Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

1214 Two Thousand Elite Disciples of the Sword Sect Sharpened Their Swords to Greet Each Other (4)
This reward was not small.

“Forget it.” Han Muye shook his head, stood up, and looked out of the hall.

“The task of reinforcing the Burial Immortal City this time was caused by me. I was also going to the Burial Immortal City. I’ll go on behalf of the Zhenxuan Hall.” After Han Muye finished speaking, he nodded to Chen Qiu and Yu Ze.

“I’m going to find the reincarnation of Senior Wang Minghe, so I’ll take my leave.”

With that, he moved and disappeared.

In the hall, Chen Qiu frowned and slowly looked at Yu Ze.

Yu Ze’s expression was also solemn.

“He said that this mission was caused by him?” Yu Ze asked in a low voice.

Chen Qiu nodded, “This defending task is because Yunlan Sword Immortal, the city lord of Yunlan City in Yunteng Wasteland, disrupted the schemes of the Burial Immortal City, so—”

Yunlan Sword Immortal!

Yu Ze’s eyes widened as he slowly turned his head and looked out of the hall.

“So, he, he’s Invincible Han?”

“Yunlan Sword Immortal, Invincible Han, Han Muye…” Chen Qiu’s face slowly turned red.

He reached out, grabbed the wine pot in front of him, and gulped it down.

“Haha, this feels great!”

On the other side, Yu Ze also laughed loudly.

Who could have imagined that the elite junior they had helped just because they valued him would come to this level!

Yunteng Wasteland’s Yunlan City’s city lord, a big shot in the Immortal World, was able to participate in the schemes of the Bitter Immortal Realm. He disrupted the plans of various major sects, and the Sword Sect helped shoulder all the responsibilities.

Such a character had grown up under their watchful eyes.

Refreshing!

Han Muye didn’t stay in the main hall but left Yunlu City directly, walking at a leisurely pace.

Ahead was a small village with spirit fields around it, and many cultivators were working in the fields.

Han Muye walked through the fields and saw a group of eleven or twelve-year-old children wielding wooden swords on a flat ground.

Beside them, a white-bearded old man held an iron sword and was shouting instructions.

“Chen Zi, you’re too slow.

“Wang Dahe, your hands are like chicken claws. Where’s your strength?”

The old man’s voice was powerful, and the children swung their swords nervously.

Han Muye stood outside the flat ground, watching as the old man taught the basic sword techniques of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect.

It wasn’t until half an hour later that the old man waved his hand, and the children left to play.

“So, interested in any of them?” The old man, who had noticed Han Muye earlier, walked towards him at a slow pace and asked.

Han Muye had the badge of the Zhenxuan Hall on his chest.

“Wang Zijian,” Han Muye said softly.

“Haha, good eye.” The old man laughed heartily, put away the iron sword in his hand, and a proud expression appeared on his face.

“Among these ten or so little fellows, only Wang Zijian’s cultivation will be stronger in the future.”

“This kid has a natural affinity for the sword.”

With a nostalgic look, the old man looked at Han Muye. “You can take him away, but you need to get his consent.”

He slowly raised his hand and held the longsword horizontally. The old man’s expression was solemn. “Defeat me in front of them.”

The children who were scattered also noticed the situation here and slowly gathered around.

“Look, the person in front is an official disciple of the Sword Sect, with the identity badge of a disciple.” The old man spoke loudly.

The children’s gazes fell on the badge on Han Muye’s chest, envy evident on their faces.

“Today he wants to take a disciple with him. I made a deal with him that as long as he can defeat me in a swordfight, I’ll let him choose freely.” The old man shouted again.

Select a disciple?

An official disciple of the Sword Sect was looking for someone to be his disciple?

The children’s eyes became even more eager.

Even the cultivators who had come over upon hearing the news looked on with envy.

Everyone here was just an outer disciple of the Sword Sect; no one was qualified to become a disciple of the Sword Sect.

These children would participate in trials when they grew up, but whether they could become disciples of the Sword Sect, it wasn’t clear if even one or two could achieve that.

Becoming a disciple of the Sword Sect was a matter of luck.

Han Muye glanced around and nodded.

“Clang—”

The old man unsheathed his sword and turned into a whirlwind, slashing at Han Muye’s neck.

This sword was fast and went straight for Han Muye’s vital points, giving him no chance to dodge.

“Clang—”

A sword light emerged from Han Muye’s hand, blocking the strike.

Without retracting his sword, the old man utilized the momentum of the attack to swing again.

Han Muye’s sword’s edge swept lightly, and the two swords continued to clash.

The clash of the two swords created a symphony of sword cries.

The old man kept pressing forward, but he couldn’t breach the three-foot range in front of Han Muye.

“Clang—”

With a long cry, the old man retreated in mid-air, holding his long sword and looking at Han Muye.

“Indeed, you are a disciple of the Sword Sect. Your swordsmanship is exquisite; I can’t compare.” The old man arched his hand and then raised his long sword. “Please, strike me once so that I can witness the skills of a disciple of the Sword Sect.”

Throughout, Han Muye hadn’t taken the initiative to strike.

At this moment, he nodded, his sword turned into a whirlwind, and in a flash, he was already in front of the old man.

The old man raised his sword to block, but he missed. The edge of the sword left a mark on his collar before returning to the scabbard.
“Thanks for your humility.” Han Muye arched his hand, then looked at a 12 or 13-year-old child nearby.

“I want to take him with me.”

The child looked up nervously at Han Muye, then turned to look at the old man, and then at a middle-aged cultivator in a gray robe.

“Zijian, quick, kowtow to Master!” The middle-aged man in the gray robe, who had noticed this, exclaimed hurriedly.

The child hesitated for a moment, about to kneel down, but Han Muye raised his hand to stop him.

“I have important matters to attend to. I won’t be in Yunlu City for the time being. I’ll take him to the city and have a senior disciple teach him.”

Han Muye raised his hand and tossed a storage bag to the gray-robed cultivator.

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