Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Bai Suzhen did not take out any spiritual herbs. She just looked at Han Muye and was silent for a moment before saying in a low voice, “Senior Brother Han, if it’s difficult for you to recover your cultivation, are you willing to follow me to the Shangyang Demon Sect?”

Go to the Shangyang Demon Sect?

Did the Sect Master of the Demon Sect summon Bai Suzhen back?

Han Muye smiled at Bai Suzhen and said, “Storeowner Bai, are you prepared to let me work for you?”

Bai Suzhen hurriedly said, “No, I…”

Han Muye laughed and shook his head. “I appreciate your kindness.

“As the Sword Pavilion’s Guardian Elder, why would I leave the Nine Mystic Mountain?”

Bai Suzhen was being kind. After all, the current aura of the Shangyang Demon Sect far exceeded that of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

Moreover, Li Mubai was the number one demon cultivator in the Western Frontier. He might be able to help Han Muye cultivate again.

But Han Muye would not leave the Nine Mystic Mountain.

The Sword Pavilion was the foundation of his cultivation.

Without the countless swords in the Sword Pavilion nurturing the sword Qi, he did not know how long it would take to accumulate and condense the supreme sword intent.

Without enough sword intent to support him, how could he catch up to that ancient Sword Dao cultivator, Sword Master Yuan Tian?

In Han Muye’s heart, his goal was to become a sword cultivator who dominated the Western Frontier and even the entire world.

He did not care about the Heaven Realm experts in the Western Frontier.

“I understand.” Bai Suzhen didn’t look up and said softly, “I’ll get someone to send the spiritual herbs over.”

With that, she turned and disappeared like a cloud.

He shook his head.

This rich woman’s thoughts are not right, he thought.

Fortunately, Han Muye did not have any other thoughts. It was orthodox to cultivate peacefully in the Sword Pavilion.

Turning around and returning to the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye walked to the wooden shelves and reached for a long sword.

Sword Qi poured into the sword, and an image came from the sword.

After the sword Qi was nourished, he held the sword and pondered.

Just now, when he was guiding He Hongsen in sword techniques, Han Muye had a thought.

The Sword Pavilion had countless hidden swords. The disciples who came to receive their swords relied on luck to obtain a good sword.

It was impossible for Han Muye to choose a sword for every disciple who came to receive it.

Back then, Gao Changgong, who was holding down and presided over the Sword Pavilion, chose to let it go.

It was an opportunity to obtain a compatible sword.

If the sword he chose was not compatible, he would not be lucky enough.

However, Han Muye felt that he could do better than Gao Changgong.

When this Sword Pavilion Elder who was freeloading in the Southern Wasteland returned, he would make him speechless.

With a chuckle, Han Muye took out a blank jade slip and held the sword in one hand, his eyes flickering.

On his body, a sword qi turned into a phantom. The sword in the phantom’s hand danced, reflecting sword techniques.

Lines of words appeared in the jade slip.

“Jiawu District, Sword No. 5846, Three Forests. The sword is three feet one inch long and weighs 10 catties and eight taels. The blade is an inch wide and the spine is thicker. The blade is fused with wood and round steel.

“This sword is suitable for disciples of the wood lineage from the first level of Qi Condensation to the third level of Foundation Establishment. The accompanying sword technique is Broken Wood, Green Leaf, and Five Blossom Like Snow.”

“Hum—”

The words froze, and the sword Qi shadow around Han Muye landed on the sword.