Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion



A single arrow.

Three hundred iron riders collapsed instantly.

The long arrow pierced through thousands of feet, penetrating the bodies of 31 Wasteland Bandits, and then embedded itself in the sandy ground, soaked in blood.

The leading commander, a burly man with a black bear phantom enveloping his body, was pierced through the chest by an arrow. His entire body exploded, leaving only his large sword spinning and falling to the ground.

The bandit cavalry formation completely collapsed 2,000 feet away from the caravan and fled in all directions.

Without their leading bandit chief, they couldn't even protect themselves, let alone attack the merchant convoy.

Most bandits were like this. With strength in numbers, once they lost their leader, they immediately lost their fighting spirit and could only flee.

For the lone bandits left behind in the wasteland, their fate wouldn't be much better than dying in battle today.

The might of a single arrow wiped out 300 Wasteland Bandits.

The great trading company capable of traversing millions of miles truly possessed formidable strength.

As they watched the chaotic fleeing bandits, the cultivators standing near the large carriage revealed a hint of a smile and silently breathed a sigh of relief.

As for Du Sanzhen and the others, they were equally delighted.

When traveling through the wasteland, having powerful individuals accompanying them was undoubtedly a good thing.

Zhao Chen paid no attention to the gazes of others, his gaze quietly fixed on Han Muye's expression.

Unfortunately, Han Muye's face remained indifferent, revealing no trace of any emotions.

This made Zhao Chen feel slightly regretful.

Well, in such a situation, how could Han Muye, who faced lightning tribulation with ease, regard it as a big deal?

The convoy guards went to collect the armor and weapons of the slain bandits, and the personal belongings of the Lu brothers were also brought forward.

Accompanying them was the large sword of the bandit chief.

Zhao Chen swept his gaze over them and lightly smiled, saying, "Everyone present deserves a share. Brother Han, pick something."

Among these weapons and treasures, the most valuable were the two semi-magical treasures of the Lu brothers, and the bandit chief's large sword also had some appeal.

Han Muye didn't hesitate either. He raised his hand and made a gesture, gripping the large sword in his hand.

The sword was heavy, with a grade equivalent to a high-grade spiritual weapon.

"I am a sword cultivator and have some interest in this sword," Han Muye spoke lightly as he infused the immortal energy and sword intent from his palm directly into the sword.

Various scenes appeared in his mind.

A sword in the hands of a bandit leader who roamed the wasteland, and the hidden memories within it were quite intriguing.

The other side of the Immortal World, which Han Muye had never understood before, slowly unfolded before him.

He rode on silently, not uttering a word, carefully digesting all the information about the hidden aspects of the Immortal World.

"Brother Zhao, what kind of place is the Bitter Immortal Realm?" Han Muye suddenly spoke, turning his head.

The Bitter Immortal Realm?

Zhao Chen was slightly taken aback.

"Brother Han, do you want to know about the Bitter Immortal Realm?" Shaking his head, Zhao Chen said, "That place is very difficult for our human cultivators to survive in.

"The Bitter Immortal Realm is dominated by powerful demons, and only the half-demon cultivators from the Heavenly Radiance Sect can set foot there."I think you should take a look at

Compared to the wilderness where humans and demons lived, the Bitter Immortal Realm was truly a forbidden land for humans.

Among the 36 provinces of the Fuyu Immortal Realm, the two provinces occupied by powerful demons are known as the Bitter Immortal Realm.

Interestingly, although the Bitter Immortal Realm was forbidden for humans, many people still venture into it.

Some were sold into the Bitter Immortal Realm and became slaves of the demons, practicing alchemy and refining tools, or mining resources.

These people would never attain freedom in their lifetime, but at least they could survive.

Some of them were hunting and mining teams organized by various sects, plundering and seizing resources in the Bitter Immortal Realm.

Behind these people were major sects, aiming to snatch resources and cause trouble for the demons. If they were caught, they would certainly lose their lives.

However, if they could return alive, not only would they have gained valuable experience, but they would also have accumulated many resources, making it easier to succeed in the future.

As for the third type, it was the scenes that Han Muye saw from the long sword.

Many loosely affiliated cultivators formed alliances and transformed into bandits, wandering in the Bitter Immortal Realm and various wastelands.

These people had no foundation and no backing, and they would never see the light of day in their entire lives.

The only thing they had was freedom.

Freedom in life, and freedom in death.

"Many cultivators who have smuggled from the lower realms are sent to the Bitter Immortal Realm for mining," Zhao Chen whispered. "Among those who return alive from the Bitter Immortal Realm, not even one in a hundred survives."

The name of the forbidden land was no joke.

Han Muye nodded and said, "Have you heard of the Gale Bandits?"

Zhao Chen's expression froze for a moment, and he said in a deep voice, "The three great bandits of the Bitter Immortal Domain: Thunderstruck, Purple Lightning, and Gale. Thunderstruck is brave, Purple Lightning is fast, and Gale is numerous."

"Although the Gale Bandits are not as powerful as Thunderstruck and Purple Lightning, their numbers pose a threat. Every trading company fears them."

Zhao Chen furrowed his brows and looked at Han Muye. "Han brother, are you saying that these Black Rider bandits are the Gale Bandits?

"The Gale Bandits are in the Bitter Immortal Realm, billions of miles away from the Transient Wasteland. It's unlikely for them to come here, right?"

Han Muye shook his head and said nothing.

The main force of the Gale Bandits would naturally not be here, but there were indeed some members of the bandit group among this team.

At least the leader of this group was a former member of the Gale Bandits.

When the Gale Bandits encountered a siege by powerful demons in the Bitter Immortal Realm, they split into dozens of teams. Some of them left the Bitter Immortal Realm and arrived under the jurisdiction of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect.

This information hadn't spread yet, but presumably, it wouldn't be concealed for too long.

When the Gale Bandits arrived under the jurisdiction of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, it would likely cause a headache for the sect.

Although Han Muye didn't speak, Zhao Chen's expression had already turned serious.

There were plenty of secret techniques in the world, and Han Muye obtained the sword of the leader, which allowed him to uncover some secrets. It was not difficult.

Since Han Muye brought up this matter, there must be a reason behind it.

Sure enough, as the caravan continued its journey, they encountered a hill on the second evening.

The hill was littered with corpses.

"These are the remnants of an intercepted caravan. There are at least 300 people," Zhao Chen said with a grim expression.