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Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 390: Are You Willing to Draw Your Sword and Mete Out Heavenly Punishment? (3) (Page 2/2)

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“If it were me, I would kill anyone who dared to look at my Dao companion.”

“If I were in the Central Continent, I would have drawn my sword and killed him long ago.”

For a time, on River Heart Island, there was a commotion on both sides of the river bank.

Han Muye listened quietly without saying a word.

A moment later, the Fire Spirit Dao Sect disciple who asked the question frowned and bowed. “Immortal Han, what does this story have to do with you cultivating for yourself?”

Han Muye nodded, looked at the young man, and said calmly, “What would you do if this happened to you?”

Without hesitation, the young man shouted, “I’ll draw my sword and kill him.”

Han Muye let out a long laugh. “When we cultivate, isn’t it because we have the power to draw our swords?

“When disaster strikes, do we have the power to draw our swords?”

When disaster strikes, do we have the power to draw our swords?

For a moment, countless people held their swords tightly.

“The good and evil in the world are not determined. We cultivate not with the intention to kill, but to have the sword in our hands and the power to draw it.”

Han Muye’s eyes were deep as he shouted, “One day, when you meet this Confucian scholar, are you willing to draw your sword for him?”

“Yes!” Lin Shen replied loudly.

The others nodded lightly.

“One day, when you encounter such an evil person, are you willing to draw your sword and kill him?” Han Muye spoke again.

“Yes!”

This time, more people answered.

“One day, when the world is evil, are you willing to draw your sword and mete out heavenly punishment?” Han Muye shouted.

Draw the sword and mete out heavenly punishment?

Everyone was stunned.

“Didn’t we cultivate for the sake of having indestructible righteousness in our hearts? Didn’t we cultivate for the sake of drawing our swords and killing all the evil in the world?

“If you only cultivate to survive, why would you bullsh*t cultivate if you don’t even dare to pull out the sword in your hand when you encounter injustice?

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“Cultivating for yourself, isn’t it so that you can be carefree and become an immortal?

“Could it be that only by cutting off all emotions, enduring all kinds of suffering, and reaching great heights for tens of thousands of years can it be considered cultivation?”

Han Muye shouted, his voice echoing for a hundred miles.

His voice resonated between heaven and earth.

On the clouds, the Golden Core cultivators were silent.

After cultivating for countless years, they had long been disillusioned.

But did they really forget after becoming disillusioned?

On River Heart Island, some people were breathing heavily and clenching their fists. Some people’s eyes flickered, and spiritual qi and sword light rose from their bodies.

Some gritted their teeth, their eyes flashing with uncontrollable hatred. Some looked up with tears in their eyes.

On the river bank, the cultivators who were sitting around became silent.

“I remember that when I first started cultivating, I had a junior sister, Jin’er, who was gentle and pleasant. My fellow disciples liked her.

“I loved her too, but I never dared to express it.”

On the stone cliff by the river bank, a middle-aged Daoist in a green robe raised his head and looked toward the sky.

“Eight years after joining the sect, we completed a sect mission together and met a Spiritual Dao Sect disciple.

“Just because Junior Sister Jin’er was dissatisfied with the Spiritual Dao Sect snatching all the spiritual herbs we needed to complete our mission, she said something.”

The Daoist’s eyes were bloodshot. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.

“A Spiritual Dao Sect’s disciple stabbed Junior Sister Jin’er’s chest with a wind blade.

“Her blood spouted like spring water. I wanted to press my hands on the wound, but I couldn’t.

“I remember Junior Sister whispering to me, asking me to live on.

“I’m alive.

“I’ve lived 380 years.

“I’ve lived like a coward for 380 years!”

Spiritual light rose from the middle-aged Daoist’s body. The soaring sword intent condensed into one. He stared at the sky and shouted.

“Zhou Chenggang of the Spiritual Dao Sect, do you remember the green-robed female cultivator you killed at the foot of Black Conch Mountain 380 years ago?”

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