Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 133 - There are Grades Above Supreme-Grade Pills?

Chapter 133: There are Grades Above Supreme-Grade Pills?

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Opportunity.

This matter was very illusory.

Han Muye’s understanding was to fight for it with all his might.

He had never thought of the position of sect master. It seemed too far away.

However, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect was a big sect in the Western Frontier.

The stronger this tree was, the more carefree they could live.

If not for the fact that the sect was powerful, how could the direct disciples of the spiritual land have the chance to experience life?

Most of those small sects and itinerant cultivators were fighting over a spiritual rock.

Walking downstairs, Han Muye went to the entrance of the Sword Pavilion and watched Gao Xiaoxuan play with the little white fox.

Lin Shen and Lu Gao cultivated with all their might. As they sat, spiritual energy and sword qi surrounded them.

Han Muye looked up at the sun overhead.

He slowly closed his eyes, and the spiritual energy in his body returned to his dantian.

A trace of scorching aura spread out from his body, making Gao Xiaoxuan and the little white fox, who were playing, look up.

The little white fox seemed to be afraid of the scorching power and leaned into Gao Xiaoxuan’s arms.

The power came from the blazing sun overhead.

At this moment, Han Muye felt as if the fog in his comprehension had cleared.

The power of the world was born in the earth and nurtured by the sky.

The source of life was the sun and the rich earth.

Standing in front of the stone steps of the Sword Pavilion, he could feel a trace of scorching power flowing through his meridians.

This power was dense. When it collided with the spiritual energy in his dantian, it was like boiling water that surged and ruptured.

This was the combination of the two powers. It was also the Golden SunTechnique that was changing the attributes of his original spiritual energy.

There was a burning pain in his dantian that seemed to be torn apart.

This pain made the corners of Han Muye’s mouth curl up into a smile.

The pain of his dantian being full was the happiest pain for cultivators.

The power of the Great Sun pa.s.sed through his meridians, bringing with it a burning pain.

According to Shen Muyang, one should not cultivate the Golden Sun Technique for too long.

Han Muye did not cultivate the Golden Sun Technique for long.

The balance of power was the most important. He just needed to slowly increase his Qi Condensation cultivation.

After the transformation of the Golden Sun Technique, the spiritual energy in his dantian became even more dense.

According to Han Muye’s guess, it was at least close to fifth-grade spiritual energy.

There was nothing much to do in the Sword Pavilion for the day.

When the pavilion door closed in the evening, Patriarch Tao Ran did not return, and the elders of the Sword Pavilion did not go downstairs to eat.

At night, Han Muye took out the pill furnace and spiritual herbs and refined a few cauldrons of Cloud Qi Pills and Energy Nurturing Pill.

After watching Patriarch Tao Ran refine pills today, Han Muye had a slight understanding of the purification of the medicinal power.

At night, when he was refining pills, he used his sword qi to fuse with the medicinal power of the spiritual herbs. He specially disintegrated the medicinal power within and removed the useless medicinal effects, trying his best to increase the purity of the pills.

There were failures and successes.

Two of the five batches of Cloud Qi Pills were wasted, making Han Muye’s heart ache.

After all, two furnaces were worth tens of thousands of spiritual rocks.

However, among the remaining three furnaces, two of them produced ten supreme-grade pills with more powerful spiritual light.

The last furnace contained three pills.

These three pills were a little strange. They looked gray after forming.

However, when he held the pills in his palm, Han Muye realized that the medicinal power in these three pills was much purer and more vigorous than that of a supreme-grade pill.

Could it be that there’s really an existence in the Dao of alchemy that surpa.s.ses supreme-grade pills?

What grade is that?

Han Muye did not take these three pills, but carefully put them away.

The Cloud Qi Pill could be tested, but he could not bear to give up the Energy Nurturing Pill.

Spiritual herbs were rare and expensive.

Three days pa.s.sed in a flash. The Sword Pavilion received a batch of new swords refined by the Cao family.

Interestingly, most of these swords had been tempered nearly 100,000 times, and some precious spiritual materials were mixed in.

Han Muye suspected that the last time Cao’e and the others partic.i.p.ated in the auction, the sword that he sold for 100,000 spiritual rocks had been stimulated. Is the entire Cao Family studying this technique now?

Even this ordinary artifact that was worth more than a thousand spiritual rocks was mixed with spiritual materials worth seven to eight thousand spiritual rocks.

Is the Cao Family prepared to not live anymore?

But if they keep fumbling around like this, they might actually succeed?

That’s a good thing.

Not only did the Cao family send swords, but they also sent two swords from Phoenix Head Mountain.

Not only had they been delivered, but they had been delivered with great fanfare.

The sky was filled with streams of light.

They had sent two ordinary long swords.

Han Muye, who received the swords, was amused.

These two swords did not belong to the demons.

They were the swords of the sect disciples who had submitted to the demons near Phoenix Head Mountain.

The Nine Mystic Sword Sect disciples stationed at Phoenix Head Mountain had sent the swords back so ostentatiously. They were actually deliberately showing their combat strength.

After all, it was one of the Nine Great Sects. Recently, it had fought two major sword sects alone and was very powerful.

This made Han Muye feel a little emotional. The cultivation world was also a place that valued publicity.

Ideology, collective cohesion, positive publicity, and public opinion guidance could not be relaxed.

Of course, one had to serve as a model and lead by example.

From these two swords, Han Muye could tell that the combat strength of the disciples of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect was indeed more than a level higher than that of the demons and small sects in the Southern Wasteland.

An inner sect disciple of the Sword Sect could already fight an elder of a small sect alone without being at a disadvantage.

…

Three days later, Han Muye greeted the Sword Pavilion Elder and Huang Six before heading to Mushen City.

When Patriarch Tao Ran led him to the mountain gate, he saw Elder Su Liang and Fairy Jin Yuan waiting there.

Elder Su Liang was wearing a moon-white robe that was rather luxurious. She exuded spiritual energy.

Even Fairy Jin Yuan had dressed up.

Only Han Muye and Patriarch Tao Ran were still the same, dressed in green and white Daoist robes.

As expected, when they went out, the difference between male and female cultivators became obvious.

Patriarch Tao Ran raised his hand, and a thirty-foot-long flying boat appeared.

It seemed like this was a standardized flying boat. It was no different from the flying boat of Shopkeeper He of Zhenling Treasure Store.

However, Patriarch Tao Ran’s cultivation was profound. He did not need to control the boat from the bow. He sat cross-legged in the cabin and chatted with Han Muye and the others while diverting his attention to control the flying boat.

“The Mu family’s patriarch was called Mu Chunhui. He was also a disciple of a cultivation sect.

Later, when the sect declined. Elder Mu returned to the family and became a family cultivator.”

In the cabin, Su Liang introduced the Mu family and Mushen City to Han Muye and Jin Yuan.

The rise of every Grand Cultivator had a legend.

Although Mu Chunhui came from a small sect, his alchemy cultivation talent was superb.

Hundreds of years ago, when a few large sects were in a chaotic battle, the Mu family’s patriarch dealt with them. Mushen City provided medicinal pills to each family in exchange for neutrality.

Later on, when there was a conflict between the Western Frontier, the Southern Wilderness, and the Northern Region, the Mu family’s patriarch stood up for them. He provided pills for free many times and even gathered the disciples of the Mu family to fight at the frontline.

The most famous time was when the Mu family’s patriarch joined forces with a few alchemy experts from the Western Frontier and became friends with the alchemy experts of the Southern Wilderness.

The pill fragrance filled the air, and the scene of flames soaring into the sky was unforgettable for countless cultivators.

In that battle, the few talented alchemy experts of the Southern Wasteland could not defeat Mu Chunhui.

This made him absolutely famous and he became one of the few alchemy masters in the Western Frontier who did not cultivate in a large sect.

Among the nine major sects, five of them gave Mu Chunhui the t.i.tle of Guest Elder.

“Although our Nine Mystic Sword Sect did not form an alliance with the Mu family, many disciples of the Mu family came to the Sword Sect to cultivate.”

When Elder Su Liang said this, she looked at Han Muye and chuckled. “Mu Wan will probably return to attend the Mu Family’s Patriarch’s 800-day banquet.

Back then, when your lifespan was limited, that girl was very sad.”

These words made Patriarch Tao Ran turn around.

Han Muye ignored him.

As a patriarch, why are you so concerned about the gossip of the younger generation?

Elder Su Liang’s expression turned solemn as she said in a low voice, “What really made the Mu family stand tall is the Little Pill Pavilion established by the Mu family’s patriarch.”

Ancestor Tao Ran nodded and said softly, “That’s right. The alchemy of the Western Frontier is not considered prosperous. It’s rare for Old Man Mu to take out his own research and inheritance without holding back.”

Han Muye knew that no matter which sect it was, it was impossible for them to let others read their inheritance books.

The Mu family’s patriarch’s move immediately determined his position in the Western Frontier’s alchemy.

It also prevented Mushen City from being coveted by other large sects.

Whoever attacked the Mu family would offend all the major sects in the Western Frontier.

Moreover, not only could the Mu family’s patriarch refine a fifth-grade pill, but his cultivation was also not weak.

“Mushen City is actually more of a place for the various sects to trade pills.

The Mu family’s medicinal pill and spirit medicine trade is also considered prosperous.”

Isn’t refining pills for earning spiritual rocks?

In business, there is no coldness.

No wonder Mu Wan had a good relationship with Bai Suzhen back then.

One had pills at home, and the other had a shop.

Elder Su Liang shook her head and sighed. “The alchemy of the Western Frontier has declined. It can’t compare to the Central Continent.

The Mu family’s patriarch went to the Central Continent by chance. After he returned, he established the Little Pill Pavilion with the intention of improving the alchemy standards of the Western Frontier.”

There were many emotions in Elder Su Liang’s words, as if the Mu family’s patriarch really only had alchemy in his heart.

But Han Muye didn’t think so.

If he really wanted to focus on alchemy, there was no need for him to establish Mushen City as a trading city.

And not everyone could enter the Little Pill Pavilion.

In three hundred years, only a hundred people could enter the Little Pill Pavilion.

Wasn’t Patriarch Tao Ran just someone who yearned to enter?

“Hehe, this time, I must go to the Little Pill Pavilion to take a look.” Patriarch Tao Ran’s face flushed with pride as he smiled.

Elder Su Liang, who was opposite him, nodded. A trace of longing flashed across her eyes. “Patriarch is right. With the improved and simplified Void Meridian Pill formula, there is indeed a chance for me to receive an invitation to the Little Pill Pavilion from Elder Mu.

If my Nine Mystic Sword Sect also has a pill formula to enter the Little Pill Pavilion, this will also be the glory of our Sword Sect’s alchemists.”

In the past two to three days, Patriarch Tao Ran and Elder Su Liang had studied the formula carefully and modified it for the Void Meridian Pill.

Compared to the original pill formula, it consumed much less spiritual herbs.

The Little Pill Pavilion contained various pill formulas and pill refinement methods.

Those who could be valued by Mu Chunhui were definitely those who were truly useful to the alchemy of the Western Frontier.

If the pill formula was recorded in the Little Alchemy Pavilion, the person who gave the pill formula would also be invited to the Little Pill Pavilion to read other books.

Among them, the one who would benefit the most was naturally the Mu family’s patriarch.

However, using a pill formula in exchange for reading other books was not a loss.

If one was really calculative, one should not send any pill formula.

As the flying boat advanced, Patriarch Tao Ran and Elder Su Liang were in a good mood.

“Hum—”

The small boat jolted, and Patriarch Tao Ran stood up.

The flying boat landed, and Han Muye saw a grand and ancient city ahead.

Standing in front of them was a group of cultivators in green robes.

Han Muye’s gaze swept over them, and he was slightly startled. A smile appeared on his face.

In the crowd facing them, someone chuckled and nodded.