Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

952 Is Han Muye Worth Befriending? (4)

If the negotiation failed, Dan Mingtao could just leave.

What did he mean by carrying a bag?

From the moment Dan Mingtao left the courtyard, various forces were completely puzzled, not understanding what exactly had happened in the courtyard.

In the Jade Disk Hall, Du Chengshan kicked the long table in front of him into pieces in frustration.

It was completely different from what he had imagined.

What was Han Muye really up to?

“Lu Zhen, find an opportunity to test him,” Du Chengshan said through gritted teeth.

Just a person in charge of a small dispute over territory, and yet he acts so arrogantly when he comes to the Upper Three Heavens?

Can anyone really dominate the Upper Heaven Region?

“Wang Junxiong, spread the identity of Han Muye,” Du Chengshan said coldly. “When it comes to business, it’s my Five Sheep Pavilion that holds the ancestral power.”

In the Jade Bright Sword Sect’s encampment, when Yao Yong heard that Dan Mingtao had left with a small bag and a serious expression, he burst into laughter.

“Do you all understand?”

His eyes sparkled, and a faint fighting spirit emanated from him.

“The world has changed, and the mighty can ascend. It’s no longer the era when the Upper Three Heavens suppressed all sides!

“Be it the Sword Pavilion or the Yuling Dao Sect, they might not be able to suppress all parties.

“This is an era of rising heroes!”

Rising heroes also meant conflicts.

But it also meant opportunities and endless possibilities!

In the hall, everyone’s eyes flickered as excitement appeared on their faces.

“If the Sword Pavilion can’t suppress this battle, it will be a chance for us sword cultivators.”

“Countless sword cultivators in the Upper Three Heavens have been waiting for this opportunity for too long.”

In the main hall of the Cloud Heaven Medicine Valley, Li Qingshi was at a loss, and so were the Elders.

“What does Han Muye rely on?” a black-bearded old man frowned.

Li Qingshi furrowed his brows, looked around, and said in a low voice, “It seems we all underestimated him.

“In that case, I, as the Valley Lord, will meet him again.”

…

When Dan Mingtao returned to the Sword Pavilion’s encampment, Zhao Yu and the others were already waiting with solemn expressions.

“Elder, what’s going on?” A young man with sword intent surging from his body asked in a low voice.

Dan Mingtao returned with a cold expression, causing everyone’s hearts to sink.

“Elder, did Han… Han Muye refuse to join the Sword Pavilion?” Zhao Yu furrowed his brows and asked quietly.

When they first met Han Muye in the Suwei World, Han Muye did not refuse to join the Sword Pavilion.

He had invited Han Muye to explore the secluded cultivation place for the great Dao of sword cultivation, and Han Muye had gladly agreed.

But now, with the world undergoing great changes, did Han Muye have doubts and no longer want to join the Sword Pavilion?

Did he have a change of heart?

Sitting back in the seat at the head, Dan Mingtao shook his head and said lightly, “I didn’t invite him to join the Sword Pavilion.”

Didn’t invite him?

Everyone was stunned.

Zhao Yu opened his mouth.

He thought that Han Muye was in control, but it turned out that he wasn’t?

Dan Mingtao put away the tea leaves in his hand and looked up at Zhao Yu. “Didn’t you say he agreed to explore the place where the predecessors sat in meditation with you? Invite him and see if he’ll go.

“If you’re going,” Dan Mingtao paused and said in a low voice, “then set off in a month.”

Set off in a month?

Zhao Yu was at a loss.

“Just know that Han Muye is not as simple as you thought. I didn’t invite him to the Sword Pavilion for a reason,” Dan Mingtao explained.

It was obvious that he was afraid that Zhao Yu would misunderstand.

It was not as simple as he thought.

Zhao Yu nodded.

He roughly knew how to deal with it.

Before he could invite Han Muye, news came back.

The Five Sheep Pavilion exposed Han Muye’s identity.

“In the Dao Battlefield, the Heavenly Mystic’s Minister Han.”

“The ninth place in the Heavenly rankings of the Dao Battle.”

“As expected, his identity is not that simple.”

“It seems that the Heavenly Mystic has won the Dao Competition. Does this contributor have the intention to come to Shang Santian to adventure?”

Many people showed expressions of realization.

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“Heh, so this is your arrogance, the land of the Dao.” On the side hall of the Limitless Dao Sect, a Daoist in a green robe shook his head and whispered, “Send a message to Senior Brother Zhuwu and ask him if Han Muye is worth investing in.”

Upon hearing his words, the other Daoist raised his hand and a golden spiritual light turned into a light array.

The light array flickered, seemingly extremely unstable.

A moment later, a phantom appeared.

“Junior Brother Yunting?”

“Why are you looking for me? I’m in the Dao Battlefield. The current situation is difficult. The Heaven Mystic is powerful, and we’re already at the end of our rope.”

The phantom looked tired.

Hearing the phantom speak, the green-robed Daoist quickly said, “Senior Brother, please don’t be offended. I want to ask you, what kind of person is Han Muye? Is he worth befriending?”

A sense of confusion appeared on the face of the phantom above the array of light, and then the light and shadow shook as if overwhelmed by emotions.

The phantom dissipated.

Everyone in the main hall looked at each other in astonishment.

“Buzz!”

The light array appeared again. Daoist Zhuwu widened his eyes in excitement and shouted, “What do you mean?

“Did you just say that you want to befriend Minister Han?”