Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

It was also because of the popularity of this gift bag that Lu Yuzhou was paid a commission of 80 million spiritual rocks.

When 80 million spiritual rocks were sent to Lu Yuzhou’s courtyard, Yan Zhenqing and the other Confucian scholars were envious.

The group of scholars had extorted this kind of ill-gotten wealth a few times.

Lu Yuzhou probably didn’t participate in the literary conference because he wanted to avoid these guys.

“Tell Brother Lu that there are probably many opportunities in the Battle of No Resentment Realm. Ask him if he wants to go.”

After understanding the karma, he knew that the outcome of Han Muye’s No Resentment Realm’s battle was actually tied to the future of the Heavenly Mystic Realm.

No wonder Wen Mosheng valued it so much.

If they could win this Battle of No Resentment Realm, the Heavenly Mystic World would definitely undergo a transformation.

“I understand.” Lu Yang hurriedly bowed.

Han Muye nodded and left the Mystic Sun Guards’ office.

After returning to Moon Viewing Town, Mu Wan went back to the Pill Destiny Pavilion and told Han Muye that the Mu family’s patriarch and Fairy Peony were staying in Baili Xinglin’s residence.

Baili Xinglin was prepared to personally take her guests to the Jade Rainbow Realm during the Alchemy Conference.

Mu Wan would also go.

On this day, the various rules of the Alchemy Conference were announced, and the alchemy world in the Imperial City was in an uproar.

Most of the alchemy cultivators rubbed their palms together, eager to give it a try. They hoped to stand out during the Alchemy Conference and head to the Jade Rainbow Realm to cultivate their alchemy.

However, there were also many sect alchemists who hesitated.

Following the army to the Void World and joining the army would impose restrictions on alchemy cultivators that were not small.

However, before those abnormal sounds could be heard, news had already arrived outside the Imperial City.

Due to the disobedience of the Decheng Countys Lianyue Valley, the alchemy cultivators in the valley were unwilling to participate in the Alchemy Conference. The commanders of the three prefectures of the Mystic Sun Guards personally took action.

Three thousand Mystic Sun Guards swept through the Lianyue Valley.

In the end, not a single blade of grass grew.

Butcher Lu’s name was even more famous after the massacre.

This massacre made the alchemy cultivators who were complaining hold their tongues.

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In the Red Flame Army’s camp on the west side of the Imperial City.

Groups of Mystic Sun Guards in blood-colored armor stood solemnly.

These Mystic Sun Guards were all holding battle armors or weapons.

In front of the military formation, the tall Marquis Chongwu, Chen Qingzhi, had a solemn expression.

When Han Muye, who was wearing a green robe, arrived at the camp, his eyes turned cold.

“Marquis Wu.” Han Muye cupped his hands and bowed.

Chen Qingzhi nodded, then raised his hand and bowed.

“Chen Qingzhi begs you to confer the title of Dao Deity on the dead soldiers of the Red Flame Army.”

Behind him, countless soldiers of the Red Flame Army knelt on one knee and lowered their heads to shout.

“Sir, please confer the title of Dao Deity on the dead soldiers of our Red Flame Army.”

Endless spiritual light wreaked havoc in the void, intertwining with the grief and indignation of their qi and blood.

The intertwined remnant soul power seemed to be whimpering, expressing the regret of not being able to succeed.

Han Muye’s expression was extremely solemn.

He took a deep breath and looked at Marquis Chongwu.

“Marquis Wu, is this your idea or Minister Wen’s?”

He, Han Muye, could not confer the title of Dao Deity on hundreds of thousands of soldiers who had died.

He didn’t dare either.

He was competing with Wen Mosheng for the power of the Heavenly Dao and forming an endless karma with the Heavenly Mystic world.

It could shake the foundation of Heavenly Mystic Confucianism.

So Han Muye had to ask.