Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 420 - 420 Sword Suppressing the Luck of the Western Frontier, Wood Refinement Affinity (3)

420 Sword Suppressing the Luck of the Western Frontier, Wood Refinement Affinity (3)

The golden-purple sword in his Qi Sea dispersed into endless sword qi and poured directly into the Sword Pavilion’s Hidden Sword.

At this moment, the entire third floor of the Sword Pavilion was dyed golden purple.

Nurturing the sword.

Nourishing Qi with the sword.

People nurturing the sword.

This was the Sword Pavilion.

The Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s sect master’s succession ceremony lasted for three days, and Han Muye showed up on the last day.

Many sect masters and elders came to toast, but they were all injured by Han Muye’s sword qi and could not drink.

“Elder Han.” The sect master of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect, Zhang Cheng, stepped forward and cupped his hands.

Han Muye nodded, and the two of them walked out of the hall.

The Nine Mystic Sword Sect had become the number one sect in the Western Frontier, so it naturally became the number one Sword Sect in the Western Frontier.

The battle between the Wind Spirit Sword Sect and the Nine Mystic Sword Sect ended.

There were naturally countless grudges between the two sects.

However, when the cultivators of the Central Continent came to attack, the sect master of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect chose to fight alongside the Nine Mystic Sword Sect. This more or less showed the sincerity of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect to reconcile.

“When I broke through to the Heaven Realm, I borrowed the power of the Southern Wasteland,” Zhang Cheng said in a low voice as he watched the clouds above the Nine Mystic Realm surge.

Of course, Han Muye knew this.

It was not a secret.

“In the Ten Thousand Demon Secret Realm, there is a treasure that can withstand the lightning tribulation.”

Zhang Cheng turned to look at Han Muye. “That’s a bull horn that supports the sky.”

A single bull horn could block the lightning tribulation!

Han Muye’s eyes flashed.

“Based on the current situation in the Western Frontier, there will definitely be many more Heaven Realm experts coming to suppress the Southern Wasteland’s westward movement.

“There are many half-step Heaven Realm experts in the Western Frontier, but not many of them can survive the lightning tribulation.

“If you can obtain the treasures in the Ten Thousand Demon Mystic Realm, you can help the Western Frontier gain many more Heaven Realms.”

Zhang Cheng’s eyes were filled with anticipation.

As Zhang Cheng turned to leave, Han Muye looked at the sky.

Han Muye was not sure if Zhang Cheng really wanted the Western Frontier to have more Heaven Realm experts or if he had other plans.

It was not important.

He wanted the black bull horns in the Ten Thousand Demon Mystic Realm.

Holding the divine bull, the Kui’s hide in his hand, he was very interested in the bull horns.

“Senior Brother Han.” A voice sounded from behind Han Muye. “Can we still be friends in the future?”

Han Muye turned around and saw a haggard Bai Suzhen.

Bai Suzhen’s gaze landed on Han Muye’s bun.

The small black sword was put back.

According to the rules of the Sword Pavilion, one was not allowed to enter unless one received a sword.

Bai Suzhen had barged into the Sword Pavilion twice.

This was breaking the rules of the Sword Pavilion.

“Looks like Senior Li Mubai told you everything?” Han Muye said softly when he saw Bai Suzhen’s expression.

Bai Suzhen nodded and shook her head.

“Yes, my mother left me a message…”

It turned out that there was a soul mark of Bai Suzhen’s mother in the wooden comb.

“I-I’m preparing to return to the Shangyang Demon Sect. In the future, our business—”

Bai Suzhen looked up at Han Muye.

Han Muye laughed and said, “Friendship is friendship, and business is business. Don’t expect friendship to make it easy to talk business. If you dare to lower the price, I’ll tear down Suzhen Store.”

Friendship.

Business.

Bai Suzhen’s face beamed beautifully as she nodded intensely.

Perhaps it would be difficult for her and Han Muye to take another step forward in the future, but their friendship and business were still there.

“Mu Wan is a good girl.”

Before Bai Suzhen left, she muttered resentfully.

These words stunned Han Muye.

He had thought about it, but he had never thought about it.

“Have you kindled a romance or ended it?”

Li Xixi, who was dressed in black, strode forward.

Li Xixi and the others had arrived at the Nine Mystic Sword Sect the day before.