Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

On the plaza of the Nine Mysteries Dao, everyone turned their heads toward the direction of the sound.

Han Muye, clothed in a green robe, approached slowly, cautiously followed by Wu Quan.

“Junior Brother…” Zeng He frowned and murmured softly.

Today’s scene was one that they, as disciples, could not involve themselves in.

Moreover, this situation could very well be a life-or-death moment for their own sect, where all decisions had to be left to the Sect Leader.

Beside Zeng He, Wu Mingjue also had a tense expression, closely watching Han Muye.

Could it be that this ancestor, awakened from some bygone era, was still going to meddle at a time like this?

Could he really not see the situation clearly?

Daoist Hu Yu’s eyebrows were tightly knotted as he shook his head slightly.

These forebears, awakened from ancient times, still carried the pride of overlords and powerful beings; they still considered the Nine Mysteries Dao the dominators they once were.

But reality would teach them a lesson.

“Kill him.”

Across from them, Pan Ping of the Light Spirit Taoist Sect already barked out a low order.

There were no arguments, no annoyance, no hesitation.

Disrespect him, and you kill him directly.

That was the choice of the strong.

The Supreme Realm today operated precisely like this, where power spoke for itself.

The people of Qin Family all wore smiles on their faces as they watched the unfolding scene.

They were happy to watch the drama.

The two strong men accompanying Pan Ping quickly stepped forward, charging towards Han Muye.

Daoist Hu Yu wanted to intervene, but an aura surged around Taoist Pan Ping, blocking him.

On the other side, Wu Mingjue and disciples like Zeng He exchanged glances, and just as Wu Mingjue was about to act, a fellow sect member held him back.

“Elder Brother, save your energy,” said the fellow sect member, shaking his head and looking at the two men charging towards Han Muye. “We might need to save our own skins soon.”

If the sect were to dissolve, then it would truly come to everyone for themselves.

Even if they intervened now, could they still lend a hand later?

Wu Mingjue fell silent, only able to watch as the two men, both at least at the second level of the Rebirth Realm, charged at Han Muye.

The two moved extremely fast, arriving in front of Han Muye in a few steps. One stretched out his left hand, the other his right, both clutching straight towards Han Muye’s torso.

This grab sealed off Han Muye’s routes of retreat and dodging, and the strength in their hands was formidable—if they caught him, his internal organs would rupture instantly.

Wu Quan, following behind Han Muye, watched with a tense expression, eager to know just how powerful his uncle master truly was.

Han Muye watched the two men approach; he stepped forward and, with a gentle sweep of his left hand, blocked the grab on his left using the Cloud Catching the Clear Wind move.

The opponent’s strength failed to oppose his arm, which was as gentle as a breeze.

With his right hand, he formed a fist and smashed it towards the incoming grab.

Wind-quelling Cloud-blocking, one of the Gentle Breeze Twelve Forms.

“Boom—”

A fist and palm collided, the opponent’s arm made a “crack” sound, breaking the bone directly.

By then, Han Muye’s left hand had already captured the other big man’s arm, lightly stirring it.

“Crack—”

That man’s arm broke as well.

Two steps, three moves, and both men were incapacitated.

“Gentle Breeze Twelve Forms…” Daoist Hu Yu stared in astonishment at Han Muye, who was slowly drawing back his hands.

“This, this is the altered Gentle Breeze Twelve Forms!” Wu Mingjue and others widened their eyes as they watched Han Muye, with a mere raise of his arm, incapacitate two cultivators at the second level of the Rebirth Realm.

Such prowess was something the traditionally moderate Nine Mysteries Dao couldn’t even fathom.

Having incapacitated the two men, Han Muye walked forward steadily.

At this moment, whether it was Pan Ping from the Light Spirit Taoist Sect or Qin Yue of the Qin Family standing behind, their faces looked extremely grim.

“No wonder he dared to harm our Qin Family people, so the Nine Mysteries Dao has hidden such a master.” Qin Yue stepped forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Pan Ping.

Pan Ping snorted coldly, pulling a green short sword from his sleeve.

“Kill!”

With a loud shout, the short sword in his hand burst into inch by inch of golden light, as Source Power surged, igniting a three-foot-long Flowing Light.

Holding a three-foot-long sword, Pan Ping charged directly at Han Muye.

“Be careful of the Light Spirit Taoist Sect’s Spirit Light Sword Technique.”

Daoist Hu Yu shouted.

On the other side, Qin Yue had already quietly dashed toward Han Muye.

Han Muye’s expression remained unchanged as he watched the golden light sword stab toward him. With a sudden move, he seemed to be Caressing Willows, circling to Pan Ping’s side in an instant.

“Caressing Willows with the Wind can also transform into a movement technique…”

Wu Mingjue muttered under his breath, his hands and feet trembling.

He couldn’t imagine how, after so many years of cultivating his own skills that had never shown any combat strength, it had become so formidable in the hands of Han Muye.

“Integration and mastery have taken how long…” Daoist Hu Yu murmured under his breath, his eyes sparkling with light.

He had heard that in his sect, there had once been elite cultivators who could cultivate their techniques and skills to a profound level, effortlessly commanding them with every gesture.

Wasn’t that what he was seeing in Han Muye now?

But how long had this old ancestor been awake and practiced these skills?

Could it really be that this individual was a true genius?

Would the Nine Mysteries Dao really be revitalized?

“Boom—”

Han Muye threw a punch, striking Pan Ping’s ribs.

Pan Ping’s whole body shook, and a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out.

A Rebirth Realm sixth level expert couldn’t block or withstand this punch!

The Han Muye before them was even stronger than the Rebirth Realm sixth level!

When Qin Yue saw Pan Ping spit blood from Han Muye’s punch, he turned and fled.

Unfortunately, he ran fast, but Han Muye pursued even faster.

Within three steps, Han Muye was already behind Qin Yue.

“Be careful—”

The disciples of Qin Family shouted, Qin Yue turned and stepped out, but kicked air.

Han Muye stood beside him, reached out, grabbed his clothes, and then flipped him over.

“Riding the Clouds and Chasing the Wind!”

All disciples of the Nine Mysteries Dao exclaimed in surprise.

This move was Riding the Clouds and Chasing the Wind.

Yet such a simple move directly threw a Qin Family Rebirth Realm fifth level expert to the ground.

Qin Yue’s body smashed to the ground, shattering a piece of green stone, his body writhing on the ground, unable to rise.

His shoulder and spine bones had been smashed by Han Muye’s strike.

Such ferocious tactics deterred those from the Light Spirit Taoist Sect and the disciples of Qin Family from advancing.

“Leave all the Source Stones on your person.”

“Keep these two with my Nine Mysteries Dao, and go back to fetch ten thousand Source Stones to exchange for them.”

Han Muye looked at those people from Qin Family and the Light Spirit Taoist Sect and spoke loudly.

Leave the Source Stones?

People glanced at each other and hurriedly handed over the Source Stones from their pockets.

Are you kidding? Would they choose the stones over their lives?

The scattered Source Stones, amounting to over two hundred, were collected together.

“Now scram!” Han Muye shouted, and those disciples scurried away in fright.

Han Muye walked forward, taking out the Source Stones from Pan Ping and Qin Yue.

They each wore about a dozen Source Stones, and there were also a few fine-grade Source Stones glowing slightly, storing ten times the Source Power of ordinary ones.

Han Muye unapologetically took all the Source Stones, turned around, and walked back.

Watching Han Muye’s retreating figure, Daoist Hu Yu pondered for a moment, then looked toward Wu Mingjue and the others.

“Deliver these Source Stones to him.”

Daoist Hu Yu pointed toward the three hundred Source Stones just brought out by the Nine Mysteries Dao and spoke solemnly.

Now that things had come to this point, it was time to see if Han Muye could revitalize the Nine Mysteries Dao!

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