Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 268: Battling Heaven Realm, Han Muye Returns to Heaven Mystic World (2)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“Senior Brother Han, I want to stay in this world for the time being.”

Lu Gao spoke quietly.

Stay in this world?

Glancing at the surging battle intent on Lu Gao’s body, Han Muye smiled and nodded.

Western Frontier. After the battle at Fengshou Mountain subsided, there were no more battles.

If he wanted to rely on battle to hone himself, the Fire Source Realm was the most suitable.

Over the past few days, Lu Gao had become more and more compatible with the spiritual sword he fused with.

When he could completely control a sword, he would be able to reach the half-step Heaven Realm.

“Alright, Brother Lu, help Patriarch in the Fire Source Realm.”

Han Muye reached out and patted Lu Gao’s shoulder. Then he raised his hand and activated the power of the array disc.

A faint spatial power enveloped Han Muye.

Under the gaze of Wang Luosheng, Patriarch Tao Ran, and the others, he disappeared into a pillar of light.

Among these people, Wang Luosheng was probably the most upset.

Han Muye took the Cloud Dragon Sword with him, and Patriarch Tao Ran stayed behind.

Although the Fire Source Palace was safe, his authority and combat power had been greatly reduced. How could he be happy?

Even though he felt uncomfortable, Wang Luosheng still emptied the warehouse before Han Muye left and gathered 500 swords.

That was half their deal.

Han Muye also left the remaining spiritual rocks to Wang Luosheng.

There were not many spiritual rock mines in this world. Every spiritual rock was extremely precious.

500 superior-grade spiritual rocks could greatly increase the cultivation speed of the Earth Realm experts of the Fire Source Palace.

If Han Muye brought 500 semi-spiritual weapons back to the Western Frontier, he could at least double them.

This time, Han Muye felt different.

The spatial power in the small black sword could actually reverse and begin to repair the passage.

When he stepped onto the stone steps of the ruined hall of the Blazing Sun Palace, the broken light screen had already been repaired.

This passage that could not be used many times could actually be used again.

This was quite a surprise.

If Han Muye could communicate with the Fire Source World for a long time, it would be very useful for him and the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

Han Muye could earn a lot by nurturing junior disciples and trading in all kinds of sword spiritual materials.

“Hum—”

The Cloud Dragon Sword transformed into a white-robed youth and landed beside Han Muye.

Looking around, Zhao Yunlong shook his head and sighed. “I haven’t returned for thousands of years. This is the only ruin left of the Blazing Sun Palace.”

He was one of the core Dharma treasures of the Blazing Sun Palace and had a deep relationship with it.

Now that he saw the Blazing Sun Palace, he was naturally sad.

“Hmph, so what?

“Even Nascent Soul, Birthing, and even Soul Formation mighty figures in the world would die.

“How can cultivation last forever?”

Daoist Dayan stood on the stone steps with his hands behind his back. He looked into the distance and spoke calmly.

He looked like a wise expert who had seen through the world.

“You’re right. I was shortsighted.” Zhao Yunlong’s attitude was very upright.

Han Muye didn’t care how emotional they were. He raised his hand, put away the array disc, dispersed the light screen, and strode away.

The old site of the Blazing Sun Palace was in ruins.

A few people blocked the way ahead.

“Fellow Daoist, we’re here to search for treasures. Since you’re alone, why don’t you join us?” The leader of the group was a thin Daoist dressed in a gray Daoist robe. He narrowed his eyes at Han Mu.

At this moment, Han Muye was carrying a sword box on his back. In the sword box were two swords, Purple Flame Destiny and Destiny Sword, and a Cloud Dragon Sword at his waist.

As for Daoist Dayan, he turned into a breeze and followed behind him.

After Han Muye cultivated the Great Spirit, his temperament did not seem like that of a sword cultivator, but more like a mortal who had been educated.

Of course, it was impossible for mortals to come to the old site of the Blazing Sun Palace.

“I’m not interested in searching for treasures here.” Han Muye glanced at the people in front of him and shook his head.

Hearing his words, the people opposite him looked at each other and moved their feet gently, sealing Han Muye’s surroundings.

“A few days ago, a group of cultivators left this place. All of them had semi-spiritual weapons to protect themselves.”

The old man who had spoken before looked at Han Muye with a smile, then looked at the Cloud Dragon Sword hanging on Han Muye’s waist.

“Fellow Daoist, why don’t you sell your sword to us for 1,000 spiritual rocks?”

From the beginning to the end, they had stopped Han Muye just to plunder some benefits.

Han Muye didn’t seem to have a high cultivation level, and he looked like he had several swords on him.

Standing in place, Han Muye pondered slightly.

On the other side, someone said impatiently, “Kid, hurry up. Senior Brother He can buy your lousy sword for a thousand spiritual rocks—”

Before the person could finish speaking, a sword light flashed in front of him, and a sword wind cut open his neck, rubbing off a layer of oil skin.

The chill on the blade penetrated his heart and lungs, making him weak and fall to his knees.

The Cloud Dragon Sword floated quietly in front of Han Muye.

“Spiritual, spiritual, spiritual weapons.” Everyone’s eyes widened.

When Shao Yousun and the others left, everyone had a sword. Those disciples of the Fire Source Palace all had semi-spiritual weapons.

This made people think that they had opened up a place where swords were hidden in the old site of the Blazing Sun Palace and came to search.

When they met Han Muye earlier, these people only wanted to scam him.

Who would have thought that Han Muye was holding a spiritual weapon?

With this spiritual weapon, killing all of them was just a matter of raising his hand.

“My surname is Han.” A faint sword light surged on Han Muye’s body.

What does that mean?

What’s the big deal about Han?

Everyone looked at Han Muye.

“My name is Han Muye.”

When he spoke again, Han Muye’s sword intent had soared.

“After Cloud Nest Ridge, the cultivators of the Western Frontier called me Sword Dao Immortal.”

Sword Dao Immortal Han Muye!