Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Han Muye’s words made Cao Pei’s eyes widen.

“This sword is mixed with a trace of Three Suns gold. The Water of the Moyang Spring was used during the tempering and the Golden Sun Stone was used to polish it at the end. It makes sense for it to be named Three Suns.”

Han Muye slowly raised the sword and examined it carefully.

Cao Pei’s lips trembled as he muttered, “Yes… yes… that’s right…”

“Clang—”

He sheathed the sword.

Han Muye threw the sword back into the wooden box and said indifferently, “It looks like a good sword that has been tempered thousands of times. The three Yang-attribute powers are accumulated, and there’s no ice power to neutralize it. Are you afraid that this sword won’t break quickly enough?”

Cao Pei’s face turned red. He opened his mouth to speak, but Han Muye had already pointed at the second sword.

The Cao family disciple holding the sword brought the wooden box forward and opened it.

A long bronze sword lay among them, with green and gray silk underneath.

Before Cao Pei could introduce, Han Muye had already reached for the sword.

“Clang—”

When the sword was unsheathed, the light was cold.

“Distant? This sword is not bad. It’s made of light and shadow stone. It’s three feet long and can penetrate metal.”

Waving the sword gently, Han Muye put it back into the wooden box.

Cao Pei breathed a sigh of relief.

Han Muye reached for another sword.

“There’s too much Wind Spiritual Iron inside. Unfortunately, such a good semi-spiritual artifact has been refined into an ordinary mortal artifact.”

“Too much pleated steel has been used in tempering. This sword has become trash.”

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The sweat on Cao Pei’s forehead began to roll down again.

“Frosted ice and 70% steel? The forging method of three layers of the Abyss? This sword is good enough to be stored on the second floor.” Han Muye held a three-foot sword, his eyes shining.

“Ice Break? The name isn’t bad either. Unfortunately, when it was refined, the forging technique seemed to be a little lacking.”

Han Muye gently sheathed the sword and turned to look at Cao Pei.

“This sword seems to have been made by a female swordsmith?”

Cao Pei’s face was filled with reverence. He stretched out his thumb and gestured. “Senior Brother, you’re amazing. This sword was personally forged by Miss Cao.”

“The patriarch said that Miss Sun’s Ice Break is a masterpiece.”

Han Muye nodded.

Just now, he had already seen the appearance of the person who forged this sword through the images in his mind.

She was indeed a young girl with good forging talent.

Han Muye eventually took in 15 of the 21 swords.

As far as he was concerned, the remaining six were too problematic to be accepted into the Sword Pavilion.

“Um, Senior Brother, please make an exception.” Cao Pei had a bitter expression as three spiritual lights flashed in his palm.

“I’ve been doing this job for nearly 20 years, and I’ve never brought a sword back.”

“These swords have defect, but they can still be used…”

Hearing his words, Han Muye’s expression changed. “Shouldn’t it not be used if they have defects?”

He pointed at the Sword Pavilion behind him and said coldly, “Every sword here has to be handed over to the disciples of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.”

“This sword is going to accompany them to cultivate and battle.”

“If the sword has defects, it might cost them their lives.”

“Do you think these mere spiritual rocks can buy their lives back?”

Cao Pei froze and opened his mouth. In the end, he cupped his hands in shame and turned to leave.

He did not know how to face his clansmen when he returned.

Han Muye sorted out the swords that were recorded down, then carried the sword Ice Break with both hands to the stairs.

“I’ve collected a top-notch semi-spiritual weapon. It has the right to be sent to the second level of the Sword Pavilion.”

Han Muye held the sword and bowed.

A moment later, there was a faint response from upstairs.

“Send it up.”

Han Muye bowed slightly and walked up to the second floor with the sword.

Finally, there was another chance to enter the second floor of the Sword Pavilion!

Han Muye lowered his head, his eyes glowing bright.