Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

“Go and request him to help. Tell him that I was the one who told you guys.”

Han Muye spoke softly, his expression calm.

Although Mo Yuan returned to Qingmu Town under the alias of the Myriad Sword elder, that place was still under the rule of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

Doing a few things for the Sword Sect and building a friendship with the Sword Sect would be very helpful for his future cultivation.

With Mo Yuan’s experience, even if no one from the Nine Mystic Sword Sect invited him, he would still participate in this mission to eliminate the Three Qin Sword Sect.

Han Muye asked Jiang Han and the others to invite him over, but it was just a favor.

In addition, they were all outer sect disciples of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect and had some ties with the number one outer sect disciple back then.

“Thank you, Senior Brother Han!”

Jiang Han and the others hurriedly bowed again and shouted happily.

This was a pleasant surprise.

Who would dare to say that they would not suffer any losses if they attacked a sect?

Moreover, the lives of outer sect disciples like them were definitely the most worthless.

With an Earth Realm expert holding down the fort, even if he casually protected them, their situation would definitely be different.

Seeing how happy Jiang Han and the others were, the outer sect disciples at the other tables had complicated expressions.

Who wouldn’t want the protection of an Earth Realm expert…

“Eh, it’s Senior Brother Han?”

Suddenly, a voice came from the table behind Han Muye.

Han Muye looked back and smiled. “So it’s Qing’er.”

The female cultivator who spoke was Qiao Qing’er, who had accompanied Han Muye to the Demonstration Building.

Qiao Qing’er’s deskmates were mostly people who had been with her that day.

“I haven’t seen Senior Brother Han in a while. I was preparing to look for you.” Qiao Qing’er had a smile on her face as she raised her glass and gestured to Han Muye.

“What a coincidence. Let me make a toast to Senior Brother.”

Han Muye raised his glass and was about to clink it with Qiao Qing’er’s when the young man sitting opposite him said coldly, “You’re just a Sword Pavilion Sword Caretaker. Are you worthy of calling yourself a senior brother?”

Sword Pavilion’s Sword Caretaker?

His voice was not soft, and everyone on the second floor of the restaurant heard him.

“Sword Caretaker? Isn’t that the job of watching swords in the Sword Pavilion where nine out of ten people die?”

“That’s right. It’s said that Sword Caretakers can’t cultivate sword techniques and have to survive for ten years before they can get the title of deacon. They can only make it if they survive for 60 years.”

“Tsk, this person was so arrogant just now. He said that an Earth Realm expert had a close relationship with him. So he’s just a Sword Caretaker?”

There was an uproar.

Those outer sect disciples’ respect for their inner sect senior brother changed into contempt for the Sword Caretaker in order for them hide their emotions.

Did he really think that he was an inner sect senior brother just because he was wearing a white robe?

Jiang Han and the others’ expressions changed.

“So what if he’s a Sword Caretaker?” Sun Dayong stood up and glared around before glaring at the young man opposite Qiao Qing’er.

“How can you outsiders understand Senior Brother Han’s ability?”

“That’s right. Senior Brother Han is not an ordinary Sword Caretaker.” The others spoke up one after another. They had witnessed Han Muye’s capability that day and were all convinced.

Qiao Qing’er turned around and said coldly, “Huo Ping, what do you mean?”

The young man looked at Han Muye, then at Jiang Han and the others with a mocking expression. “I just don’t want to see a group of fools being bewitched by a mere Sword Caretaker.”

“It won’t take long for me, Huo Ping, to put on this set of clothes.”

Bang! Sun Dayong punched the table and pointed at Huo Ping. “Who are you calling a fool?”

Han Muye’s expression didn’t change. He chuckled and said, “He’s calling you a fool.”

‘He’s calling you a fool.’

Qiao Qing’er, who was sitting behind him, burst out laughing.

“Yes, yes, he’s referring to us as fools.” Han Muye and the others who had received their swords that day all smiled and said.

Huo Ping’s face darkened as he slowly stood up with his fists clenched.

He placed his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.