Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

This token could only prove that someone with the surname Gongsun was accepting the Bi brothers as disciples, but no one knew which family.

Could it be that an insignificant member of the Gongsun family could also suppress the reputation of the Sword Sect?

Ke Zhenyue nodded and took a deep breath, “That’s right, even if it’s the Gongsun family…”

Before he could finish speaking, a voice sounded from the alley behind him.

“What about our Gongsun family?”

His voice was clear, but there was a hint of authority mixed in.

The people around the alley quickly dispersed, revealing a calm young man in a moon-white brocade robe.

Behind the young man, sword cultivators in green robes stood solemnly.

Upon seeing this young man, Ke Zhenyue frowned.

He seemed to have seen this young man before, but he could not remember where he saw him.

The young man strode forward and stood in front of the small courtyard. He raised his hand and bowed.

“Gongsun Zhi of the Gongsun family is here on the orders of my patriarch to bring the two of you in.”

With that, he straightened his back and looked around.

“My patriarch, Gongsun Shu of the Heavenly Mystic Dynasty, has personally accepted Bi Yun and Bi Chong as his disciples. Today, Gongsun Zhi has come to welcome you into the Gongsun family.”

Gongsun Zhi did not look at the changes in the expressions of the people around him. He only said indifferently, “All those who disrespect the two martial uncles and their families are provoking my Gongsun family and my patriarch, Lord Gongsun Shu.”

Gongsun Zhi.

Gongsun Shu!

Only then did Ke Zhenyue remember who the young man in front of him was.

Among the young sword cultivators in the Imperial City, Gongsun Zhi, the number one of the Gongsun family’s younger generation, had the ability to suppress all directions and fight to a draw with Mo Zishu, who was known as the young dragon of swordsmanship!

His grandfather was the number one expert of the Gongsun family and the top sword cultivator in the Imperial City, the invincible great sword cultivator, Gongsun Shu!

One sword to suppress the Imperial City!

How many people could have such an honor in the cultivation of the Sword Dao?

How many swordsmen in the world could compare to Gongsun Shu?

That was the top sword cultivator in the world!

Are they going to compete with such a person for disciples today? the surrounding people wondered.

Are they worthy?

Is the Gathering Sword Sect worthy?

Du Hai, who was holding a long sword in his hand, was pale. The tip of the sword trembled, as if he could no longer hold the sword in his hand.

Gongsun Zhi did not look at them. His gaze fell on Bi Yun and Bi Chong, then he raised his head with a smile on his face.

“Seniors, pack up and follow us to reside in the upper city.”

Reside in the upper city!

The upper city of the Imperial City was where the important ministers of the dynasty lived.

Those who could live in the upper city, which one of them wasn’t someone that could make the Heavenly Mystic tremble with a stomp of their feet?

Bi Wuhe’s family, who lived in a low-rise house in the lower city, was invited to live in the upper city!

The surrounding neighbors were all terrified and stared at Bi Wuhe with extremely envious gazes.

At this moment, Bi Wuhe was a little dumbfounded.

He would never have thought that the one who wanted to take his own children as disciples would be the invincible Gongsun Shu of the Imperial City.

When he obtained the jade token yesterday, he had wondered which Gongsun family had taken his children as disciples.

Gongsun Shu’s name was the first one he ignored.

Because he didn’t dare to think about it.

Why would a top sword cultivator take his own children as his disciples?

Impossible.

However, at this moment, Gongsun Zhi clearly stated that it was Gongsun Shu who accepted Bi Yun and Bi Chong.

“Gongsun, Senior Invincible?” Bi Wuhe looked at Gongsun Zhi in disbelief and asked softly.

“My patriarch does have this name.” Gongsun Zhi nodded.

The eyes of the two little guys standing behind Bi Wuhe lit up.

Invincible. Does this title refer to the Martial Uncle who wants to take us as his disciples?

Jin Yunmei reached out and grabbed Bi Wuhe’s arm, her fingers turning white.

At this moment, her mind was in a mess.

How can my own children be taken in as disciples by Senior Gongsun Invincible?

The courtyard and the surroundings were silent. Everyone was looking at Bi Wuhe.

“Clang—”

The sword in Du Hai’s hand fell to the ground, and his entire body went limp as he fell to the ground, trembling.

...

Beside him, Ke Zhenyue was not much stronger.

The sound of the sword falling woke Bi Wuhe up.

He looked around with a smile on his face. He cupped his hands and said to Gongsun Zhi, “Young Master Gongsun, please wait a moment. We’ll pack up and leave.”

He held Jin Yunmei and the two little guys’ hands and returned to the room to pack some clothes. Bi Wuhe and the others walked out and closed the door.

Jin Yunmei looked at the closed door with a complicated expression.

Their family had lived in this hut for nearly a year.

Although life had been tough these past few years, it was still considered peaceful.

Fortunately, the future would be better!

Jin Yunmei, who had recovered from her injuries, smiled and led Bi Yun and Bi Chong out with Bi Wuhe.

Gongsun Zhi did not look at the outsiders. He turned around and led the Bi Family out of the alley. They boarded the carriage and headed uptown.

From the beginning until the end, no one paid attention to Ke Zhenyue and Du Hai from the Gathering Sword Sect.

...

The direct descendants of the Gongsun family would consider it an affront to their status if they took another look at these people.

The neighbors outside the small courtyard quietly retreated.

Seeing this scene today, the people of the Gathering Sword Sect were furious.

However, they could not care less now. After offending the Gongsun family, the Gathering Sword Sect would probably have to consider how to save their lives.

To ordinary mortals and cultivators, the rules of the Imperial City were insurmountable.

However, true experts and large factions were people who set the rules.

In the small courtyard, Ke Zhenyue slowly turned around and looked at the empty space around him.

“D-Junior Brother Du, we, we-”

Du Hai, who had fallen to the ground, got up and picked up the sword on the ground. Then he lowered his voice and said, “Senior Brother, we can’t stay in the Imperial City anymore.”