Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 2312: 1068, leave behind the Source Stone

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…” @@novelbin@@

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.

Seven Dominion Realm bodies were locked by the Flowing Light, completely powerless to resist, and were directly captured under Cloud Void Mountain.

The Dominion Realm.

Those were the world’s Overlords, revered across countless Planes—yet they were captured like prisoners by long chains of sword light and dragged to the foot of Cloud Void Mountain.

Countless cultivators looked up, staring blankly at this scene.

There was no grand battle, no collision of sword lights filling the sky.

It was just Han Muye raising his hand, and with the rise and fall of the sword light, seven Dominion Realms were captured.

In front of Han Muye’s sword light, the Dominion Realm was no more agile than the mountain chickens and hares.

It was indeed so.

For Han Muye, who had already reached an understanding of the sword path at the Creator Level, suppressing the Dominion Realm required hardly any effort.

Above the Dominion is the shatter illusions, and only after shattering illusions is the God Realm.

Han Muye, who had touched the barrier of the creator, could easily slay those in the God Realm. What’s more for suppressing the Dominion now?

Merely ants.

The deeper Han Muye’s cultivation realm and comprehension of the sword path became, the clearer his understanding of the cultivation in the world.

A solitary journey on the Great Dao is inevitable.

In front of Cloud Void Mountain, the heavens were stirred by light, while the winds and clouds surged and rolled.

Eight Dominion Realm masters came, and now only one stood in place, his entire body chilling.

“Commander Han has become so powerful…” Great Honored Cheng Xun muttered under his breath, a hint of relief on his face.

If he hadn’t taken that step back just now, he would also be suppressed at the gate of Cloud Void Mountain now.

In midair, Yu Shaotang held the Cloud Listening Sword in his hands, his expression changing, eventually letting out a sigh.

In his hands, the Cloud Listening Sword also vibrated slightly as a voice sounded, “Yu Shaotang, look at others. If you had half his strength back then, Heaven-Stabilizing Sword Sect wouldn’t have fallen apart.”

A twitch formed at the corner of Yu Shaotang’s mouth.

Not far away, Han Muye raised his hand again.

Yu Shaotang and the Cloud Listening Sword scattered, transforming into three hundred and sixty Sky-piercing Swords that dragged the bodies of the seven Dominion Realm powerhouses to the foot of Cloud Void Mountain, to be suppressed.

The columns of blood essence light on the seven Dominion Realms flashed brightly, as if their dazzling light would dye the skies for thousands of miles.

But no matter how they struggled, the three hundred and sixty swords relentlessly pressed down.

Cloud Void Mountain thundered, the seven Dominion Realms were suppressed underneath, with streams of Flowing Light soaring to the skies, causing onlookers to feel a chill in their hearts from afar.

“Ladies and gentlemen, today I have imprisoned seven Dominion Realms at the gate of our Heaven-Stabilizing Sword Sect, as a congratulation for our sect’s reunion. How about that?”

Han Muye’s voice echoed between heaven and earth.

How about that?

Who would dare comment on such a matter?

Outside the sect gates, the countless cultivators bowed their heads.

A major sect contending with the Immortal Dynasty—such a mighty trend was better left untouched by insignificant beings like them.

In the distance, golden light shined in the sky but eventually faded away.

The injured Marquis Yunmo, losing seven Dominion Realms, fled.

“Commander Han, take care.” Great Honored Cheng Xun sighed softly, cupped his fists towards Han Muye, and vanished from his spot.

As a resident of the Immortal Dynasty, he knew how powerful the dynasty was.

Han Muye was capable of suppressing seven Dominions on his own, but could he suppress seven who had shattered illusions, seven from the God Realm?

For those against the Immortal Dynasty, there was no good end.

Such a pity.

“Please let Han Zhexian know that I will exchange my ten billion merit tokens and the power of the Heaven Suppressing Guard Commander in person.”

Han Muye’s voice arose behind Great Honored Cheng Xun.

Ten billion merit tokens.

Heaven-Stabilizing Guard Commander.

This wasn’t just a challenge, but a slap in the face…

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Cloud Void Mountain.

The Heaven-Stabilizing Sword Sect’s reunion ceremony ended briefly.

The cultivators who came to the gathering wished they had more legs to put as much distance as possible from Cloud Void Mountain.

Offending the Immortal Dynasty was simply self-inflicted suffering.

Even if Han Muye was powerful and had ten billion Military Exploits, what good would it do to oppose the Immortal Dynasty?

As the guests dispersed, Zhang Mingyuan and the core members of the former All-Encompassing Sword Sect looked towards Han Muye.

The newly formed Heaven-Stabilizing Sword Sect still centered around the powerhouses of the All-Encompassing Sword Sect, with Zhang Mingyuan still in charge of the sect, while Han Muye did not concern himself with these worldly affairs.

“Zhang Mingyuan, if you are truly faced with an enemy at Cloud Void Mountain that cannot be resisted, have Yu Shaotang and the Cloud Listening General move the entire Cloud Void Mountain into the void.”

Han Muye raised his hand and handed a small green sword to Zhang Mingyuan.

“Into the void, with this sword, you can summon reinforcements.”

Reinforcements?

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!