Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 2307: 1063, this matter is not over.

“A stalk of spiritual grain, a piece of spiritual rock—is it expensive?”

“Expensive.”

So expensive that even the elites of major sects couldn’t afford it.

The key issue was that ten pounds of spiritual grain only cost one Source Stone; when had they ever sold it by the stalk?

Not to mention that from beginning to end, that goat, Old Jin, hadn’t even thought of giving out Source Stones.

“One stalk of spiritual grain for one Source Stone,” Old Jin’s face turned cold.

The three big men who had already cut a large handful of spiritual grain in the field were now somewhat bewildered as they turned their heads.

“I thought someone from Nine Mysteries Dao understood the situation, turns out, he’s an idiot.” Old Jin gave a cold snort, lifted his hand, and with one stride, flung it towards Han Muye’s head.

A faint blackish-green light shone from his palm, drawing in a gust of wind.

If this strike landed solidly, even a cultivator in the Rebirth Realm would have their skull smashed open by a slap.

“Uncle-Master, dodge quickly—” Xun Hao’s eyes widened as he called out in a low voice.

He hadn’t expected his Uncle-Master to directly offend the steward of the Qin Family and provoke him to anger and attack.

That Qin Family steward was at the Second Layer of the Detachment Realm and among all the second-generation disciples of Nine Mysteries Dao, only the eldest disciple, Wu Mingjue, and the extremely talented Bai Zhanting could rival him.

His Uncle-Master had only just begun his training and didn’t even have the qualifications to go to the abandoned mine to collect Source Stones, how could he be a match for the Qin Family’s steward?

This was akin to courting death!

Han Muye watched that hand fall, his eyes narrowing.

In terms of Origin Force Cultivation, his opponent far surpassed him, an early cultivator of Origin Force who had barely entered the Rebirth Realm.

However, when it came to utilizing Origin Force, channeling power, and comprehending cultivation, the Qin Family steward in front of him was far too lacking.

Han Muye took a step forward with his foot, reached out with his left hand, slightly upturned, elbow slanted, blocking before him.

“Bang—”

Steward Jin’s palm smashed onto Han Muye’s arm, causing Han Muye’s entire body to tremble.

The strength of this hit was at least a thousand pounds.

If it were any other cultivator who had just entered the Rebirth Realm, their arm would break instantly upon impact.

But not Han Muye.

His physical body had been refined, enormously powerful, unfazed by the opponent’s strike.

His figure slight shifted with the force of the blow, his right hand rising, passing through Old Jin’s chest and abdomen, grabbing his lapel.

Old Jin was startled and just about to attack with another palm, but Han Muye’s left arm quickly wrapped around and entangled his right arm.

Left arm entwining, right hand sealing.

This technique was clearly a combination composed of “Cloud Catching the Clear Wind” and “Caressing Willows with the Wind” from the Gentle Breeze Twelve Forms.

Xun Hao and Teng Ming, both new disciples, also recognized this technique.

But in their eyes, Han Muye effortlessly combined the two forms.

Right before them, Han Muye suddenly lifted his hand, using both arms to hoist the Qin Family steward Old Jin directly into the air, then threw him into the field of spiritual grain.

“Crack—”

Old Jin’s shoulder and spine broke under the toss, his body landing in the Spirit Valley Field, unable to get up.

“Riding the Clouds and Chasing the Wind…”

Xun Hao murmured under his breath.

This technique was clearly Riding the Clouds and Chasing the Wind from the Twelve Gentle Breeze Forms.

But Han Muye had incorporated the lethal move “Whirling Wind Hand” into this technique.

In the instant his palm twisted, most of Old Jin’s bones were disassembled, leaving him with no strength to fight back.

It was precisely because of this that Old Jin was thrown into the spiritual field, breaking his bones.

“Steward Jin!”

“He hit Steward Jin!”

Those sturdy young men from the Qin Family hurriedly helped Old Jin up from the spiritual field.

Biting his teeth and grunting in pain, Old Jin’s body was bent like a shrimp, absolutely unable to lift his head.

Han Muye stood atop the field ridge, watching the crowd approach, and once again he spoke.

“Include the damaged spiritual fields as well.”

After speaking, he turned and walked up the mountain.

Xun Hao and Teng Ming hurriedly followed, their faces full of surprise and confusion, tinged with a bit of reverence.

The technique Han Muye just displayed was clearly a sect’s inheritance cultivated to an incredibly powerful degree.

The people of the Qin Family dared not speak until the three had walked away, then Old Jin finally growled, “Let’s go, back to the estate, this matter isn’t over!”

…

At the Nine Mysteries Dao Sect Residence, in front of the small courtyard, Xun Hao and Teng Ming looked nervously at Han Muye.

“Uncle Master, the Qin Family is the biggest clan within a hundred miles, and they own almost all the surrounding spiritual fields,” Xun Hao said quietly, looking at Han Muye.

“Yeah,” Teng Ming added, his face swollen from being beaten but still showing concern, “the head of the Qin Family is said to have achieved cultivation at the seventh layer of the Rebirth Realm. Not even our Sect Leader’s ancestor is a match for him.”

Although Han Muye’s beating of Old Jin was satisfying to watch, now that they thought about it, the trouble this could bring was unimaginable.

If the Qin Family could be offended, the Nine Mysteries Dao wouldn’t be troubled by the spirit field rent, and Daoist Hu Yu wouldn’t be forced to search for Source Stone in the abandoned mine.

“If you have time to ponder these matters, you’d be better off thinking about how to improve your own cultivation.”

Han Muye left them with that remark and strode back to his own courtyard.

Xun Hao and Teng Ming looked at each other, their expressions changing from puzzled to excited.

“Cloud Catching the Clear Wind and Caressing Willows with the Wind can actually operate like that.”

“Not just that, the strike Riding the Clouds and Chasing the Wind is truly profound.”

“People say our Nine Mysteries Dao’s techniques aren’t sharp enough, but in Uncle Master’s hands, that carefree way of wielding them is truly incredibly powerful…”

At this moment, Han Muye inside the courtyard stood still, his aura like a gentle breeze passing through.

A mountainous illusion manifested around his body, surrounded by circling clear winds.

If Xun Hao and Teng Ming were to see this scene, they would surely be stupefied.

It was said that when offensive skills are cultivated to a very high level, they could manifest an imposing state of Dao intent, and the power added to them was terrifying.

Yet such a powerful individual is unheard of not only in the Nine Mysteries Dao but even within the entire Nine Mysteries Mountain Range.

“Though there is no Heavenly Dao, there is a great path, interesting.”

Han Muye chuckled lightly, and the clear wind around him transformed into a swirling gust that lingered close to his body.

The techniques of Gentle Breeze Twelve Forms weren’t bad at all, after all, it was the legacy of a major sect.

After cultivating for several hours, Han Muye ended his practice. As he stepped out of the courtyard, he saw Teng Ming standing outside, his face full of excitement and anxiety.

“Uncle Master, can Whirlwind Sweep be combined with Pine Wind for Thousands of Miles?” Teng Ming asked, clenching his fists, his eyes nervously fixed on Han Muye.

Han Muye turned his head to look at him.

This kid had such rare talent.

“To turn Pine Wind for Thousands of Miles into the momentum of the wind and clouds, don’t be rigid. Otherwise, you will have difficulty mastering the versatile power of this move,” Han Muye advised, raising his hand, a breeze flew out.@@novelbin@@

As the wind began, it collided with a green stone a yard away, and with a “bang,” the stone crumbled into dust.

Teng Ming’s eyes widened as he muttered under his breath, “This, this is real…”

“Bang—”

In the distance, the gate was slammed open, and a disciple with a bruised and ragged face rushed in.

“Uncle Master, my fellow brothers didn’t pay for their meal and were taken away by the Qin Family—”

“Uncle Master, they’re asking the Nine Mysteries Dao to use Source Stone to ransom them.”

“They said one grain of rice for one Source Stone, demanding you, Uncle Master, to use Source Stone for the ransom…”

The disciple looked at Han Muye, his face full of panic.

Teng Ming showed a look of alarm and turned towards Han Muye.

“Quite interesting,” Han Muye said with a light chuckle, straightening his clothes and walking towards the gate.

One doesn’t become rich without encountering unexpected windfalls.

He was in need of Source Stone for his cultivation.

It’s not suitable to just rob boldly and openly in need of Source Stone.

But now, there was a reason to rob.