Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 150 - Xu Haosheng's Last Wish, to Begin Refining the Lifespan-Extending Pill

Chapter 150: Xu Haosheng’s Last Wish, to Begin Refining the Lifespan-Extending Pill

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On the second floor of the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye held a long sword and quietly watched the story in the sword.

After cultivating for a hundred years, Xu Haosheng, who had already stepped into the peak of the Foundation Establishment realm, returned to his hometown.

Back then, the family was still the same. However, the patriarch of the family who was barely at the Qi Condensation Realm was old. The other brothers and uncles who did not have cultivation had mostly reached the end of their lifespans.

The patriarch was pleasantly surprised by Xu Haosheng’s return.

Xu Haosheng, who was at the peak of the Foundation Establishment realm, could make the Xu family a prestigious family.

However, after knowing the sect that Xu Haosheng joined, the patriarch was disappointed again.

The Three Rivers City where the Xu family was located was under the rule of the Moon Essence Sword Sect.

The Moon Essence Sword Sect and the Nine Mystic Sword Sect were fighting for the positions of the four major sword sects.

Xu Haosheng’s ident.i.ty as a disciple of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect could not be made public in the family.

Xu Haosheng lived with the family for 10 years.

In the past 10 years, the patriarch had died, and Xu Haosheng had attacked five times.

Ten years later, the new clan leader, his younger brother, Xu Maosheng, reached the fifth level of Qi Condensation.

Ten years later, he married and had children like an ordinary person.

Ten years later, he severed his mortal ties and returned to the Nine Mystic Sword Sect. He entered seclusion for three years and stepped into the Earth Realm.

In the next few decades, the battle between the Moon Essence Sword Sect and the Nine Mystic Sword Sect became even more intense. Xu Haosheng, who was at the Earth Realm, rushed around without stopping.

By the time the Moon Essence Sword Sect declined and the Nine Mystic Sword Sect became one of the four major sword sects, the Xu family had already dispersed when Xu Haosheng returned to Three Rivers City.

Not only the Xu family, but more than half of Three Rivers City had been destroyed in the chaos.

This matter became a knot in Xu Haosheng’s heart.

After so many years, Xu Haosheng had yet to become a Dao companion, and his cultivation level was stuck at the fifth level of the Awakening G.o.d Realm.

The story did not end there.

This time, Xu Haosheng led his disciples down the mountain to fight. It was originally very smooth.

With the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s momentum, the heavily injured Wind Spiritual Sword Sect could not stop it.

However, an accident happened when they were fighting for a Qingling ironstone mine.

The owner of this mineral vein was a small family under the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect.

The Xu family.

When Xu Haosheng was about to kill the expert from the Xu family, his bloodline made him stop.

This Xu family was actually his family bloodline.

In fact, they were even related by blood!

His withdrawal allowed the experts of the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect to seize the opportunity to severely injure him.

“Sigh, I didn’t cut off all ties…”

In Han Muye’s mind, the thin remnant soul of Xu Haosheng, who was dressed in a green robe, cupped his hands at Han Muye.

In Han Muye’s opinion, Xu Haosheng’s life was like that of most sect cultivators.

Xu Haosheng’s obsession was also the impediment of most cultivators.

Family, sect, relatives, and disciples. All of these could become the help and shackles of cultivators.

Xu Haosheng used the power of his family to comprehend the mortal world and step into the Earth Realm.

However, it was also because he had let his family down that he could not get rid of the knot in his heart and could not advance his cultivation for the rest of his life.

Just as Xu Haosheng had said, how could one cut ties with others?

Han Muye nodded and said softly, “Elder Xu, what other wishes do you have?”

Xu Haosheng was only left with a remnant soul, and Han Muye could not help him much.

A wish fulfilled should be the last obsession, right?

Xu Haosheng nodded and cupped his hands at Han Muye. “Young friend, you’re on duty in the Sword Pavilion, right?

“I also heard that Senior Brother Han from the Sword Pavilion is quite capable. He’s really impressive.

“I left my remnant soul in the sword and wanted to ask you to help me find my bloodline.”

After pondering for a moment, Xu Haosheng said in a low voice, “I don’t want to protect the Xu family. I just want to leave behind a bloodline.”

The current Xu family did not know that he existed.

The Nine Mystic Sword Sect did not know that the Xu family was Xu Haosheng’s direct bloodline.

Even if they did, they probably wouldn’t be lenient.

In front of the sect, what was mortal kinship?

Han Muye said nothing.

Xu Haosheng’s request was both easy and difficult.

Releasing the hilt, the image in his mind dissipated.

By the time he placed the sword on the wooden shelf and turned to go downstairs, the team that had delivered the sword had already left.

Huang Six sat at the long table, sorting through the books and registering the information of the swords.

“Little guy, you have to learn how to do this in the future.” As Huang Six wrote, he taught Gao Xiaoxuan.

It was obvious that Gao Xiaoxuan was not interested in drawing.

On the other hand, the little white fox was nestled on the long table, staring.

Han Muye walked out of the Sword Pavilion. Not far away, Yang Shao strode over.

“Senior Brother Han.”

“I should have guessed.”

Yang Shao bowed to Han Muye, then looked up at him and whispered.

Han Muye nodded and said softly, “My condolences.”

He could tell that Yang Shao was really sad.

There were not many disciples like him under the Three Pool Pavilion.

Hearing Han Muye’s words, Yang Shao shook his head and looked even more depressed.

“I don’t know about others, but Master’s kindness to me is as heavy as a mountain. I must take revenge.”

He clenched his fists, his eyes red.

A teacher was like a father.

Although Xu Haosheng had only taken him in as his last disciple not long ago, he had taught him carefully and had no selfish motives.

In the cultivation world, masters and disciples were often closer than mortal bloodlines.

Looking at Yang Shao in front of him, Han Muye pondered for a moment and said, “Which do you choose, your master’s sword or his last wish?”

Yang Shao looked up and widened his eyes.

…

In front of the Sword Pavilion, Yang Shao left in a daze. Han Muye sighed softly.

This choice was difficult.

Should he fight for Xu Haosheng’s sword with most of the disciples of the Three Lake Pavilion, or should he save the Xu family’s bloodline?

As Xu Haosheng’s disciple, Yang Shao was at the front.

He had a good chance of getting the sword.

To protect the Xu family’s bloodline, the difficulty was like reaching the heavens for Yang Shao.

The Xu family was affiliated with the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect. If they wanted to save the Xu family, they would almost become enemies with the Nine Mystic Sword Sect!

Even if Yang Shao said that the Xu family was Xu Haosheng’s bloodline, the sect would not let the Xu family off because of this relationship.

It was related to a large mineral lineage and an illusory mortal bloodline. How could the sect change their decision?

When Yang Shao left, he did not say how to choose, and Han Muye did not ask further.

He had already told Xu Haosheng’s disciple his wish. There was not much else he could do.

He turned around and entered the Sword Pavilion. Huang Six and Gao Xiaoxuan had gone somewhere, but Yang Mingxuan and Jiang Ming were there.

“Senior Brother Han, I’ve thought about it.”

Looking at Han Muye, Yang Mingxuan bowed and spoke in a low voice.

“Senior Brother, please teach me the method to infuse sword qi into my body.”

The sword qi entered his body and tore open the blocked meridians in his dantian. This was Yang Mingxuan’s only chance.

Of course, this method was very painful.

“Actually, the three techniques of the Sword Pavilion can be cultivated together.”

Looking at the bowing Yang Mingxuan, Han Muye said calmly.

“First, cultivate the sword qi into the body, open up the meridians and dantian, and condense the sword bones.

“When you have a certain cultivation level, you can fuse the sword into your body and refine it into a sword.

“As for the soul as a sword, it can be used as a backup. You can condense it at your leisure.”

This cultivation method was not as brilliant as Han Muye’s Mystic Sun Technique, but it was stable.

Han Muye didn’t think that the inheritance in the Sword Pavilion had to be taught separately.

Wasn’t it good to have a few more people who could cultivate?

“Thank you, Senior Brother Han.”

Yang Mingxuan nodded and bowed.

“Come with me. I’ll teach you the technique to draw sword qi into your body.”

Han Muye waved his hand and turned to walk towards an empty quiet room. When he pa.s.sed by the wooden shelf, he took a sword.

Yang Shao followed him in.

Jiang Ming stood where he was with a smile on his face.

A moment later, there was a short grunt of pain from the quiet room.

After an hour, Han Muye walked out of the quiet room.

Fifteen minutes later, Yang Mingxuan walked out with a pale face and trembling legs.

“Yang, can you take it?” Jiang Ming grinned and asked.

Yang Mingxuan glanced at him and shook his head. “Even if I can’t, I have to. What’s this pain compared to the pain of not being able to cultivate?”

When he said this, his eyes shone brightly.

In the quiet room just now, Han Muye had used his sword qi to guide his meridians.

The tearing pain almost made him faint.

Because Yang Mingxuan’s meridians were weak, even if Han Muye used the gentlest water lineage sword qi to pa.s.s through, he could only infuse a wisp of sword qi.

This wisp of sword qi was currently traveling through Yang Mingxuan’s meridians, making him feel as if his entire body was being torn apart.

But that was power.

This was the cultivation world.

From now on, he was no longer a mortal.

After walking out of the Sword Pavilion, Yang Mingxuan looked up at the sky and had the urge to cry!

…

In the quiet room, Han Muye sat cross-legged.

In his hand, a small jade cauldron floated gently.

This cauldron was used by Bai Suzhen to practice alchemy.

The grade of the cauldron was not too high, but its forging methods were not bad. The spiritual materials used were also good enough.

Han Muye used his sword energy and spiritual energy to nourish it, and it took him nearly two days to refine the pill furnace.

After refining it, the cauldron became more agile and had an inexplicable connection with him.

Instead of refining pills in the Sword Pavilion’s quiet room, Han Muye chose to bring the cauldron to the sect’s secret place.

In the spiritual land, there were Spirit Gathering Arrays that could a.s.sist cultivation and Spirit Locking Arrays that could isolate power.

Han Muye was preparing to refine the lifespan-extending pill in the spiritual land. He could use the array formation to lock the immortal-grade pill when the pill was formed.

Since he was going to refine pills, he naturally had to refine immortal-grade pills.

When he went to the spiritual land again, he showed his disciple token and entered the small village. The process was much smoother.

At the entrance of the village, a few legacy disciples greeted him.

He did not encounter Li Three and the other direct disciples. They were probably cultivating in seclusion.

Han Muye went straight to his house and raised the Spirit Gathering Array and the Spirit Locking Array. Then he took out a pill furnace and let his sword qi enter.

“Hum—”

With a soft sound, the pill furnace spun. Spiritual light flashed in it, and sword energy surrounded it.

Han Muye took a light breath and closed his eyes, replaying the scene of refining the lifespan-extending pill in his mind.

After a quarter of an hour, he opened his eyes, which flickered.

One by one, spiritual herbs were placed on the table, and the lid of the pill furnace was opened.

As the spiritual herbs entered the furnace, a medicinal fragrance filled the air.

With the Spirit Locking Array, no one would know what was going on in the big house.

Which direct disciple didn’t have his own secrets?

The Spirit Locking Array isolated them so that they could cultivate in peace.

All the spiritual herbs were thrown into the pill furnace. Han Muye raised his hands, and a fiery red sword intent appeared.

This was the fire-attribute sword intent absorbed from the Purple Flame Sword. It was condensed by Patriarch Tao Ran back then and unknowingly stayed in the Purple Flame Sword.

Patriarch Tao Ran’s cultivation was profound, and his sword intent was already showing signs of transforming into sword momentum.

The fire-elemental sword intent entered the cauldron. The spiritual herbs inside began to purify, and the impurities were separated and shattered.

“Hum—”

In the cauldron, two medicinal pills with pure medicinal power began to take shape.

At this moment, Han Muye’s face turned pale.

The spiritual energy in his dantian had been exhausted!