Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

With just a poem, he killed Daoist ju Shi who ran amok in the region. This made Han Muye see the power and dominance of Confucianism.

His current Confucian Dao cultivation was already at the Grandmaster Realm.

Han Muye had a natural advantage in cultivating the Confucian Dao.

Confucianism seemed reasonable, but it was also completely unreasonable.

The overwhelming literary aura and Great Spirit Qi made one’s heart turn cold.

If he went to the Central Continent, he believed that with his own mastery and the poetry and essays that he could compose, his future achievements in Confucianism would be limitless.

However, Han Muye had also seen the drawbacks of the Confucian Dao when he put the power of a grandmaster to use in the Northern Region.

Connected to the power of heaven and earth, they were bound together for good or ill.

Just like Minister Wen of the Central Continent.

Wen Mosheng became a sage through Confucianism. His cultivation had reached an unfathomable level.

But he couldn’t leave the Heavenly Mystic World.

His power had already fused with the Heavenly Mystic World.

If Minister Wen left the Heavenly Mystic World, the Great Dao of the Heavenly Mystic World would be incomplete.

Once he left the Heavenly Mystic World, his strength would rapidly decline.

This was also the reason why Minister Wen, who was so powerful, did not leave the Heavenly Mystic World.

Han Muye did not want to be trapped in the Heavenly Mystic World like Minister Wen.

Moreover, after cultivating to the grandmaster realm, he felt a trace of heavenly secrets.

Confucianism could only have one sage.

At least in the Heavenly Mystic World, there could only be one Confucian Sage.

Minister Wen had already become a sage, so if Han Muye wanted to reach the supreme level in the Confucian Dao, he had to snatch Wen Mosheng’s sage position.

It was not that he could not snatch it, but it was not worth it.

There were so many cultivation paths for Han Muye to choose. Why did he have to snatch the Confucian Sage position from the scholar?

If he did not cultivate Confucianism, Han Muye could also cultivate the Sword Dao, cultivation techniques, and body. Everything was not bad.

The cultivation techniques he had accumulated now included the legacy of the Western Frontier, the legacy of the Southern Wasteland, the Central Continent, and even many outside the realm.

Many of these cultivation techniques were of high grade.

In particular, he had seen many cultivation techniques outside the realm. The methods were very brilliant.

To be honest, it was not unreasonable for him to produce a great cultivator who could cross the void to conquer.

Han Muye recalled the Nine Suns Technique and other sword techniques he cultivated. They had been inherited from ancient times. They were quite powerful, but they also consumed a lot of energy.

The Profound Sun Technique was the same.

“Do you guys think I can rely on Confucian techniques and fuse them with other cultivation techniques to create a cultivation technique?”

Han Muye looked at Zhao Yunlong and Daoist Dayan and whispered.

Self-created cultivation technique?

Both of them looked surprised.

“Young Master, it’s not impossible to create your own cultivation technique, but it’s too dangerous.”

Zhao Yunlong said softly.

“That’s right. In the past, creating new cultivation techniques always relied on the strength of a sect. Then generations of disciples would experiment and slowly modify the drawbacks.” Daoist Dayan lowered his voice and said.

A sect created a cultivation technique and used its disciples as experiments to constantly modify its shortcomings.

Han Muye’s body trembled slightly, and his eyes flickered.

The Nine Suns Technique and the Profound Sun Technique that he cultivated—weren’t they all created and tested by others?

The two cultivation techniques were not perfect enough.

In other words, he was only a lab rat used to test these cultivation techniques.

Thinking of this, he smiled.

In any case, they were all lab rats. Why should they be other people’s lab rats and not their own?

He stood up and stretched his muscles. He walked to the windowsill and looked at the afterglow of the setting sun.

“The setting sun is infinitely good, and tomorrow is even brighter.

“From now on, I’ll create the cultivation technique I cultivate myself.

“Master Mo Yuan was able to create the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords. It’s not difficult for me to create a cultivation technique, right?”

Zhao Yunlong and Daoist Dayan looked at each other and did not say anything.

With the Young Master’s temperament, he would not change his decision.

Han Muye said that he wanted to create a cultivation technique, but he did not start immediately.

Instead, he had a good sleep. Then he went downstairs to read the books to understand the recent events in the Sword Pavilion.

Liu Hong had recoded the matter in the Sword Pavilion.

After that, he went to the library every day to read all sorts of books and even went to the Treasure Pavilion to exchange for treasures with Liu Hong.

For more than half a month, he did not open the furnace to refine pills, cultivate cultivation techniques, or even cultivate sword techniques.

It was quite enjoyable to stroll around like this.

Liu Hong accompanied him on the mountain every day. Whenever he met disciples, they would bow respectfully.

This made Liu Hong feel smug. He even encouraged Han Muye to go down the mountain to have fun.

If he brought Immortal Han to a restaurant at the foot of the mountain, he wondered if he could go there by himself in the future for free food.

Unfortunately, Han Muye was not interested in going down the mountain.

“Young Master, Elder Tuoba is here.” After returning from reading for half a day in the library and arriving at the entrance of the Sword Pavilion, Jiang Ming hurriedly went forward and reported in a low voice.

He had been busy with business matters recently and had only returned to the Sword Pavilion not long ago.

Han Muye nodded and strode up to the third floor of the Sword Pavilion.

When he reached the third floor, he saw the tall Tuoba Cheng standing in front of the windowsill with his hands behind his back.

“Greetings, Sect Master Tuoba.” Han Muye chuckled.

He was not the sect master, but he was already the acting sect master.

Tuoba Cheng turned around and looked at Han Muye.

“Why don’t you cultivate well?” Tuoba Cheng stared at Han Muye and asked in a low voice.

Hearing his words, Han Muye raised his eyebrows. “Why do I want to cultivate?”

A trace of anger flashed across Tuoba Cheng’s eyes, but he still suppressed it.

He turned and looked out the window.

“You know, our Nine Mystic Sword Sect has never been so prosperous.

“Ten thousand years ago, countless low-level cultivators gathered here. With the Sword Pavilion as the foundation, they only wanted to protect themselves.”