Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

As the largest family within a hundred miles, the Qin Family’s clan residence was not located in the small town at the foot of the mountain.

However, there were cultivators of the Qin Family stationed in the town, powerful individuals who suppressed the locale.

Two at the Rebirth Realm third floor, already the strongest in the small town.

At this moment, both Qin Dangwu and Qin Zhengyao, the Qin Family’s experts, had glum expressions.

The normally docile Nine Mysteries Dao had actually injured a Qin Family manager, which was a slap in the face to the Qin Family.

They had just checked on Old Jin’s injuries and found that the vertebrae and shoulder blades had been removed with a special method, rendering this Second Layer of the Detachment Realm Qin Family servant utterly crippled.

“Seventeenth Master, Nineteenth Master, I was merely seeking some spiritual fields to feed the Gale Colt on behalf of the Third Master when they, the Nine Mysteries Dao, beat me up like this. They are blatantly disrespecting the Qin Family!”

Old Jin wailed, his eyes brimming with resentment.

He still didn’t know that he had become a cripple.

“And that man even extorted me, demanding a spiritual field and a Source Stone. He, he’s rebelling!”

Old Jin’s eyes widened as he gnashed his teeth and growled.

Right now, all he could do was continuously incite and fan the flames of his masters’ resentment.

“Hmph,” Qin Dangwu slammed the thick sandalwood table, shattering it.

Below, the six disciples of the Nine Mysteries Dao trembled, all knelt on the ground, not daring to raise their heads.

They too were bewildered.

Just dining in a town restaurant, how did they offend the Qin Family?

Moreover, they were being extorted for one Source Stone per grain of rice; if they couldn’t produce it, the Nine Mysteries Dao would have to supply these Source Stones.

Six people, three bowls of rice each – how many Source Stones was that?

Surely the entire Nine Mysteries Dao couldn’t produce so many Source Stones, right?

Was this a death sentence for them?

“Esteemed sirs, surely that person must have been sent by another sect to harm our Nine Mysteries Dao,” the young man kneeling at the front spoke up.

“Yes, yes, that man is new, we don’t know how he joined our Nine Mysteries Dao; surely he is a spy from outside,” another person also called out.

The two Qin Family experts at the head displayed chilling expressions.

Those Qin Family servants and cultivators all wore cold faces.

In their eyes, these six insignificant new disciples of the Nine Mysteries Dao counted for nothing, not even worthy of speaking.

Capturing them was merely to lure out that person from the Nine Mysteries Dao.

“My lords, he’s here!”

Below the pavilion, a loud call came.

All the scattered people of the Qin Family rushed to the staircase, their gazes intently fixed on the figure ascending the stairs step by step.

Han Muye walked up the stairs, his eyes sweeping over to the six captured disciples.

“Wu Quan, were you injured?”

He inquired indifferently.

The young man kneeling in front, taken aback, quickly shook his head.

“Han Muye, what on earth—” Just as the young man beside Wu Quan began to speak, Han Muye cut him off again.

“No injuries, just a scare.”

Han Muye’s voice echoed through the pavilion: “Qin Family owes the Nine Mysteries Dao a thousand Source Stones per disciple, let’s call it even.”

The pavilion fell silent.

Old Jin, who was watching with resentful eyes, stared at Han Muye, his eyes wide with astonishment.

Has this guy gone mad?

“Hehe, good, very good,” Qin Dangwu stood up, his gaze fixing on Han Muye.

“You’re the first to have the audacity to disrespect the Qin Family like this.”

“It seems the Nine Mysteries Dao need not exist any longer.”

On his body, intense killing intent and thick murderous aura surged forth, as if transforming into Cloudlight.

The pavilion was filled with the intent to kill.

The six disciples from the Nine Mysteries Dao stared wide-eyed, trembling all over.

“The Nine Mysteries Dao was once the Nine Mysteries Heavenly Taoist Sect, with a legacy that can be traced back thousands of years. I wonder on what grounds the Qin Family thinks it can wipe out such a deeply rooted sect?” Han Muye said softly to the two men before him. RἈƝȮВĘＳ

These words caused Qin Dangwu and Qin Zhengyao to burst out laughing.

“Thousands of years of legacy?”

“The Qin Family has extinguished more than one sect with a legacy of thousands of years.”

The two men laughed heartily before Qin Dangwu stepped forward and sent a punch hurtling down towards Han Muye’s head.

This punch was incredibly swift, its speed alone causing cultivators in the Second Layer of the Detachment Realm to feel their hearts quiver.

Old Jin gritted his teeth, his gaze fixed on Han Muye as if he wanted to witness the crushing of Han Muye’s skull by the punch.

The six disciples of the Nine Mysteries Dao Sect turned pale, their eyes filled with despair.

No one to save them since their ancestors and uncles were all in the Abandoned Mine.

In Han Muye’s eyes, this punch moved exceedingly slowly.

He had already seen through all of the opponent’s techniques.

He had even deduced numerous moves of the Qin Family’s offensive skills.

Compared to the Nine Mysteries Dao Sect, the offensive skills of the Qin Family held no advantage.

Seeing the punch approach, Han Muye neither dodged nor evaded, simply lifting his right hand and striking horizontally in front of him.

His fist met Qin Dangwu’s wrist, landing a heavy blow on it.

Qin Dangwu’s wrist “cracked,” and his right hand was swept aside.

Without waiting for him to retreat, Han Muye stepped forward half a step, slightly turning his body, his elbow striking horizontally and colliding with Qin Dangwu’s chest.

“Crack—”

The sound of Qin Dangwu’s breastbone shattering resounded.

“Cloud Peak Suppressing Mounts!”

Wu Quan muttered blankly as he watched the elbow strike.

How could a cultivator of the Third Layer of the Detachment Realm not endure even a single blow?

Qin Dangwu’s entire body shuddered, kneeling on the ground with a pained expression on his face.

“Courting death!”

Qin Zhengyao, on the other side, bellowed, stepping forward as the long saber at his waist drew out and sliced down towards Han Muye’s head.

Han Muye did not shrink back, instead advancing, raising his right hand to block while his left hand reached for Qin Zhengyao’s chest.

This move was clearly the same technique he had used in the fields!

Old Jin’s face turned ashen, as if he were reliving the afternoon.

Wu Quan and the others looked up, intently watching Han Muye’s strike.

The posture was all too familiar.

Gentle Breeze Twelve Forms’ Riding the Clouds and Chasing the Wind!

“Slap—”

Han Muye’s palm supported Qin Zhengyao’s wrist, his other hand grabbing his lapel, twisting his body, and flinging him away.

In the moment he was thrown, Qin Zhengyao’s spine and shoulder bones all shattered.

“Bang—”

Qin Zhengyao’s body was thrown to the side, his face showing a look of agony.

In just that instant, two strong warriors of the Qin Family’s Detachment Realm Third Layer were defeated.

The servants and cultivators of the Qin Family scattered aside, all standing pale-faced, not daring to move.

“How, how can this be…” Wu Quan stood wide-eyed, muttering in confusion.

The other Nine Mysteries Dao Sect disciples were equally bewildered.

“Aren’t you getting up yet?”

Han Muye’s shout made the six disciples rise to their feet.

“Remember, if the Qin Family fails to deliver the Source Stones owed to the Nine Mysteries Dao Sect, Han Zhexian will personally pay a visit to the Qin Family to take them myself,” Han Muye said.

Han Muye walked forward, grabbed Qin Dangwu’s lapel, pulled out a pouch of Source Stones from his pocket, weighed it, and then turned to look at Wu Quan and the others.

“What are you standing around for?”

“Gather the Source Stones; consider it a scare fee.”

A scare fee?

Wu Quan and the other disciples happily stepped forward, searching all the immobile people of the Qin Family for Source Stones.

Some had five or six pieces on them, others seven or eight.

When gathered together, there turned out to be as many as fifty or sixty pieces in total.

Wu Quan’s eyes gleamed as he presented the Source Stones to Han Muye.

“Elder Uncle, this is a tribute from your disciples,” he said.

Han Muye grabbed a handful and then waved his hand, turning to descend from the Pavilion.

Wu Quan and the others eagerly followed with delight.

Moments later, wails and roars emanated from the Pavilion.

“Nine Mysteries Dao Sect, this matter is not over…”

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