Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 302: Demon Treasure? Dharma Treasure! As I Wish (3)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“Even if you can’t cultivate Confucianism, you can still have a wish.

“In the cultivation world, how many cultivators advance to the next level and eventually step onto the demonic path? Or even…”

He didn’t finish.

Or even become evil cultivators and unscrupulous demons,?he thought.

Why were there so many evil cultivators?

Why could those demons bewitch cultivators?

This was because there were too many people in the cultivation world who cultivated without success.

As long as they had the chance to improve and advance further, what was the price they thought they would pay?

Han Muye understood this.

If he really couldn’t cultivate, he might also think of crooked ideas, let alone those who had cultivated for countless years and watched their Dao path end.

“I won’t distract Senior Brother from reading.” Cui Helian smiled, cupped his hands, and walked out of the quiet room.

Watching him go out, Han Muye’s gaze landed on the books in front of him.

He reached out and gently opened the books.

These were not cultivation techniques, but various travel notes and records of the Seniors of the Sword Sect.

Many of their insights and experiences were very helpful to Han Muye.

As he opened a book, the words flowed and images appeared in his mind.

There were sword cultivators who carried long swords on their backs and roared. There were also experts who finally comprehended the Dao.

These Senior experts were either carefree and unrestrained, or they had the Sword Dao in their hearts. They were swift and decisive like swords.

Looking at these books was like savoring the life of a great Sword Dao cultivator.

The Spell of the Mortal World in Han Muye’s divine spot turned into a pale golden peach blossom. The petals scattered and golden light gathered the Great Spirit in his divine spot, making it more condensed.

Han Muye did not finish all the books at once.

He only read a few books before closing them in satisfaction.

One must not bite off more than one can chew,?he thought.

There was still time.

Confucianism was cultivation of the heart.

He walked out of the quiet room and Cui Helian approached him with a smile.

“Senior Brother, did you gain anything?”

Han Muye nodded and said, “I gained a lot.”

A fruitful harvest??Cui Helian wondered.

Could he really have gained something?

Watching Han Muye leave, Cui Helian’s expression changed.

He hurriedly turned around and entered the quiet room to read the books that Han Muye had just read.

He wanted to see if there were really Confucian cultivation methods in these books.

Logically speaking, Han Muye would not lie to him.

…

After walking out of the library, Han Muye did not return to the Sword Pavilion. Instead, he turned around and walked towards the sect’s spiritual land not far away.

The sect’s spiritual land was even livelier than before.

There were many more elite disciples.

After the bloody battles with the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect on Fengshou Mountain and Cloud Nest Ridge, these disciples had solemn auras and deep cultivation in the Sword Dao.

Indeed, engaging in combat was the best Dharmic formulation for sword cultivators to grow.

Although there were many people in the secret place, few were familiar with Han Muye.

Li Three went to the Central Continent and Lu Ten died.

Song Seven, who had returned, was silent. Qi Thirteen and the others were also in seclusion.

After making a trip to the spiritual land, Han Muye felt a little disappointed.

“Hehe, cultivation is like that.”

Grand Elder Zhang Zhihe, who had appeared behind Han Muye at some point, spoke softly.

“Look at our generation. There’s less than one in a hundred left.

“Back then, those who traveled together died, left, betrayed, and even…”

Zhang Zhihe did not continue but Han Muye understood.

In fact, there were those who even ended other cultivators’ Dao paths and lives.

Cultivation, competing with the world and enemies. Sometimes, didn’t they have to fight with their fellow disciples and good friends?

“Look at the number of people in the spiritual land now. It will become sparse in a few days.”

Zhang Zhihe spoke softly and looked into the distance. “I wonder how many people will be left when we go to the Fire Source World and back.”

It was unknown how many people would return.

Cultivation was not a vacation. The experience there was fighting with one’s life.

Han Muye nodded.

Sword cultivators were like that.

After returning to the Sword Pavilion from the spiritual land, Han Muye activated the array formation and entered the underground space of the Sword Pavilion.

That was the true core of the Sword Pavilion.

As soon as he entered the basement, the small black sword in Han Muye’s hair began to tremble.

Above it, spatial power spread out and began to repair the cracks that seemed to have appeared.

The power of the Realm Sealing Token was originally used to seal the void passage.

Reaching out to hold the small sword, Han Muye could feel the spatial power that the small sword had absorbed previously fusing with the spatial power here.

In the small sword, the Dao sign of the spatial passageway was activated.

There were now two Dao signs in this small sword.

One led to the Fire Source World, and the other led to an unknown realm.

Now, as long as Han Muye activated the spatial power in the small sword and triggered the dao sign, he could leave the Heavenly Mystic World.

However, Han Muye did not do so. Instead, he inserted the small sword back into his hair.

With his current strength, he was far from being able to leave the Heavenly Mystic World.

Looking up, he saw a ball of spiritual light on the wooden shelf in front of him.

Previously, this was an umbrella.

A black iron umbrella that was old and worn.

“Eh, there’s another Dharma treasure here?”

Daoist Dayan’s voice sounded in surprise.

“Say, how rich are you?”

Daoist Dayan appeared in front of the ball of spiritual light and sized it up carefully before heaving a sigh of relief.

“Unfortunately, the artifact spirit has already dissipated.”

He said it was a pity, but his expression was clearly relaxed.

Clearly, a Dharma treasure without an artifact spirit could not compete for the position of the number one Dharma treasure.

Zhao Yunlong was very sensible and did not argue.

The Dao Essence Cauldron had already been devoured.

The Dharma treasure in front of him no longer had an artifact spirit.

Turning around, Daoist Dayan glanced at Han Muye.

Isn’t this guy too lucky??he thought.

Why are all the treasures his?

Do I really have to acknowledge him as my master?

Is this a fated encounter?

Han Muye didn’t expose Daoist Dayan’s thoughts. He took a step forward and reached out to hold the ball of spiritual light.

The spiritual light shook and turned into a green jade scepter.

On the one-foot-three-inch jade scepter, there was a gentle spiritual light and a halo. The spiritual patterns on it were intertwined and pleasing to the eye.

He held the scepter in his hand and injected spiritual energy into it. A vibration came from the scepter and slowly transformed.

It was big one moment, small the next.

It was long one moment, short the next.

Sometimes it turned into a long sword, sometimes into a short spear.

Sometimes it was a fan, sometimes it was a bow.

A spell appeared in Han Muye’s divine spot.

“As I wish…”