Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 294 - Nine Revolutions into a Pill, Creating an Immortal Spiritual Root

Chapter 294: Nine Revolutions into a Pill, Creating an Immortal Spiritual Root

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Not only Jin Ze, but Tuoba Cheng, who was standing at the side, held his breath and stared at Han Muye.

This news was too shocking.

Han Muye nodded and said in a low voice, “That’s right. I can refine the Void Nascent Pill.”

Not only did he refine it, but its quality was also high.

Patriarch Tao Ran swallowed a pill and could break through at any time.

Staring at Han Muye, Sect Master Jin Ze’s eyes flashed.

“Good, good!”

Jin Ze clenched his fists and waved them a few times. He looked at the solemn Tuoba Cheng and smiled. “Patriarch Tao Ran has reached the Heaven Realm. At that time, we will have—”

“Haha, if that’s the case, I can rest in peace.”

At this point, he said in a low voice, “Little Han, can you refine this pill again?”

Of course, he could refine the Void Nascent Pill again.

Actually, Han Muye still had two immortal-grade Void Nascent Pills.

It was not that he could not take them out, but it was not time to use them.

None of the other Grand Elders in the Nine Mystic Sword Sect had Patriarch Tao Ran’s deep acc.u.mulation of herbs.

Tuoba Cheng was still lacking.

Nodding, Han Muye looked at Jin Ze. “Sect Master, after gathering the spiritual herbs, I can refine them.”

With that, he paused. “I can also refine lifespan-extending pills.”

Lifespan-extending pills.

Tuoba Cheng’s eyes lit up and he said in a deep voice, “Alright, I’ll think of a way to get the spiritual herbs.”

Jin Ze smiled and shook his head without saying anything else.

“Since there’s a great opportunity in the Fire Source World, the disciples of the Sword Sect naturally have to go as long as they have sufficient apt.i.tude and combat strength.”

Tuoba Cheng waved his hand and pointed down. “Direct disciples, elites, the top 300 of the inner sect, go.

“But you have to hide your tracks by going in batches.”

All of them? Han Muye thought.

That was a true killing ground. The cultivators of the Cloud Heaven Realm were even stronger than the cultivators of the Heaven Mystic Realm.

Seeing Han Muye looking at him, Tuoba Cheng said loudly, “As a sword cultivator, how can you grow without killing?”

That was true.

After finalizing such a big matter, the three of them chatted casually.

There had been a lot of things happening in the Western Frontier recently.

The Mu family’s patriarch and Fairy Peony were both in the Heaven Realm, and they even had a rapprochement with the Nine Mystic Sword Sect. This was a surprise.

On Fengshou Mountain’s side, Li Mubai of the Shangyang Demon Sect was surging with demonic flames.

“Kid, it’s best if you don’t get too close to Bai Suzhen. That demon Li Mubai is unreasonable,” Tuoba Cheng reminded.

Han Muye nodded.

He had always regarded Bai Suzhen as a partner.

If not for the fact that her father was the greatest demon in the Western Frontier, they could have become confidants.

For now, it was better for him to stay away.

In the next hundred years, the demons of the Southern Wasteland would slowly migrate. Even if the humans and demons in the Western Frontier had a restrictive agreement, there would still be friction.

There were many demon experts in the Southern Wasteland. The various sects in the Western Frontier were rearranged into nine sects now to fight for resources and increase their strength to deal with the future situation.

“Recently, there has been a lot of trouble in the various sects. You can cultivate steadily in the Sword Pavilion.” Tuoba Cheng laughed and said in a low voice.

Trouble.

This mess was related to Han Muye.

After Han Muye killed the Heavenly Demon, the people from the various sects controlled by the Heavenly Demon and the Soul Devouring Demon immediately went crazy.

In the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, the Spiritual Dao Sect, and the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect, no sect in the Western Frontier was safe from harm.

Some of these people were low-level disciples of the sect, while others were already intermediate deacons and elders.

And those small sects that had already become sect masters.

These people went crazy and immediately caused all kinds of chaos.

Hence, Tuoba Cheng said that Han Muye could cultivate peacefully now, because the various sects in the Western Frontier were all dealing with their own mess.

Was this a pleasant surprise or an unexpected disaster?

Han Muye did not stay at the peak of the Nine Mystic Mountain for long and went straight to the Sword Pavilion.

Watching him leave, Jin Ze and Tuoba Cheng had complicated expressions.

“This world is ultimately the world of the young…” Jin Ze shook his head and turned to walk towards the hall.

….

When Han Muye returned to the Sword Pavilion, Yang Mingxuan, Liu Hong, and the others hurriedly came to see him.

“Senior Brother Han, no, Elder Han, is your cultivation alright?” Liu Hong leaned forward and sized up Han Muye. He spoke in a low voice with a nervous expression.

“Why?” Han Muye smiled at him. “Are you afraid that my cultivation will be crippled and I won’t be able to protect you?”

Liu Hong’s face stiffened. Just as he was about to speak, Han Muye reached out and patted his shoulder. “Cultivate well. You don’t have to worry about anything else.”

With that, he glanced at Jiang Ming, Yang Mingxuan, and Lin Shen, who was standing silently at the back.

Yang Mingxuan’s cultivation seemed to have improved a lot recently.

Yang Dingshan’s death and the coldness of the Bright Mountain Sword Sect made him cultivate with all his might every day.

Jiang Ming was still the same. However, his cultivation seemed to have increased slightly, and he was in good spirits.

As for Lin Shen, his aura was calmer.

“I’ll arrange the intermediate matters in the Sword Pavilion and then enter seclusion to cultivate.”

He walked up to the third floor of the Sword Pavilion. The layout was the same.

After sitting at the long table, Han Muye’s eyes lit up.

“Young Master.”

Jiang Ming walked forward and whispered.

Han Muye nodded.

Jiang Ming reported that he had been establishing a pills and spiritual herbs business with Kong Chaode.

Kong Chaode was indeed capable.

In a short period of time, they had already established the shop’s business team and had distributed pills.

“Currently, we only make some low-level pills of ordinary quality to make a name for ourselves among itinerant cultivators and small families.

“I’ll still provide pills to Storeowner Bai. The sect doesn’t lack them.”

There was no effect on the supply of pills. There was naturally no need to interact with a big business like the Bai family in the early stages.