Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The battle outside the Realm became more and more intense. Wen Mosheng and Chen Qingzhi needed to deal with it with all their might.

The last time Han Muye returned to Heavenly Mystic and led an army to suppress all directions, Wen Mosheng had already written this edict.

However, because of the chaos in the Eastern Sea, this edict was not immediately announced to the world.

“The Cultivation tournament has already begun. The situation outside the Realm is dire. Heavenly Mystic needs to be stabilized.”

“As the rear, give Minister Wen and Martial Marquis as much support as possible.”

Han Muye looked at Yunduan and said calmly, “You’ve already done a good job sweeping through the Eastern Sea and suppressing the Dongnan gate.”

Well done.

The reason why Yunduan could successfully ascend to the throne was because she lured tens of millions of Eastern Sea sword cultivators into the Central Continent and suppressed the Dongnan Daoist sects, establishing her prestige.

With the foundation of tens of millions of swords and the support of the royal family, Yunduan ascended to the throne without any obstruction.

Now that Huang Zhihu was in charge of tens of millions of sword cultivators guarding Dongnan, the Daoist Faction did not dare to make any abnormal movements.

Yunduan looked up at Han Muye with a smile.

“Minister Han, don’t worry. I won’t interfere in Heavenly Mystic’s matters. If you need me to do anything, just tell me.”

Yunduan chuckled and sighed. “I know my limits. Let’s not talk about the critical moment. Even under normal circumstances, I’m not cut out to control the world.”

“I’m suitable to be on the immortal boat with my sister. I’ll wear a gorgeous dress, put on exquisite makeup, and dance the most gorgeous dance. I’ll wait… wait for the person I love the most.”

For tens of thousands of years, the authority of Heavenly Mystic had been in the hands of the Confucian Way. The royal family might want to compete with it, but they had never succeeded.

Yunduan quietly looked at Han Muye, but he only looked up at the clouds outside the carriage.

“Edict, the Confucianist Grandmaster of the Central Continent, Heavenly Spirit Cultivator, enter the Imperial City with me.”

Han Muye raised his hand, and the golden spiritual light turned into words that landed on a purple cloth.