Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Han Muye did not come to the military camp just for Huang Zhihu. He sat with Lu Yang and analyzed the general situation of the Heavenly Mystic Realm, deducing the forms of the various prefectures and counties.

“I originally planned to use the Mystic Sun Guards to conquer various places. However, there are many experts from the Daoist Sect and the Demon Dao, so I’m not completely confident.” Lu Yang’s expression was a little gloomy.

The battle between Divine Lord Xuan Ming and Wang Muyang had caused the prestige of Confucianism to collapse too severely.

Currently, other than the prefectures and counties, where the suppression of the Grandmasters could stabilize, the other towns were in chaos.

“Minister Wen and Marquis Wu mean to use the Heavenly Mystic chaos to train their troops.” Lu Yang looked at Han Muye.

No matter how chaotic the Heavenly Mystic was, it was impossible for it to surpass Wen Mosheng’s control.

Wen Mosheng didn’t make a move because he wanted everyone in the Heavenly Mystic to experience all kinds of turmoil and unconsciously improve their ability to deal with the chaos.

Han Muye knew that this was not wrong.

Just like weeds growing together with vegetables and fruits, the weeds would definitely grow lushly.

Only those who had experienced more hardships would have the courage to face everything.

“I’ll go see Minister Wen,” Han Muye said as he stood up.

“You have to be prepared.

“The Mystic Sun Guards want to sweep through the world.”

Sweeping across the world!

Lu Yang stood up and nodded solemnly.

If that was the case, he would not hesitate.

As for whether he could do it or not, it was not something he considered.

Han Muye left the camp and asked Zuo Lin and the others to go straight to the upper city of the Imperial City.

His figure was so fast that no one could see him.

In just a moment, he had already arrived in front of the Prime Minister’s residence in the upper city.

The upper city was also much more empty now. Qin Suyang and the other experts were guarding outside the realm.

When they arrived at the Minister’s Mansion, the soldiers at the door were about to stop them when they saw a middle-aged scholar in a green robe walking over quickly.

“Greetings, Mr. Mu Ye.”

“Minister, please come in for a chat.”

Zhou Wenbo, the Chief Supervisor of Minister Wen’s Residence, had the cultivation of a Confucian Grandmaster. Usually, he was in charge of many matters in the Minister’s Residence.

Han Muye nodded and followed Zhou Wenbo into the Minister’s residence.

The mansion was decorated simply, with only a few flowers and plants around.

Many people in green robes or official robes were in a hurry.

This place could be considered the core of the Heavenly Mystic Dynasty.

In the palace hall, there was only a rare court meeting every year.

Walking to the front hall, Han Muye looked up at the figure sitting behind the long table.

It was Minister Wen, yet not Minister Wen.

It was just a Primordial Spirit phantom.

Minister Wen’s true body was naturally still guarding outside the realm.

“A Great Dao seed is really rare.” Wen Mosheng looked up at Han Muye with a smile.

Before Han Muye could cup his hands, Wen Mosheng said again, “Junior Brother, I’ll leave the Heavenly Mystic Realm to you. How about that?”