was the true strength of one of the greatest sect of Western Frontier!

From the looks of it, without the equivalent capability, it was impossible to find out how strong such a large sect was.

The Three Qin Sword Sect that had provoked the Nine Mystic Sword Sect was about to be destroyed.

At the venue, many people looked at each other with extremely complicated expressions.

On the high platform in front of the arena, Tuoba Cheng slowly raised his head.

“The Three Qin Sword Sect is about to be destroyed. Someone should be unable to sit still, right?”

“Little Han is right. Only when a tiger leaves the mountain can it become powerful.”

“After ten years of sharpening the sword, the final outcome is about to be reached.”

In front of the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye and Huang Six took in all the swords.

They were already used to receiving the swords.

This time, the best sword was only a semi-spiritual weapon. It did not need to be sent to the second floor of the Sword Pavilion, so it was much faster to put it away.

In less than half an hour, all the swords were recorded and registered.

“Everyone, you’ve worked hard. All the swords have been recorded.” Standing on the stone steps in front of the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye smiled and cupped his hands at the disciples who had delivered the swords.

“Senior Brother Han.”

Among the people who were delivering the swords, a tall young man took a step forward and cupped his fists at Han Muye. He said in a low voice, “I’m Tang Ming. I was entrusted by my fellow disciples and the Myriad Sword Patriarch to send these spiritual herbs back.”

Tang Ming took out a few packets of spiritual herbs.

These were all spiritual herbs needed to refine lifespan-increasing pills. Zhao Youzhi and Jiang Han had obtained them from the Three Qin Sword Sect.

Of course, no outsider knew the process of them obtaining the spiritual herbs.

Han Muye took the spiritual medicine and said softly, “Thank you, Senior Brother Tang.”

Tang Ming was the top 200 expert of the Nine Mystic Sword inner sect. He had returned this time mainly to escort these spiritual herbs.

Hearing Han Muye’s words, Tang Ming smiled and shook his head. “If it weren’t for Senior Brother Han’s guidance, Junior Brother Luo Cheng and Junior Brother Qin Yi wouldn’t have introduced me to the Myriad Sword Patriarch.”

“The Myriad Sword Patriarch is very knowledgeable. With his guidance, my sword technique has improved greatly. When I return after completing this mission, I’ll battle to reach the top 100 of the inner sect.”

At this point, he smiled and looked at Han Muye. “Junior Brother Jiang Han and the others all say that you’re good at choosing swords. When the time comes, I hope you can help me choose a good sword.”

Han Muye smiled and nodded, then handed over a small jade bottle.

“I can’t let Senior Brother Tang and everyone else work for nothing. This is a small token of my appreciation.”

Tang Ming was slightly taken aback.

Why would he, a top 200 expert from the inner sect, care about a small favor from a Sword Pavilion Sword Caretaker?

He had come because of the Myriad Sword Patriarch.