Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion



In the past month, the caravans entering and leaving Sanhuo City seemed to have no significant changes, but as Han Muye had said, there were indeed more small caravans from the nearby area.

However, there were hardly any caravans traveling long distances of millions of miles.

And even if there were, many of them had unfamiliar faces.

Normally, these caravans should be composed of experienced merchants who were accustomed to traveling the trade routes.

"Are they really targeting Sanhuo City?" Zhao Chen whispered, looking at Han Muye.

"There are also several strong individuals residing in Sanhuo City. Should we inform them first?" he asked.

Although this news was shocking, it was better than doing nothing.

Han Muye nodded and said, "You can report what you have observed along the way and make some speculations.

"As for whether the Gale Bandits have any intentions towards Sanhuo City, only they know."

From the memories of the great sword, Han Muye had only glimpsed a few fragments. It seemed that the Gale Bandits were searching for something.

The man's cultivation level and position within the Gale Bandits were too low, so his knowledge was limited.

Zhao Chen went to find the powerful individuals in the city to report, as this would be considered a personal favor and beneficial to the trading business.

Meanwhile, Han Muye secluded himself in the inn to cultivate.

His cultivation in the path of immortality had reached the peak of the ninth level of the Nascent Soul realm. His Nascent Soul had transformed into a green longsword, swirling around his body.

He was just one step away from condensing and merging his refined divine soul with the longsword, forming his own divine consciousness.

However, he already possessed one divine soul sword, and refining a second one would consume a significant amount of his soul's power.

Even though he had no shortage of heavenly treasures, accumulating the power of the divine soul was not an overnight process.

This made Han Muye somewhat nostalgic for his days as a Heavenly Mystic scholar.

Cultivating the divine soul with the power of righteousness was truly easy.

Thinking of the power of righteousness, a thought arose in his mind.

Perhaps using the power of Confucianism to refine his divine soul would be a good method.

Even if he successfully condensed the second divine soul, his future cultivation would still require a great demand for divine soul power..

Controlling two divine soul swords would also require unimaginable power from the divine soul.

However, how to adapt the Confucian cultivation methods from the mortal world to the immortal realm would require careful consideration.

The power in the immortal realm was stable and different from the mortal world.

The means of Confucianism, which almost involved stealing the power of heaven and earth, would be extremely difficult to execute in the Immortal World.

The cultivators in the immortal realm were also not like the mortals in the mortal world, easily collecting the power of incense.

The sword of the Nascent Soul floated, locking the surrounding space.

Subtle golden lights flickered in Han Muye's eyes.

An illusory image of the Kui appeared behind him.

Sensing.

The illusory image of the Kui appeared. Through the power of the Kui's lightning, he sensed the presence of a strange power.

The power of fire.

It was a power belonging to a divine beast as well.

Was there a fire-veined divine beast in Sanhuo City?

Not quite right.

That power was weak.I think you should take a look at

Han Muye's gaze fell ahead, seemingly piercing through the window, seeing through the entire Sanhuo City.

"The gathering place of the underground fire veins in the city."

Under the central square of the city was where the fire veins gathered.

That power of the fire-veined divine beast was clearly quietly absorbing the power of the underground fire veins in Sanhuo City.

Was Sanhuo City using the power of the earth veins to nourish the divine beast?

But with just the limited firepower of Sanhuo City, the power would likely be depleted. It wouldn't be of much use to a fire-veined divine beast, right?

The illusory image of the mythical ox appeared, and the fire-veined divine beast seemed to sense it, but it only slightly moved before restraining itself.

Unbeknownst to him, three days had passed.

When Han Muye emerged from seclusion, Du Sanzhen and the others stood solemnly outside the door.

"Young master, Zhao Shaodong instructed us to guard the seclusion carefully for you."

Du Sanzhen bowed and whispered, "He said that there might be unrest in the city."

During these three days, a few more caravans arrived in the city, bringing with them many treasures.

However, apart from the nearby caravans, there were still none from afar.

The Jujin Trading Company acquired quite a few items, and Zhao Chen noticed that some of them were actually spiritual materials and ores produced millions of miles away.

Could these items be obtained by the nearby caravans?

When Han Muye walked out of the inn, Zhao Chen arrived once again.

This time, behind him, in addition to Old Chu, there were also two teams of guards wearing half armor.

"A few cultivators who came with us to Sanhuo City returned to Qingyun Town ahead of time. I had them carry a letter to Senior Brother Wang Jin on my behalf, leaving a secret mark on them."

Walking side by side with Han Muye, Zhao Chen spoke in a low voice.

"The secret mark has stopped moving, thousands of miles away."

The secret mark had stopped moving.

It was either halfway through their journey, remaining stationary, or they were dead.

Han Muye knew it was definitely the latter.

Sanhuo City was surrounded, with no way in or out.

Squinting slightly, Han Muye looked at the greenish-red square in front of him.

Did the Gale Bandits come here for that fire-veined divine beast?

The square, spanning thousands of feet in diameter, was now filled with crowds of people.

Wooden platforms had been set up in the central area.

On those platforms, there were all sorts of treasures from millions of miles away, even tens of millions of miles away.

Spiritual materials, immortal medicines, and various well-crafted armors were all present.

While these things might be ordinary elsewhere, their value doubled when they changed hands.

Many members of caravans, shopkeepers from the city's stores, and even the resident blacksmiths and furnace masters in the city had come over, bustling around and selecting items.

Han Muye and Zhao Chen looked around, and Zhao Chen's eyes sparkled with a hint of brilliance. He occasionally raised his hand, signaling the guards behind him to take down some selected spiritual materials and treasures.

"The backing behind this trading company must be considerable. They can even produce treasures like the Red Sandalwood Stone Marrow."

Zhao Chen spoke in a low voice when he saw a piece of translucent purple jade on one of the wooden platforms ahead.

The treasure, marked with the name Red Sandalwood Stone Marrow, and priced at 30 million spiritual rocks, was the subject of discussion among many people.