Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 2306: 1062, a spiritual fields plant and a Source Stone, honesty for all ages

Rebirth Realm cultivation indeed focused on opening the acupoints and flushing the meridians as standards; however, merely clearing and opening them was not enough—it was necessary to fill them one by one with Source Power.

Source Power was the strength cultivated in the Land of Truth today, independent of the Heavenly Dao and solely relying on one’s self.

In the meridians of Han Muye, a faint thread of energy flowed, surging a grayish halo within two acupoints.

This was the result of his two days of rigorous cultivation.

Besides cultivating his technique, he had derivated the Gentle Breeze Twelve Forms.

If the battles in the Land of Illusion mostly involved clashes of supernatural powers, wielding immense forces capable of wiping out stars from billions of miles away, then the cultivation in the Land of Truth was about close combat.

Refining the physical body and the power of the meridians and acupoints was intended for close-quarters combat.

Before reaching the peak of the Rebirth Realm, it mainly involved collisions between physical bodies and struggles of strength.

The Gentle Breeze Twelve Forms were moderate, neither seeking sharp killing moves nor tight defense.

Such a balanced method doomed the Nine Mysteries Dao to mediocrity.

Without any reservation, Han Muye derivative this combat technique and transformed it into six forms.

The simplified Gentle Breeze Twelve Forms appeared more straightforward, but their killing potential had increased manifold.

Moreover, they could be executed not only with fists and feet but also with swords.

“Junior brother, how goes your cultivation?”

When Han Muye emerged from seclusion, Wu Mingjue came to see him, curiosity evident on his face.

Han Muye raised his hand, revealing a chicken-egg-sized, bluish-gray aura in his palm.

This was his Source Power.

Wu Mingjue nodded, his face showing a hint of astonishment, “Junior brother is truly extraordinary, to cultivate Source Power so quickly.”

“With Source Power to conceal oneself, one need not fear outsiders’ detection.”

Without Source Power, Han Muye would lack the ability to protect himself.

Without cultivating Source Power, he wouldn’t even qualify to stay in the Nine Mysteries Dao.

“By the way, in the past few days, uncle master will take us to the Fuyuan Abandoned Mine to look for scattered Source Stones; you must be careful while guarding the sect.”

“There are also a few young disciples in the sect, all potentially able to cultivate Source Power in the future, they are the seeds nurtured by the sect.”

Source Stones contain Source Power that cultivators can absorb and are also used as a medium of exchange and currency between cultivators.

Nowadays, the strength of the Nine Mysteries Dao is weak, lacking not only a legacy but also true pillar-like successors.

The entire sect is supported only by a Rebirth Fifth Level Realm cultivator.

Previously, Han Muye had become aware of the sect’s crisis, which was due to the expiration of the lease for a hundred acres of rented land below the mountain.

To cultivate spiritual grains that help cultivators enhance their physical strength and contain a hint of Source Power, special spiritual fields are needed.

The Nine Mysteries Dao had no spiritual fields of its own and had to rent.

Now that the lease had expired, and the sect couldn’t afford the rent, the disciples, especially those who had recently joined the sect and had not yet cultivated Source Power, were unable to advance.

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As for the abandoned mine mentioned by Wu Mingjue, it was located thousands of miles away, within the mountains, an old mine abandoned many years ago.

The major sect that had guarded it had already relinquished the mine, and cultivators scattered across the Nine Mysteries Mountain Range, small sects included, went there searching for bits of Source Stones.

Major sects scorned the small quantity of Source Stones, but for small sects and ordinary scattered cultivators, these were rare treasures; finding even a bit often meant a fierce battle to determine ownership.

“Okay.” Han Muye nodded.

Although he didn’t have much connection to the Nine Mysteries Dao, he was, after all, born in the Nine Mysteries Heavenly Taoist Sect.

Setting aside sentimental attachments, at the very least, he was now residing in their sect.

Wu Mingjue hesitated before pulling out a grayish-green rune and two pigeon-egg-sized jade stones, handing them over to Han Muye with some reluctance.

“This is a Giant Strength Talisman and two Source Stones; if there’s trouble, activate the talisman and channel it with Source Power for some self-defense capabilities.”

“If not,” Wu Mingjue added with a smile, “then these two Source Stones are for junior brother to cultivate.”

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Daoist Hu Yu led nine second-generation disciples and two third-generation elites from the Nine Mysteries Dao Gate towards the abandoned mine.

Left in the sect were Han Muye and eight third-generation new disciples.

Han Muye was considered a second generation disciple.

Those third generation disciples were all under twenty years old and hadn’t yet condensed Source Power in their cultivation abilities.

Without the constraints of elder sect members, the eight third generation disciples all became lax.

Only two timorous and honest ones were responsible for cooking and carrying firewood daily.

Han Muye didn’t mind; he only came out of seclusion to eat.

He had early used those two Source Stones for cultivation, transforming them into a strand of Source Power in his own meridians.

In a few days’ time, he had cultivated eighteen strands of Source Power in his meridians, and a faint halo shone through the five acupoints.

At lunchtime, Han Muye left seclusion, and in the dining hall, a disciple in a green robe slammed his bowl onto the table.

“Xun Hao, why is there no meat again today?”

The disciple glared, looking towards the gray-robed young man serving the food.

Others also showed signs of impatience on their faces.

“Indeed, eating vegetables for three days straight, I can’t even sustain the morning exercises.”

“When the senior uncle and grandmaster left, what did they say? Everything in the sect was under the senior uncle’s responsibility, and they had left enough resources.”

Everyone’s eyes turned towards Han Muye.

“Fellow disciples, there really isn’t any meat,” the honest disciple named Xun Hao quickly put down the wooden barrel.

“When the senior uncle and grandmaster left, all they left in the dining hall were grains; the vegetables are ones that Teng Ming and I picked from the spiritual fields down the mountain.”

“The senior uncle also doesn’t have any resources, as we all know.”

“Bang—” The thrown bowl smashed on the table, and the tall green-robed disciple snorted coldly and walked away.

“I’m going to the restaurants down the mountain.”

The other disciples quickly followed, running out.

Han Muye walked up to the dining table, where the two gray-robed disciples showed sheepish expressions.

“Senior uncle, we really don’t have any meat…”

Han Muye waved his hand, filled his bowl with rice, and then started eating by himself.

Meat could enhance blood essence, slightly increasing Source Power more than grains, but the best was spiritual grains, which were needed to trade for Source Stones; the entire sect couldn’t bear to eat them.

In the late afternoon, while Han Muye was cultivating in a small courtyard, Xun Hao rushed in, flustered.

“Senior uncle, it’s bad news, the Qin Family has come to collect rent; Teng Ming said that since the grandmasters are absent, they… they are going to harvest the spiritual grains in the fields!”

“The spiritual grains aren’t mature yet. If they are harvested now, our Nine Mysteries Dao won’t survive the latter half of the year!”

Xun Hao was sweaty and rubbed his hands, not knowing what to do.

Han Muye glanced at him, ended his cultivation, and walked out of the courtyard.

The two left the sect and hurried down the mountain, and before long they saw in the fields below, Teng Ming being stepped on by several strong men, while three other big men were holding sickles and cutting the unripe spiritual grains.

“Cut it; the newly acquired Gale Colt loves to eat just sprouted spiritual grains.”

At the head of the field, a fifty-year-old man wearing a green robe and sporting a goatee waved his sleeves, all smiles on his face.

“Old Jin did think for a long time before realizing that the Nine Mysteries Dao has just sprouted spiritual grains here.”

“The Nine Mysteries Dao has also fallen, not even willing to spend Source Stones to hasten the maturity of the spiritual grains.”

The old man said, then turned his head and, noticing Han Muye and Xun Hao approaching, wore a dismissive smile on his face.

Han Muye reached the field, where the fallen Teng Ming cried out, “Senior uncle, they are harvesting our spiritual grains!”

“It’s all gone… it’s all gone…” Xun Hao turned pale and collapsed to the ground.

Han Muye looked at the harvested spiritual grains, his expression unchanged, and nodded: “Harvest more.”

This remark initially startled the goateed old man, followed by loud laughter.

“Finally, someone who knows his place.”

“Don’t worry, this little matter with the spiritual grains, your sect leader wouldn’t dare—”

Before he could finish, Han Muye’s voice rang out, “One spiritual grain, one Source Stone, fair to both young and old.”

“Remember to bring the Source Stones to our Nine Mysteries Dao.”