Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 391 - Rising Dragon Platform, Han Muye is Waiting to Teach!

Chapter 391: Rising Dragon Platform, Han Muye is Waiting to Teach!

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Zhou Chenggang of the Spiritual Dao Sect.

The Spiritual Dao Sect’s inner sect Golden Core elder had a powerful combat strength. At this moment, he was above the clouds.

Hearing the Daoist’s words, Zhou Chenggang snorted and shouted coldly, “I’ve cultivated for 500 years and killed countless people. How can I remember such a small matter?”

He doesn’t remember.

Small matter.

Just like the Confucian scholar’s wife, it was a small matter, right?

On River Heart Island, those sect elites all lowered their heads.

On the riverbank, some people looked up at the sky, and some turned around.

Indeed, in the eyes of the great cultivators of the major sects, the lives of ordinary cultivators were not much more precious than powerless people…

The person standing on the clouds was above everyone else.

A pained expression flashed across the green-robed Daoist’s face as he stood by the riverbank. Then he laughed out loud.

“Alright, it’s a small matter. It’s indeed a small matter…

“Didn’t I, Jiang Qi, also treat this matter as a small matter? I kept warning myself not to think about it, not to think about it, not to think about it, not to think about it…

“If I want to live well, don’t even think about it.

“I can’t afford to offend the Spiritual Dao Sect. If I do, I won’t be able to survive.”

The green-robed Daoist’s face was filled with desolation. He turned his head and looked around, then raised his head, “If this matter is brought up today, I, Jiang Qi, will probably not be able to live anymore, right?

“Immortal Han said that cultivation is for oneself. He also said that cultivation is for one to have the power to draw one’s sword when one encounters evil.

“Immortal Han, tell me. Let me understand before I, Jiang Qi, die. What does it take to see Zhou Chenggang die in front of me?”

See Zhou Chenggang die?

Who in the Western Frontier could kill a Golden Core cultivator of the Spiritual Dao Sect?

Who could answer this question?

If Han Muye spoke, would he have to go against the Spiritual Dao Sect?

The world fell silent again.

Divine senses and gazes were directed at the figure sitting on the bluestone.

There was no spiritual qi pervading the air, no sword qi rushing into the sky.

The figure sitting on the bluestone looked like a mortal.

Han Muye looked up, his expression indifferent.

He looked in the direction of the river bank and said indifferently, “If you ask me a question, you need to pay spiritual rocks.”

Pay spiritual rocks and he would answer!

Han Muye wanted to answer!

Above the clouds, the Mu family’s patriarch frowned and looked at Tuoba Cheng. “Fellow Daoist Tuoba, this matter…”

The others on the clouds also turned to look at Tuoba Cheng.

At this moment, the only person who could stop Han Muye was probably Tuoba Cheng, right?

In front of the Spiritual Dao Sect, Daoist Wan Hua’s eyes flickered with spiritual light.

Tuoba Cheng looked at Han Muye below, his expression unchanged. “I also want to hear what this kid has to say.”

I want to hear it…

On the clouds, many people’s lips twitched.

Was there anyone who would corner his own sect disciple like this?

Once Han Muye spoke, there would probably be no way to end this today!

On the riverbank, Jiang Qi laughed out loud.

“Immortal Han is Immortal Han after all.

“It’s fine if I, Jiang Qi, die today. I just hope that Immortal Han can tell me the answer in the future.”

With that, Jiang Qi flew up.

“Isn’t cultivation to live like oneself!

“Zhou Chenggang, Jiang Qi is here to seek a quick death!”

Jiang Qi flew slower and slower in the air.

Who could fly from the riverbank to the clouds?

At this moment, Jiang Qi was not challenging Zhou Chenggang, but the Spiritual Dao Sect. It was a rule set by the Spiritual Dao Sect, the Spiritual Dao Sect, and the countless Golden Core cultivators above the clouds that he was challenging!

A mere Earth Realm Spirit Awakening cultivator wanted to challenge more than half of the experts of the Western Frontier!

Spirit qi was burning in Jiang Qi’s body.

He gritted his teeth. The blood in his body seemed to be ignited, as if he wanted to use all his strength just to rush to the top of the clouds.

However, Jiang Qi’s figure gradually came to a stop.

He would never be able to rush up.

“The laws of the Central Continent.

“The rules of the Western Frontier.

“How similar.”

At this moment, Han Muye’s voice sounded.

He slowly stood up and looked at the distant sky.

“Only when you see that Confucian scholar have his fingers and tongue cut off, and his eyes gouged out will you be shocked.

“Only by watching Jiang Qi die in front of you will you feel resentful.

“Hehe, where are your swords?

“What’s the use of cultivating like this for tens of thousands of years?”

With that, Han Muye flew up!

He flew into the sky!

“Jiang Qi, you asked me how I can make Zhou Chenggang die in front of you.

“The answer is free.”

At Han Muye’s feet were white feathers.

His hand touched the hilt of his sword.

“Zhou Chenggang, come down and die!”

Come down and die!

His voice reverberated for hundreds of miles!

“Clang—”

The sword was unsheathed!

This was the answer!

So what if he drew his sword for someone unrelated?

When a sword cultivator held a sword in his hand, he would feel happy when he drew it.

If he did not draw his sword today, how could he run amok?

On River Heart Island, everyone looked up.

They watched as Han Muye drew his sword and soared into the sky.

Among the tens of thousands of people, there was only one person who drew his sword and soared into the sky!

Above the clouds, there were countless Golden Cores. That one person who drew his sword would have no regrets even if he died!

At this moment, everyone saw a true Sword Immortal.

Immortals should be carefree!

“Hmph, how arrogant.”

Daoist Wan Hua shouted coldly. He raised his hand and pointed.

“Buzz!”

His finger was like a heavenly pillar that descended from the sky and smashed towards Han Muye’s head.

An endless pressure brought about a strong wind!

“Fellow Daoist Wan Hua, you attacked our disciple. Isn’t this a violation of the rules?” At this moment, Tuoba Cheng shouted, and the white tiger phantom behind him condensed.

The white tiger roared and slammed into the finger that supported the sky.

“Bam—”

The white tiger shattered, and the finger brushed past Han Muye’s body and smashed into the Jialing River.

Waves surged, stirring up thousands of feet of turbulent waves.

The water engulfed River Heart Island, and water vapor rose. It was a vast expanse, and the disciples on the island had no choice but to fly up.