Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Over the years, countless people had passed through the Heaven Wall to come to the Western Frontier to cultivate the sword, or to the Central Continent.

The Heaven Wall collapsed, and the spiritual energy of the Central Continent surged into the Western Frontier like a raging river.

The spiritual qi in the Central Continent was much richer than in the Western Frontier. Back then, when it poured out, it created a Green Light Mountain that was comparable to a spiritual land.

This time, the entire Heaven Wall collapsed, and spiritual qi directly poured into the Western Frontier.

The entire Central Continent could feel the changes in the spiritual qi of heaven and earth.

However, this time, no one repaired the Heaven Wall.

Who would dare to repair the Heavenly Wall when the new Minister of State made a move?

Minister Han was using the spiritual qi of the Central Continent to nourish the Western Frontier to thank the Western Frontier for providing for him.

At the same time, the Heaven Wall shattered, and the power of heaven and earth in the Western Frontier fused into the Central Continent. Minister Han had the support of the Heavenly Dao in the Western Frontier behind him. When he entered the Central Continent, his power instantly overlapped.

This was what he relied on.

If he did not control the power of heaven and earth, what right did he have to be called a minister?

After breaking through the Heaven Wall, the lightning dragon carrying Han Muye did not stop walking and entered Shuxi County.

At the back, the new emperor\'s carriage followed. Groups of soldiers and flying ships surged.

All the sects in the Western Frontier sent experts to protect them.

The Western Frontier had produced a minister. As a part of the Western Frontier\'s cultivation world, every sect had to contribute to build up the minister\'s strength.

Countless cultivators were enthusiastic about this matter.

As the saying went, when a person achieved the Dao, even chickens and dogs would ascend to the heavens. Han Muye became the new minister, and all the cultivators in the Western Frontier had a chance to enter the Central Continent.

Han Muye had also broken through the Heaven Wall and guided the spiritual energy of the Central Continent into the Western Frontier, allowing the various sects of the Western Frontier to cultivate smoothly in the future.

The cultivation world of the Western Frontier naturally had to return the favor.

When Han Muye entered the Central Continent, there were already millions of cultivators following him in the Western Frontier.

"He has finally left…" Bai Suzhen, who was wearing a white dress, stood on a limestone and said softly.

Demonic aura surged from her body.

White Deer Mountain.

Today, the White Deer Mountain Academy was already filled with houses. The golden Great Spirit enveloped a radius of three hundred miles.

Dongfang Shu, dressed in a white robe, stood solemnly in front of the White Deer Mountain Academy.

In addition to the plaque of the White Deer Mountain Academy, there were also four lines of the White Deer Mountain\'s Heart for Heaven and Earth.

Dongfang Shu\'s current cultivation had long stepped into the realm of a grandmaster.

A Confucian Grandmaster was already a top expert when the power of karma and reincarnation was suppressed.

However, Dongfang Shu was good at teaching and educating people. He did not pay much attention to fighting and killing.

Dongfang Shu stood in front of the mountain gate. Behind him were instructors in green robes.

The White Deer Mountain Academy did not have the same influence as the Royal Academy. Among these instructors, there were only two grandmasters and only a dozen grandmasters.

Most of the other instructors were Confucian Dao masters who were at the level of sergeants.

Behind them were Confucian scholars in gray robes.

These White Deer Mountain students had swords at their waists, and the Great Spirit and Sword Qi on their bodies intertwined, making them look extremely heroic.

Up until now, not only Bailu Mountain, but all the Confucianism in Heavenly Mystic advocated scholars carrying swords.

After Huang Zhihu\'s group of students from the White Deer Mountain Academy had interacted with each other, there were many more sword scholars.

"Clang—"

The bell for class rang crisply.

Everyone looked up at the figure that descended from the sky and walked forward step by step.

The former mountain path had become a bluestone path.

What remained unchanged was the person who climbed the mountain.

On the stone steps, Han Muye slowly walked up, just like how he had ascended the White Deer Mountain under the moon back then. He had discussed the Dao with Dongfang Shu and finally convinced him to build the White Deer Mountain Academy on his behalf.

With every step Han Muye took, the entire White Deer Mountain shook.

In the sky above White Deer Mountain, endless purple aura began to surge.

Han Muye used poetry as a sword and the four lines that established the White Deer Mountain attracted the attention of everyone.

All along, Han Muye had not returned to White Deer Mountain.

Therefore, the Aura of Hope on the White Deer Mountain remained and gathered into a purple cloud that lingered around the Academy.

These people waited for Han Muye to arrive and collect them.

"Boom!"

The aura of hope enveloped Han Muye and turned into a pillar of light.

The golden Great Spirit intertwined with the purple pillar of light, and Han Muye\'s aura was extremely profound.

The Great Spirit once again filled his divine treasures.

In his Qi Sea, there was originally only a long sword left. At this moment, the Man\'s Hope Qi poured into his Qi Sea and turned into a purple sea.

In the sky, the phantom of the sword hanging from his waist became more and more solid.

Han Muye climbed the mountain step by step, attracting the attention of the people on White Deer Mountain.

This was the hope that had been accumulated for nearly 30 years, waiting for its master to arrive.

Outside the White Deer Mountain, Dongfang Shu clenched his fists excitedly.

Back then, Dongfang Shu had agreed to Han Muye\'s arrangements and built the White Deer Mountain Academy here.

At White Deer Mountain, Dongfang Shu had been waiting for Han Muye to return.

The people here had been waiting for Han Muye to return.

This day had finally arrived!

"Welcome back to White Deer Mountain…"

Dongfang Shu bowed to Han Muye, who was slowly walking over, his long sleeves hanging to the ground.

Behind him, all the teachers and students of White Deer Mountain bowed and shouted, "Welcome back to White Deer Mountain, Mountain Elder—"

The surging Great Spirit qi on Han Muye\'s body fused with his expectations and transformed into a golden seal.

This seal represented both the power of Confucianism and the power of Heaven and Earth.

As the seal was formed, the Central Continent shook.

Han Muye looked up at the mark on the golden seal and saw the words "Heaven and Earth Authority".

This seal represented the recognition of the Heavenly Mystic World, and represented Han Muye\'s own strength becoming extraordinary.

The Absolute Sage Realm of Confucianism!

Because of the Dao competition, he could not enter karma and reincarnation, so Han Muye\'s Confucian power condensed into a seal.

If not for the Dao competition, he would have already stepped into the Sage Realm.

For thirty years, the people of the Central Continent gathered together, and the power of Heaven and Earth gathered together. This was the opportunity to become a Sage!

Looking at the golden seal, Dongfang Zhiwen\'s eyes flashed with envy, then a hint of regret.

"Mountain Elder… what a pity," Dongfang Shu muttered.

Han Muye shook his head and chuckled. "It\'s not difficult for me to become a Sage. The path of cultivation has never been about cultivation."

Cultivation did not require cultivation.

Dongfang Shu wanted to answer, but he could not.

Only people like you who can casually cultivate and become extraordinary will think like this, right?

Han Muye entered the White Deer Mountain Academy and gathered everyone\'s attention for 30 years. A day later, he rode a lightning dragon straight to the Imperial City.

…

In the sky, in the carriage, Han Muye sat opposite Yunduan.

At this moment, Yunduan looked more solemn and less casual than before.

After all, she was the nominal emperor of this world.

"Minister Han, Minister Wen said that from now on, Heavenly Mystic is in your hands," Yunduan said softly as she looked at the man sitting motionlessly in front of her.

Han Muye nodded.

The battle outside the Realm became more and more intense. Wen Mosheng and Chen Qingzhi needed to deal with it with all their might.

The last time Han Muye returned to Heavenly Mystic and led an army to suppress all directions, Wen Mosheng had already written this edict.

However, because of the chaos in the Eastern Sea, this edict was not immediately announced to the world.

"The Cultivation tournament has already begun. The situation outside the Realm is dire. Heavenly Mystic needs to be stabilized."

"As the rear, give Minister Wen and Martial Marquis as much support as possible."

Han Muye looked at Yunduan and said calmly, "You\'ve already done a good job sweeping through the Eastern Sea and suppressing the Dongnan gate."

Well done.

The reason why Yunduan could successfully ascend to the throne was because she lured tens of millions of Eastern Sea sword cultivators into the Central Continent and suppressed the Dongnan Daoist sects, establishing her prestige.

With the foundation of tens of millions of swords and the support of the royal family, Yunduan ascended to the throne without any obstruction.

Now that Huang Zhihu was in charge of tens of millions of sword cultivators guarding Dongnan, the Daoist Faction did not dare to make any abnormal movements.

Yunduan looked up at Han Muye with a smile.

"Minister Han, don\'t worry. I won\'t interfere in Heavenly Mystic\'s matters. If you need me to do anything, just tell me."

Yunduan chuckled and sighed. "I know my limits. Let\'s not talk about the critical moment. Even under normal circumstances, I\'m not cut out to control the world."

"I\'m suitable to be on the immortal boat with my sister. I\'ll wear a gorgeous dress, put on exquisite makeup, and dance the most gorgeous dance. I\'ll wait… wait for the person I love the most."

For tens of thousands of years, the authority of Heavenly Mystic had been in the hands of the Confucian Way. The royal family might want to compete with it, but they had never succeeded.

Yunduan quietly looked at Han Muye, but he only looked up at the clouds outside the carriage.

"Edict, the Confucianist Grandmaster of the Central Continent, Heavenly Spirit Cultivator, enter the Imperial City with me."

Han Muye raised his hand, and the golden spiritual light turned into words that landed on a purple cloth.