Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

971 Stepping into the Five Sheep Pavilion to Catch Sheep

The Sword Pavilion, the number one martial arts sect in the Upper Three Heavens, a holy land of swordsmanship in the world.

There was still a long way to go from the mountain gate to the grand hall where the peak of power was.

However, Zhao Yu arrived at the magnificent and splendid grand hall, with its flying eaves and towering corners resembling a celestial city, in just 15 minutes.

It was because he had a piece of green jade token in his hand.

This was the token for authorized disciples to control the sword, and in the entire sect, only a few elite disciples had this plaque, apart from the elder-level figures.

“Senior brother, Zhao Yu has arrived with the Sword Control Token. Returning it.” In front of the 99 green jade steps, Zhao Yu bowed respectfully, holding the jade token in his hands and presenting it.

He was just an ordinary inner sect deacon disciple. How could he be qualified to wield this Sword Control Token?

The middle-aged swordsman standing in front of the steps glanced at Zhao Yu but did not take the token. He said calmly, “Go inside the grand hall first. The elders have been waiting for a long time.”

Zhao Yu was taken aback for a moment, quickly withdrew the token, and stepped onto the stone steps in a hurry.

The entrance to the grand hall was wide, with each corridor pillar as thick as a zhang, resembling towering dragons.

The oppressive majesty in front of the grand hall made people tremble all over.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Yu adjusted his clothes and walked briskly into the grand hall.

The grand hall was noisy at the moment, but as soon as Zhao Yu entered, it instantly fell silent.

With each step on the greenish-gray terrazzo floor, Zhao Yu felt as if he was carrying a mountain on his back.

EEvery gaze in the grand hall belonged to at least a Half-Sage, powerful beings who condensed the Great Dao!

The casual release of the Great Dao’s power in those gazes could shake one’s soul and freeze one’s body and blood.

After only seven or eight steps, Zhao Yu felt weak all over, his face turning red, and he was on the verge of sitting on the ground.

“Alright.”

Just then, a voice sounded from the front, and the grand hall seemed to be caressed by a gentle breeze. Zhao Yu suddenly felt relieved, and all the oppressive force dissipated.

Raising his head, he saw several old men in green robes sitting at the front.

Among them, one of them raised his hand and made a gesture, causing his figure to uncontrollably collide forward and land in the center of the grand hall.

“Zhao Yu, greetings to the elders.”

“So, you are Zhao Yu.” The elder at the head glanced over and then said, “Are you acquainted with Han Muye?”

Zhao Yu hurriedly nodded and recounted the process of his acquaintance with Han Muye in the Suwei World.

When he finished speaking, someone nearby spoke up, “Indeed, unparalleled in swordsmanship, with a divine beast avatar, this is indeed the esteemed Heavenly Mystic’s Minister Han.”

Zhao Yu turned his head and saw a young man dressed in a white robe, with a calm expression, standing there.

When Zhao Yu looked at him, the young man smiled and nodded in acknowledgment.

Bai Yuming.

Among the junior disciples of the Sword Pavilion, he was the number one in terms of cultivation and combat power among all the junior disciples in the entire Upper Three Heavens.

In the past, there was a ranking in the Upper Three Heavens and the elite disciples of each major sect were listed on it.

Those hidden experts and peak powerhouses were not evaluated for their combat power, so the ranking was specifically for elite disciples.

Zhao Yu knew Bai Yuming because he was an elite among the elites of the Sword Pavilion.

Never did he expect that one day he would have the opportunity to interact with such a person.

“Yuming, although the Han Muye that Zhao Yu mentioned has Baxia’s avatar and his sword techniques are powerful, it’s not much different from what you said and the rumors say,” an Elder said with a frown.

“Indeed, if the gap between these two individuals cannot be bridged within a hundred years, then Han Muye’s talent and comprehension in cultivation are truly terrifying,” nodded another elder, speaking in a low voice.

The news brought back by Bai Yuming and the others about the Heavenly Mystic was shocking.

The strength of the Heavenly Mystic, the strength of the Heavenly Mystic’s Minister Han, was difficult to resist even in the current Upper Heaven Region.

Faced with the overwhelming might of the Heavenly Mystic, if the forces in the Upper Three Heavens couldn’t unite, there was a danger of being annihilated.

If one or two individuals said such things, no one in the Upper Three Heavens would believe them.

However, all the elites who returned reported that the Heavenly Mystic army was so powerful that even Heavenly Venerables didn’t dare to face them directly. The Heavenly Mystic’s Minister Han was extremely powerful and could even kill Heavenly Venerables.

These people couldn’t all be lying together.

So now, the various factions had to consider their relationship with Heavenly Mystic, how to deal with it, and how to befriend Han Muye.

“I don’t think the Han Muye Zhao Yu is talking about is necessarily Prime Minister Han of the Heavenly Mystic Realm. On the other hand, according to the information from the six pavilions of the Scattered Stars Island, that person who can set up the Heart Refinement Sword Array and pass the test of the six pavilions is Prime Minister Han.”

At the head of the table, a white-bearded old man narrowed his eyes and said softly.

Many people in the hall nodded.

Zhao Yu stood there and listened quietly.

He knew that these Elders did not believe him.

Even he found it difficult to imagine that the Han Muye he had met in the Suwei World was the current Prime Minister Han of the Heavenly Mystic Sect, a peerless expert who had swept through the dead stars with a single strike.

All sorts of guesses sounded in the hall.

The Immortal Source World was too big. The Upper Three Heavens was too big. Anything was possible.

“The seven-story Sword Pavilion in Li Qingshi’s hands is not fake.” At the head of the table, an Elder spoke, causing the hall to fall silent.

Even if there were countless possibilities, the seven-story sword pagoda was a fact.

“Elder Jin is right. Heaven Mystic Prime Minister Han also has a seven-story Sword Pavilion in his hands. Furthermore,” Bai Yuming said loudly, “there are at least 10 million hidden swords inside.”

Seven floors of the Sword Pavilion that contained tens of millions of swords!

Even though this was not the first time they heard this, there were still gasps in the hall.

Many people quietly looked up at the expressions of the Elders at the head of the hall.

Currently, there was only one Elder in charge of the eighth level of the Sword Pavilion in this hall. The other three were all at the seventh level.

In other words, be it Han Muye, who appeared in the medicine valley, or Prime Minister Han of the Heavenly Mystic, holding the position of overseeing a seven-story Sword Pavilion, they were top-notch elders when they entered.