Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 213: Picking the Golden Lotus, Instructor Lin’s Sword Cleaves the Mountain

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Han Muye nodded and said indifferently, “I also have many things that are inconvenient for me to do.”

“Alright, I’ll do it for you.” Tang Yunhao nodded and said in a low voice, “Give me 10 years, and I’ll take down the entire Flying Flower Hall.”

His eyes shone brightly.

The number one person in the younger generation of the Western Frontier, Sword Dao Immortal Han Muye.

When he knew that this was the person who had taught him back then, Tang Yunhao had some thoughts.

Only by following the footsteps of a true powerhouse could he have the chance to come into contact with the wider world.

As an itinerant cultivator who could be hunted down at any time, he would not achieve anything in 100 years, let alone 10 years.

Han Muye’s identity, status, talent, and future were worth a gamble.

After Han Muye made an agreement with Tang Yunhao, he asked the monk why he had come to the Western Frontier.

According to the monk’s introduction, he was from the bitter cold place of the Northern Region.

He was from the Xuankong Monastery, the largest Buddhist cultivation sect in the Northern Region.

In the Northern Region, its status was about the same as the Spiritual Dao Sect.

However, the Northern Region was a land of ice. It was uninhabited. Humans and foreign races lived together. There were not many true experts.

Xuankong Monastery only had 10,000 disciples and one Heaven Realm expert.

“Master, you’re from the Northern Region. Have you heard of a sword cultivator called Deng Chungang?”

Recalling that the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s number one direct disciple, Deng Chungang, had gone to the Northern Region, Han Muye asked.

The Monk thought back and shook his head. “There aren’t many people in the Northern Region who use swords.

“The strongest among them should be the Great Snow Mountain Sword King who split open three 100,000-foot-tall snow mountains with a single sword and suppressed the Snow Demon Clan.

“As for the others, I don’t think I’ve heard of anyone with that name who’s so good with a sword.”

The Northern Region was cold and vast. It was normal that he had never heard of Deng Chungang.

Han Muye didn’t pursue the matter.

He stood up and looked at the monk and Tang Yunhao. “As far as I know, when the Cloud Golden Lotus matures, it will attract demon beasts with sharp senses.

“Let’s go first and block the demonic beasts. When the golden lotus matures, we’ll pick it and leave.”

Both the Monk and Tang Yunhao had no objections to this arrangement.

Tang Yunhao reached out and pulled the dizzy Jia Muhe. He followed behind Lin Shen and everyone flew away.

In less than an hour, they arrived at a cliff.

This place was filled with vegetation. If he didn’t know the location in advance, he wouldn’t care much.

Stepping into the crack, the deeper he went, the hotter he felt.

This crack was actually connected to the Lava Land underground.

Sure enough, after following the crack for more than a thousand feet, he saw fiery red lava rolling in front of him.

Around them, spiritual energy and sword Qi rose, turning into a light screen to protect their bodies.

Han Muye, who was walking in front, had a faint layer of green aura wrapped around his body. His clothes fluttered as he walked leisurely.

The monk pressed his palms together. Buddha light flashed around him, and a golden light screen shone from his bald head.

Lin Shen and Tang Yunhao both protected themselves with faint sword Qi.

He walked 10,000 feet to the side of the magma lake.

The surging magma was fiery red and scorching. The heat wave hit the light screen that protected everyone and emitted a dark red halo.

When Jia Muhe woke up, he saw flames rolling in front of him.

He struggled for a moment and turned around. He saw Tang Yunhao holding his collar and protecting him with a layer of sword light.

“Don’t move or I’ll throw you off.”

Tang Yunhao said coldly.

Jia Muhe quickly shrank his neck and dared not move.

His gaze swept ahead, and he shuddered slightly.

In the middle of the magma lake, a few dark golden lotus flowers bloomed.

Among the flowers with the most petals, a huge lotus seed pod swayed.

Although he did not know what this golden lotus was, it must be a treasure to grow in the magma lake.

“The lotus has seven branches. This Cloud Golden Lotus has grown to its limit.” Looking at the swaying golden lotus, Han Muye said.

The spiritual power of the earth lineage here could only nurture this golden lotus.

This was the reason why natural treasures were rare.

A true treasure with harsh growth conditions was still unique.

Even if he didn’t pick the golden lotus, after it matured, it would fall into the magma lake and the spiritual energy would return to the world.

In the future, there would be no such treasure here.

“A few more days. We’ll just wait here.”

As Han Muye spoke, he found a flat spot and raised his hand to throw a formation disk. A light screen that enveloped a 20-foot radius rose up, and then he sat cross-legged in meditation.

The Monk and the others walked over and passed through the spiritual barrier.

Whether it was the array disk or the protective technique of the spiritual light sword Qi from before, Jia Muhe, a junior disciple of a small family clan, had never experienced it.

Sitting in that light array, he looked around curiously.

Tang Yunhao, who had closed his eyes and was surging with sword Qi, said coldly, “Cultivate. Didn’t you drink half a glass of wine into a dog’s stomach?”

Jia Muhe hurriedly circulated the family clan’s inheritance cultivation technique.

He circulated his cultivation technique and widened his eyes, almost losing his spiritual energy.

At this moment, the meridians in his entire body were clear, and his muscles and bones seemed to have been refined for a long time.

The bottleneck of the third level of the Essence Cultivation Realm had disappeared at some point. The spiritual energy and blood qi of the fourth level of the Essence Cultivation Realm surged in his body.

I have broken through just like that??Jia Muhe thought.

In the cultivation world, fate was really important!

What was an opportunity?

This was it!

Turning to look at the few people beside him, Jia Muhe stopped smiling and his expression turned solemn.

These experts did not waste any time cultivating. How could he not work hard?

He closed his eyes and transferred his Qi, blood, and spiritual energy. There was another surprise.

The spiritual energy around him was so dense that it seemed to be soaked in spiritual energy.

Jia Muhe had never thought of such a cultivation.

This was called cultivation!

What kind of cultivation was that? He only obtained one or two spiritual rocks a year and did not dare to use his full strength every time he absorbed spiritual energy.