Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1300 - 1300 Nine Mystic Sword Caretaker Heavenly Venerable (4)

Chapter 1300 - 1300 Nine Mystic Sword Caretaker Heavenly Venerable (4)

1300 Nine Mystic Sword Caretaker Heavenly Venerable (4)

Sword Ancestor Muye had always been accustomed to observing swordsmanship, and now he was itching to try it himself. His skill in evaluating and exchanging swords was exceptionally high.

As everyone turned around, a wave of enthusiasm for sword evaluation and exchange swept through them once again.

The elders, deacons, and elite disciples of the Sword Pavilion had some sword intent to offer.

Even if they couldn’t exchange for top-tier swords, they could still obtain magic treasures and exquisite spirit weapons.

Han Muye was in no hurry. As long as they came for sword evaluation and exchange, he would carefully a.s.sess their swords.

In a hundred years, Han Muye had not appeared in the Nine Mystic Sword Pavilion.

However, in the eyes of outsiders, his cultivation had steadily reached the Heavenly Venerable realm during these hundred years.

The t.i.tle of Sword Ancestor was no longer used in the cultivation world to address him.

He was now known as the Nine Mystic Sword Caretaker Heavenly Venerable

This was the most fitting t.i.tle in everyone’s eyes.

He presided over the Nine Mystic Sword Pavilion, where sword cultivators came to observe and exchange swords.

No one knew that during these hundred years, Han Muye had gathered millions upon millions of sword intentions through sword evaluations and exchanges.

These sword intentions had grown so vast that even his Kui bloodline-tempered body couldn’t contain them.

Three million sword intentions were the limit his body could bear at the moment.

Unfortunately, his Grotto-heaven was in the divine realm, making it impossible to store more sword intentions.

He had to exchange for a way to enhance his sword box, transforming the Infinite Unity Sword Case into an Immortal Treasure.

Within the sword case were a million hidden swords, each nurturing profound sword intents.

Just this sword box alone contained 10 million sword intents.

When needed, he could directly condense these sword intents.

He also exchanged for a sword gourd. After refining it, it was specially used to store sword intents.

A sword gourd could store a million sword intents.

In the past hundred years, many people had come to the Nine Mystic Sword Pavilion.

Back then, the Demon clan’s strongman Xiang Lingshuang, who had followed Han Muye, acted as a guardian outside the Sword Pavilion.

Lu Gao and Instructor Lin had also returned, maintaining order on the first floor of the Sword Pavilion.

Huang Six came to take a look from time to time. Most of the time, he wandered around with Lu Qingping.

Gao Changgong had also returned, sitting on the third floor of the Nine Mystic Sword Pavilion. It was unknown whether he had developed a liking for the third floor.

However, he needed to visit Xiao Yueli once a year, and each time he returned, he looked considerably haggard.

Those who were truly stationed in the Sword Pavilion, besides Zeng Daniu and the others, were Deng Chungang, who had developed a liking for alcohol, and Mo Yuan, who was infatuated with swordsmanship.

Li Xixi was now a swordmaster in command of a million-strong army in Huang Zhihu’s army.

On the other hand, Deng Chungang’s sword skills had somewhat stagnated, so he quietly came to the Sword Pavilion and didn’t want to leave.

As for Mo Yuan, he had been invited by Han Muye to help organize and refine the practice of sword cultivation.

The Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords that Mo Yuan had created was still a technique that Han Muye could often use.

With so many sword cultivation methods available now, all Han Muye had to do was record them on jade slips, and Mo Yuan would start researching how to integrate and incorporate them into his own swordsmanship.

Unknowingly, the nine levels of the Sword Pavilion were already filled with bookshelves.

Each bookshelf held tens of thousands of jade slips.

Each jade slip contained a powerful sword technique.

Mo Yuan jokingly called these jade slips the ‘Myriad Realms Sword Manual,’ as they truly contained sword techniques from myriad realms.

However, Mo Yuan didn’t know where these sword techniques came from and believed that Han Muye had collected them himself.

Although he could not fuse these thousands of sword techniques for the time being, Mo Yuan’s Sword Dao cultivation had already increased by a hundred times. The Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords he used had really reached the realm of destroying the world.

Even Han Muye quietly studied this new Myriad Realms Ancestral Return.

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Four Spirits World.

In the void, a crack was torn open.

A middle-aged man in a light yellow robe took a step forward.

The immortal light surrounding his body revealed his ident.i.ty as an immortal cultivator.

Behind him, figures emerged one after another, walking out of the crack.

300 immortal cultivators wearing light blue battle armor, their bodies enveloped in immortal light, stood solemnly in formation.

“Senior Brother Chen Xu, back then, our disciples from the Yunting Dao Sect led by He Qu came to this realm,” a short-bearded old man in Daoist robes spoke in a low voice.

Chen Xu, the leading Daoist, nodded and scanned his surroundings.

“The treasure left behind by Immortal Venerable Minghe was taken away by He Qu. I want to see his corpse.”

He gave a command, waving his hand and saying, “Find He Qu and kill him.”

“Understood.” The green-armored battle matrix echoed. Immortal light shone and dispersed in all directions.

The immortal light tore through the void, and numerous figures fled.

For beings as insignificant as ants, immortal realm powerhouses wouldn’t hold back.

It was just a ma.s.sacre.

A hundred days later, various pieces of news converged.

He Qu and the others had descended upon this realm, but they were no longer here.

With them were tens of millions of troops and several Heavenly Venerables.

Daoist Chen Xu, who was wearing a green Daoist robe, frowned.

“Immortal Source World?”

“Millions of troops came to this realm, led by He Qu, and they haven’t returned in a hundred years?”

A green-armored Daoist nodded and said, “These ants are scared out of their wits. They can’t be lying.”

“We used secret techniques to search their souls, and the information is consistent.”

“Senior Brother, our deduction is that He Qu and the others conquered the Immortal Source World and found information about the treasure left behind by Immortal Venerable Minghe.”

The other Daoists nodded as well.

It seemed that this was the only explanation for why He Qu and his group hadn’t returned for a hundred years and had cut off all communication.

Hearing his words, Daoist Chen Xu’s eyes flashed coldly.

“Hmph, then I’ll flatten this Immortal Source World and dig out He Qu and the others.”