Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 2073: 861, Where is Princess Mo Yue?_2

Chapter 2073: 861, Where is Princess Mo Yue?_2

The other disciples from the Sword Pool exchanged glances and nodded.

The convoy proceeded, encountering many civilians fleeing disaster and some disintegrated soldiers along the way.

Occasionally, some panicked merchant caravans turned back.

“Don’t go to Lin Hai City anymore. It’s under martial law there, and they say it will only open when the chaos is settled.”

“Ah, they are actually killing people, no matter where you say you are from.”

“It’s over, Lin Hai City is in complete chaos. Who knows what’s happening on Immortal Island…”

The news made everyone realize that entering the East Sea might be a bit difficult this time.

“Senior Brother Zhao, shall we wait for a while?”

A disciple from the Sword Pool looked at Zhao Minghe.

Zhao Minghe looked up in the direction of the cart, a glint flickering in his eyes.

There was no response from the direction of the cart frame.

“Keep moving,” he said indifferently, urging his horse to gallop.

The others glanced at each other and then lowered their heads to rush forward.

Within half a day, Lin Hai City was in sight.

The ma.s.sive city was surrounded by golden columns of light shooting into the sky.

Only from the teleportation array here could one directly enter Immortal Island, then travel thirty thousand li to the battlefield.

“Who goes there? Lin Hai City is under martial law, no entry or exit—”

A voice called out from ahead of the convoy.

A golden-armored general holding a long spear stood there, surrounded by a group of armor-clad soldiers.

The aura exuded by these men was extremely dense and potent.

At least at the Earth Realm, or even half-step Heaven Realm.

Just a guard team had such strong cultivation abilities; what power was occupying Lin Hai City?

“Gentlemen, we are a merchant convoy from Qilin Pavilion. Our manager had already arranged a batch of goods that urgently need to be delivered to the island,” Zhao Minghe said as he clasped his hands towards the military generals, a slight smile appearing on his face, “I hope for your cooperation.”

Qilin Pavilion, that was a notable force on an immortal island under Lingxiao Heavenly Palace, made up of dozens of partial cultivators.

Although they were partial cultivators, among them were Human Immortals, and even those at the Heaven Immortal realm.

“People from Qilin Pavilion?” The lead general’s gaze fell on Zhao Minghe, then he looked towards the convoy behind him.

His eyes swept over, and he spoke loudly, “People from Qilin Pavilion may enter the city. Your three pavilion masters are in the city.”

The three pavilion masters are in the city?

What did that mean?

Zhao Minghe was momentarily stunned, his expression instantly turning to joy.

“Is it Master of the Giant Beam Pavilion in the city? That’s even better. Delivering the goods to him would mean my task is completed.”

The golden-armored general didn’t speak, but gestured with his hand, signaling the soldiers behind him to clear a path.

The convoy moved forward, and the smile on Zhao Minghe’s face slowly faded.

“Be careful,” he whispered softly.

All those following behind nodded almost imperceptibly.

Inside the carriage, Gu Chengming and Guo Lang exchanged glances, then silently moved a bit closer to Han Muye.

The cart frame moved forward, entering the city.

Along the city wall, one could see bodies hanging in succession.

On the ground, there were disordered bloodstains.

The people occupying Lin Hai City had created not a few ma.s.sacres here.

The convoy moved a few li forward, and suddenly Zhao Minghe raised his hand, bringing everyone to a halt.

Ahead, in the middle of the road, a tall man wielding a long saber stood, behind him were rows of armed soldiers in battle formations.

“You are the people from Qilin Pavilion?”

The man’s gaze fell on Zhao Minghe as he spoke loudly.

Zhao Minghe nodded.

The tall man laughed loudly, raising his long saber and pointing it towards the back of the convoy, “Your three pavilion masters are hanged three li away; did you not see them?”

The three pavilion masters hanged three li away!

This statement made the color drain from the faces of everyone in the convoy.

Zhao Minghe leapt into the air, his three-foot-long sword thrusting out.

“Charge—” he cried out softly, as the disciples from Sword Pool protected the cart and rushed forward.

Everyone’s hands rested on their sword hilts, their sword intents condensing.

“I knew you weren’t from Qilin Pavilion,” the saber-wielding man laughed loudly, charging towards Zhao Minghe and slashing directly with his saber.

“Are you from the Sword Pavilion then?”

“Since you’re here, don’t think of leaving!”

The saber shone with golden light, slashing at the sword edge of Zhao Minghe’s long sword, stirring sword light to tremble.

Sword light clashed with saber light, causing the s.p.a.ce around them to ripple like water waves within a ten-zhang radius.

Zhao Minghe’s figure flew backward, retreating three zhang, his body like a returning swallow, and then he fell again.

The long sword thrust out again, the sword edge transforming into thousands of flowing lights.

“Excellent technique!”

The saber-wielding man shouted, with a sweep of his saber, the soldiers in the battle formation behind him took a step forward.

A golden column of light blocked before the sword edge, causing Zhao Minghe’s long sword to stab the light column and gently vibrate.

“Sword array—” Zhao Minghe hesitated not a moment, bellowing loudly.

Five disciples of the Sword Pool surged forward, their sword edges thrusting out, merging with the sword light he had thrust.

Instantly, the sword light shimmered, exploding into a burst of flowing light.

The obstructing light pillar before them wavered and finally shattered.

The caravan charged towards the military formation, and the sword-wielding Han Muye gritted his teeth and leapt to the side to avoid.

Streams of flowing light tore through the military formation, killing some soldiers and dispersing others.

From within the carriage, Han Muye suddenly extended his hand to summon.

A broken long saber fell into his hand.

A faint stream of light flashed across the blade.

A profound divine light shone from his eyes.

“People from the Heavenly Cycle Divine World…”

He murmured under his breath, his gaze turning towards the carriage window.

I truly hadn’t expected that within the battle for the absorption of the Ruins Realm, there would be a trace of the Heavenly Cycle Divine World.

After Linglong Realm, people from the Divine Realm had intervened.

Watching the figures being struck down outside the window, Han Muye narrowed his eyes.

It was indeed the Divine Realm, and I had underestimated them.

Over these years, it seems the Divine Realm has also been silently making their moves.

To know, the Ruins Realm is also one of the starting points of the Quantum Tribulation in this universe.

If they can’t stop the Quantum Tribulation, then they would become the pushers of it, keeping the initiative in their hands.

Han Muye admitted that the Divine Realm’s scheme made some sense.

However, they had still overlooked one detail.

And that was Han Muye himself.

It seems that after finding Sister Mu Wan, I need to visit The Great Desolate Ruins Realm and other major Ruins Realms.

Especially the one after The Great Desolate Ruins Realm, the Ancient Desolate Ruins which even a glance from yesteryears shook my soul.

Would the Heavenly Cycle Divine World consider making a move on the Ancient Desolate?

If they really do set their schemes within the Ancient Desolate, then that would be interesting.

Phoenixes, Azure Dragon, Defiant Dragon including Youying; these few Overlords of the Ancient Desolate, they all have returned to the Ancient Desolate, eh!

The caravan sped on, rushing towards a golden pillar that reached the skies.

This pillar was the teleportation light array leading to the Immortal Island.

“You take the three Senior Brothers and get through first,” ordered Zhao Minghe, standing with his sword before the light pillar, turning to face the mult.i.tude of soldiers rushing through the array and several figures in Daoist robes flying towards him.

Several disciples of the Sword Pool shielded the carriage, charging towards the light array.

Just then, a shouting voice rang out, “Fellow Sword Pavilion Daoists, please protect Lady Mo Li of the Mo Chu line and help her escape!”

The voice echoed as a Daoist in a green robe covered in blood sprinted over.

In his arms, he carried an unconscious female cultivator, while two Half-Step Human Immortals behind him went all out to block the pursuing figures.

Zhao Minghe narrowed his eyes.

He recognized that female cultivator.

She was the one who had sparred with him in Dong Gu City.

Han Muye looked up, his expression unchanged.

This fleeing Human Immortal was the one who had been hiding in Dong Gu City.

Turns out, he was an attendant of the Mo Chu Imperial Clan.

“Move quickly, the mission is critical!” Zhao Minghe suddenly growled low.

The disciples behind him exchanged looks and hurriedly protected the carriage towards the light array.

If it had been any other time, Zhao Minghe might have intervened to help, but as he had said, the mission was critical.

“Save them.”

A voice suddenly emerged from inside the carriage.

Everyone paused.

So did Zhao Minghe.

It was Han Muye’s voice.

“Clang—”

Gu Chengming, sitting beside Han Muye, didn’t hesitate as he leapt up, drawing his long sword from its sheath.

The sword light instantly stretched for a hundred meters, cutting down stars with a gust that howled like the tide.

With the sword drawn, G.o.ds and demons of heaven and earth were shocked!

This sword, not even Human Immortals could block!

With the sword light falling, all those attacking the Mo Chu’s Attendant retreated and hid.

Gu Chengming landed in the plaza ahead, standing firm as a pillar of heaven with his sword.

“Thank you,” the Mo Chu’s Attendant murmured in relief, then rushed towards the light array with the female cultivator and the others following him.

As they reached the light array, Han Muye’s voice emerged from the carriage.

“Who gave her that Bamboo Flute?”

The rushing Human Immortal paused, his gaze falling on the Bamboo Flute at Mo Li’s waist.

“This item was given to the princess by Princess Mo Yue,” he responded.

Inside the carriage, Han Muye straightened up, drawing aside the curtain.

A profound divine light flashed in his eyes as he looked at the Human Immortal.

“Where is Princess Mo Yue?”