Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

She had a sweet mouth too.

Recently, Jinyang City had come to He Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s new sect master’s inauguration ceremony. Lu Qingping had brought Huang Zhihu over to visit Han Muye.

After all, it was rumored that Han Muye’s aptitude and cultivation had all been severed this time, and he had no chance to cultivate at all.

However, there was another rumor on the Nine Mystic Mountain.

Didn’t they see that every time Elder Tuoba Cheng was beaten until he vomited blood, he would become stronger?

Now that he had become a Heaven Realm expert, he was about to become the sect master.

It was not the first time Elder Han of the Sword Pavilion had lost his cultivation. How could he not have been crippled and cultivated back?

This was how a sword immortal came about.

Han Muye did not expect that his title of Sword Dao Immortal meant that he had been beaten down to the mortal world and had risen again.

Mu Wan and the others were surrounded by a pink little girl in the courtyard specially used by the outer sect to receive guests.

“If you like a little girl like Zhihu, give birth to one yourself.” When Han Muye entered the small courtyard, he happened to hear Lu Qingping’s voice.

Whether it was Lu Qingping, Mu Wan, or the others, they were all happy that Han Muye had come out of seclusion.

“Senior Brother Han, if you don’t come out of seclusion soon, my Suzhen Store will close.” Bai Suzhen stood up and looked at Han Muye walking over with a smile.

The others were more reserved. They either smiled and nodded or called him “Senior Brother Han”.

Lu Qingping held the little girl’s hand and walked over. Then, she lowered her head and said, “Zhihu, quickly kowtow to Foster Father.”

The little girl immediately lay on the ground and kowtowed.

This time, Han Muye panicked.

The surrounding female cultivators burst into laughter.

Holding Huang Zhihu’s hand, Han Muye found a few spiritual fruits he had brought back from Green Ray Mountain and stuffed them to her.

As expected, the little girl was still easy to coax. She carried the spiritual fruit and went to play.

It was just a coincidence that Mu Wan and the others were gathered together. After all, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s Sect Master Succession Ceremony was considered the number one grand event in the Western Frontier.

Be it Mu Wan, Bai Suzhen, or Lin Yuxia, they were all related to the Nine Mystic Mountain. When their sect came to the Nine Mystic Mountain to attend the ceremony, they would be the first to bring them.

With Mu Wan around, Linghua Pavilion could come to the Nine Mystic Mountain and establish some connections with the cultivators of the Pill Hall. They could even arrange a residence.

Bai Suzhen and the other members of the Shangyang Demon Sect were from a large sect, so they treated them seriously.

Lin Yuxia’s sect was only under the Nine Mystic Sword Sect. There was not even a place to stay on the mountain. She had to find Lin Shen to arrange a place to stay.

The current Instructor Lin was quite famous on the Nine Mystic Mountain.

After all, even a Golden Core Realm cultivator would not be able to cut through three hundred miles of mountains and rivers with a single strike.

If not for the fact that Lin Shen only stayed in the Sword Pavilion and went elsewhere on the Nine Mystic Mountain, he would at least be a deacon elder.

The people from the Battle Sword Hall had come several times.

All the female cultivators asked Han Muye about his cultivation.

Han Muye did not explain specifically. He only said that there was a chance to re-cultivate.

Han Muye did not sit in the small courtyard for long. After all, he did not feel very comfortable.

Before leaving, Lu Qingping suddenly said, “Senior Brother Han, let Zhihu stay in the Sword Pavilion in the future.”

Han Muye froze and turned to look at her.

“Whether it’s Sixth Brother or you, you’re both from the Sword Pavilion. Zhihu should grow up in the Sword Pavilion.” Lu Qingping stood up and held Huang Zhihu’s hand.

“Zhihu, do you want to be like your father and a great hero like your foster father?”

Hearing Lu Qingping’s question, Huang Zhihu, who was holding the spiritual fruit, nodded heavily.

“Mother, big heroes get to eat fruits every day, right?”

…

Han Muye did not refuse to let Huang Zhihu stay on the mountain.

The Nine Mystic Sword Sect would be the number one sect in the Western Frontier in the future. The cultivation atmosphere was not something the small Jinyang City could compare to.

It was better for Huang Zhihu to stay in the Nine Mystic Mountain than in Jinyang City.

However, he did not agree to let Huang Zhihu enter the Sword Pavilion now.

What could such a child do in the Sword Pavilion?

He wasn’t in a hurry to make the arrangements. It wouldn’t be too late to wait until the inauguration ceremony was over.

After leaving the small courtyard, Han Muye returned to visit many people.

For example, the Young Sect Master of the Moonlight Sword Sect, Wanyue, who was wearing a loose robe.

Of course, he visited Duan Yihong of Infinite Dao Sect, Wang Xuanji of Xuansheng Dao, and the others one by one.

When he was in seclusion, many elites from the various sects of the Western Frontier came.

It was mid-afternoon when they returned to the Sword Pavilion.

“Senior Brother Han.”

At the entrance of the Sword Pavilion, Yang Mingxuan, who was wearing a green robe, stepped forward and bowed.

Han Muye frowned.

“Are you really not going to be the Sect Master of the Bright Mountain Sword Sect?”

Jiang Ming had previously told Han Muye that the Mingshan Sword Sect had begged Yang Mingxuan to be the sect master, but Yang Mingxuan had refused.

This terrified the Bright Mountain Sword Sect.

After all, their position at the bottom of the nine sects was completely empty.

Without Yang Mingxuan, their Bright Mountain Sword Sect did not even have the intention to compete for the position of the nine sects. How would they know that the position of the nine sects would be theirs?

Now that Yang Mingxuan had snatched the position of the Nine Sects, he wanted to be a Sword Caretaker in the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s Sword Pavilion.

Without Yang Mingxuan, wouldn’t the position of the nine sects of the Bright Mountain Sword Sect be completely lost?

“Why should I pick up the mess of the Bright Mountain Sword Sect?” Yang Mingxuan shook his head and said in a low voice, “I’m still free in the Sword Pavilion.”

True.

Now, anyone who wanted to be the sect master of the Bright Mountain Sword Sect would be in a terrible fix.

Yang Mingxuan staying on the Nine Mystic Mountain shocked everyone, making them not dare to have any designs on the Bright Mountain Sword Sect.

As long as the Nine Mystic Sword Sect was the number one sect in the Western Frontier, the Bright Mountain Sword Sect would not fall.

Han Muye nodded. Before he stepped into the Sword Pavilion, someone came to invite him.

The disciples of Three Stones House were now on duty in the hall and usually helped Tuoba Cheng convey the news.