Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 1147 - 1147 Dripping Blood Cliff, Soul-Severing Valley, Burial Immortal City (5)

1147 Dripping Blood Cliff, Soul-Severing Valley, Burial Immortal City (5)

An elderly man with white hair looked worried.

Indeed, they had already shed all pretense of cordiality. It was really difficult for the Murong family to leave safely.

Han Muye had no objections to the Murong family’s arrangements.

For the continuation of the family clan, enduring humiliation, fleeing, and protecting was the right thing to do.

When Murong Chi, Murong Fu, and the others came to ask Han Muye to take them away, Han Muye, who was gently wiping his sword, simply said lightly,

“Okay.”

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“The Murong clan left Puyuan City and took a flying ship to the Wasteland?”

In the main hall of the City Lord’s Mansion in Sanlin City, which was 30,000 miles away, a Daoist in a green robe with a purple-gold crown on his head frowned.

As he whispered, everyone in the entire hall felt the atmosphere suddenly become oppressive.

An oppressive force appeared.

“The Murong family has been under the rule of our Cloud Mist Dao Sect for hundreds of thousands of years. Such an escape is a betrayal of the Dao Sect,” an old man with a square face and a black beard shouted in a low voice.

Beside him, an old man in a green and gray Daoist robe also said, “Lord Guardian, this is a defection.”

In the hall, seven or eight cultivators with different figures but extraordinary bearings spoke up.

These people were filled with righteous indignation and wished they could immediately send troops to kill the Murong family.

“The Murong Family has been a family clan under our Dao Sect for a long time, but now, they have no choice but to escape. Does this mean that I have mismanaged the region and caused a rebellion?” The Daoist looked up and spoke calmly.

These words silenced the entire hall.

Everyone was stunned.

“Lord Guardian, are you going to let them leave?” The white-haired Daoist who had spoken previously muttered in a daze.

Daoist Zhu Yun, who guarded the three cities, was a Void Refinement Heaven Immortal expert and an elite of the Cloud Mist Dao Sect.

Would such a powerful figure still hesitate and not dare to take action against the Murong family?

“Leave?” Hearing the white-haired Daoist’s words, Daoist Zhu Yun slowly stood up, his eyes filled with killing intent.

“If they leave alive, doesn’t that mean that I can’t even keep a mere Murong clan here?”

“If there is chaos in the region of the Three Cities, then let it be even more chaotic.”

“The Murong clan was intercepted and killed by bandits. Wouldn’t it be a great merit for me to eliminate the bandits from the Wasteland?”

Slowly turning his head, Daoist Zhu Yun’s gaze landed on the people in the hall.

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

“Rest assured, I won’t cause too many casualties. I will act prudently,” he said with a wave of his hand.

“Go on.”

Daoist Zhu Yun waved his hand.

Go.

He ordered them to go and intercept the Murong family, pretending to be bandits.

And after the deed was done, Daoist Zhu Yun himself would take action to suppress them.

However, no one in the hall dared to question it, let alone resist.

The Dao Sect was the heavens.

The words of the Lord Guardian were like heavenly decrees.

Who would dare to defy the heavens?

They could only hope that Zhu Yun Daoist would keep his promise and minimize the casualties.

…

There were a total of 12 flying ships that were 1,000 feet long, and all the Murong clansmen were on them.

Everyone who wanted to leave the Murong family followed suit.

Murong Chi looked at Han Muye, who was standing solemnly on the deck, and said softly, “Senior Yunlan, let’s go to Fragment Gold City to pick up the disciples guarding the mineral vein and then leave directly.

“As for the vein, Senior can take it all.”

The Murong family was decisive in their departure, taking everything they could with them.

Coincidentally, this mineral vein was the Fragment Gold ore, and Han Muye was somewhat interested in it.

He wanted to nurture the Fragment Gold Ant, so the more Fragment Gold Ore, the better.

For the Murong family, giving away a vein they couldn’t take with them was not a big deal.

The flying ship’s speed was not fast, mainly because many low-level clansmen could not withstand the astral winds and the speed of travel.

“Someone is attacking the small town ahead.” Han Muye, who was standing on the deck, frowned. He scanned with his spiritual sense and said calmly, “Go and rescue them first. I’ll guard the flying ship.”