Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Died?

Huang Yishang was a half-step Heaven Realm expert with three sword pills in his hand. His combat strength was not weak either. How could he die just like that?

Han Muye frowned.

If Huang Yishang came looking for him, he would have given him a few sword cores to understand the karma.

He did not care so much about the Sword Pills in Huang Yishang's hand.

After all, he already had two sets of Sword Core formations.

However, now that Huang Yishang was dead, he had nowhere to settle his karma. It was a little troublesome.

Ever since his state of mind changed and sublimated, and he understood that after the Dao Integration, he cultivated karma, Han Muye had paid attention to not forming karma as much as possible.

"How did he die?" Han Muye asked in a low voice.

The two people he blocked looked at each other and then turned to look at the people behind them.

The cultivation of someone who could silently block their path was definitely not something they could compare to.

It was best not to offend such a person.

The two of them lowered their voices and recounted Huang Yishang's death.

In the end, it was the Sword Pills that caused the trouble.

Because Huang Yishang wanted to establish a sect, he searched everywhere for pills that could be refined into sword pills. He did not want to be seen by people with ulterior motives and covet his sword pills.

After entrusting Han Muye to refine the sword core, Huang Yishang left the Imperial City to accept a mission and was intercepted halfway.

He barely survived and the sword pills were snatched away.

After returning to the Imperial City, Huang Yishang disregarded his injuries and went to explore the cave abode of the ancient cultivator outside the realm. Then he died there.

The process was not complicated.

Most of the cultivation practitioners in the cultivation world had fallen because their wealth and goods were exposed.

Killing and stealing treasures was happening all the time.

Lianyue Valley.

This was the name of the sect that snatched the sword pill and killed Huang Yishang.

Lianyue Valley was located in Decheng County, 10,000 miles southwest of the Imperial City. It was a sect that mainly cultivated swords, but there were other kinds of cultivators too.

It could be considered a loose alliance. They usually accepted some missions, but most of the time, they did business without capital.

The dynasty did not control many forces in the cultivation world. The Mystic Sun Guards only protected the cities where mortals lived and did not care about the fights between cultivators.

In any case, it was fine as long as the cultivators did not shake the foundation of the dynasty's Confucianism.

Han Muye waved his hand and let the cultivators leave.

The few of them heaved a sigh of relief and quickly retreated.

Han Muye returned to Moon Viewing Town, but Mu Wan had not returned.

He stayed in the Pill Destiny Pavilion for a while, gave Zuo Yulong some instructions, then turned around and walked out.

His body flew, and in just a moment, he arrived in front of a tightly guarded government office.

This government office occupied a sprawling area. Everything seemed oppressive, and the void was filled with a murderous aura that made one's heart palpitate.

The black and gray walls and the dark green square were silent.

"Who are you?"

A voice sounded, filled with coldness and killing intent.

A Mystic Sun Guard in black armor with his hand on the hilt of his sword stepped forward and stared at Han Muye.

Ahead, a group of Mystic Sun Guards in black armor stood solemnly.

This was the commander's residence of the Mystic Sun Guards. It was the highest commander of the Mystic Yang Guards in the city.

"I'm here to find Commander Lu Yang." Han Muye raised his hand, and a small sword appeared in his palm.

The Mystic Sun Guard's proof of identity as a reserve commander.

He had never revealed his identity as a Mystic Sun Guard in the Central Continent.

To him, the Mystic Sun Guard represented upholding justice and did not conflict with the Sword Dao he cultivated.

In the Central Continent, the impression that the Mystic Sun Guards gave him was quite positive.

"Greetings, my lord." The Mystic Sun Guards all bowed.

The leading Mystic Sun guard hurriedly strode back to the government office to report.

In just a moment, Lu Yang, whose blood and qi were surging, ran out quickly.

"Granduncle."

Lu Yang stepped forward and bowed.

This scene made the Mystic Sun Guards on duty turn their heads unconsciously.

Is Butcher Lu this respectful?

As he followed Lu Yang into the government office, Han Muye saw Lu Yang's might.

All the generals and soldiers they met bowed their heads.

Butcher Lu's name was evident.

When they arrived at a side hall, Lu Yang invited Han Muye to take a seat and said in a low voice, "Granduncle, the three commanders are not in the Imperial City at the moment. The Mystic Sun Guards in the Imperial Palace are temporarily controlled by me."

These words sounded like he was showing off.

Temporarily taking charge of the Mystic Sun Guards meant that he, Lu Yang, had already defeated all his competitors and would become the preparatory commander of the Mystic Sun Guards, one of the three titans.

Of course, Qian Yiming of the Southern Wasteland had lost the right to compete because he had broken through in advance in the Demon Mystic Realm.

"Your cultivation has already reached the ultimate realm. You can't suppress it anymore, right?" Han Muye looked at Lu Yang and asked.

At this moment, Lu Yang, who was in front of him, had returned to his original state, but he could still mobilize the power of heaven and earth from time to time. It was obvious that he had reached a point where he could no longer suppress it.

Hearing Han Muye's words, Lu Yang's face turned solemn.

"Granduncle is right. This time, I will follow the army to the No Resentment Realm."

Stepping out of the Heavenly Mystic World meant that Lu Yang was ready to break through the suppression of his cultivation.

From now on, Lu Tufu's name would be even more resounding among the Heavenly Mystic Mystic Yang Guards.

"Alright." Han Muye nodded and said, "I came to look for you to ask you to help me settle karma."

Karma?

Although Lu Yang's cultivation level did not require karma cultivation, he had some understanding.

Those who could cultivate karma were great cultivators above the Heaven Realm.

Could it be that his granduncle's cultivation had already reached such a powerful level?

"Granduncle, please enlighten me." Lu Yang quickly cupped his hands.

Han Muye recounted the matter of Huang Yishang entrusting him to refine pills, then said, "Since Lianyue Valley intercepted Huang Yishang, they should bear the karma."

Lu Yang's eyes lit up as he said in a low voice, "I understand."

"Don't worry, Granduncle. I'll personally make a trip to Decheng County today."

Lu Yang agreed to go personally, and Han Muye smiled.

He stood up and said with a smile, "Brother Lu hasn't been seen recently. I haven't seen him attend any literary gatherings. Where did he go?"

The Brother Lu he was referring to was naturally Lu Yuzhou, the assistant head of the Imperial City Academy.

After the Jade Epiphyllum Literary Conference, Lu Yuzhou still participated in the literary conferences organized by Yan Zhenqing and the others from time to time. However, later on, he rarely saw anyone.

Hearing Han Muye's words, Lu Yang looked ashamed and angry.

"Grandpa, he, he went sailing.

"Ever since he got paid by the Han Family Trading Company, Grandfather didn't stay in the Imperial City Academy much…"

The Han Family Trading Company's royalties.

When the Han Family held the Jade Epiphyllum Literary Conference, they asked Lu Yuzhou to write on the cloth bag that was given to the participating students.

There were also several banners with Lu Yuzhou's handwriting.

In the beginning, Lu Yuzhou wrote it out of respect for Han Muye.

After the literary conference ended, the Han Family Trading Company settled their profits and losses and sent Lu Yuzhou his royalties.

It was not much. It was only 80 million spiritual rocks.

The 100,000 invitations for the conference were sold at 3,000 spiritual rocks each. They earned a small amount of money.

The big deal was the commemorative gift bag of the Han Family Trading Company after opening up the Confucian Dao business.

In the Imperial City, there was an endless stream of Confucian cultivators who came to the Han Family Trading Company to buy souvenir bags.

And this was not the real deal.

The real deal was the orders from the other trading companies.

According to Chen Ru's statistics, the cost of each bag was only 20 spiritual rocks. The commemorative gift bag, which was sold for 300 spiritual rocks, had a total of 1.3 billion orders.

The orders were lined up for the next 10 years.

It was also because of the popularity of this gift bag that Lu Yuzhou was paid a commission of 80 million spiritual rocks.

When 80 million spiritual rocks were sent to Lu Yuzhou's courtyard, Yan Zhenqing and the other Confucian scholars were envious.

The group of scholars had extorted this kind of ill-gotten wealth a few times.

Lu Yuzhou probably didn't participate in the literary conference because he wanted to avoid these guys.

"Tell Brother Lu that there are probably many opportunities in the Battle of No Resentment Realm. Ask him if he wants to go."

After understanding the karma, he knew that the outcome of Han Muye's No Resentment Realm's battle was actually tied to the future of the Heavenly Mystic Realm.

No wonder Wen Mosheng valued it so much.

If they could win this Battle of No Resentment Realm, the Heavenly Mystic World would definitely undergo a transformation.

"I understand." Lu Yang hurriedly bowed.

Han Muye nodded and left the Mystic Sun Guards' office.

After returning to Moon Viewing Town, Mu Wan went back to the Pill Destiny Pavilion and told Han Muye that the Mu family's patriarch and Fairy Peony were staying in Baili Xinglin's residence.

Baili Xinglin was prepared to personally take her guests to the Jade Rainbow Realm during the Alchemy Conference.

Mu Wan would also go.

On this day, the various rules of the Alchemy Conference were announced, and the alchemy world in the Imperial City was in an uproar.

Most of the alchemy cultivators rubbed their palms together, eager to give it a try. They hoped to stand out during the Alchemy Conference and head to the Jade Rainbow Realm to cultivate their alchemy.

However, there were also many sect alchemists who hesitated.

Following the army to the Void World and joining the army would impose restrictions on alchemy cultivators that were not small.

However, before those abnormal sounds could be heard, news had already arrived outside the Imperial City.

Due to the disobedience of the Decheng Countys Lianyue Valley, the alchemy cultivators in the valley were unwilling to participate in the Alchemy Conference. The commanders of the three prefectures of the Mystic Sun Guards personally took action.

Three thousand Mystic Sun Guards swept through the Lianyue Valley.

In the end, not a single blade of grass grew.

Butcher Lu's name was even more famous after the massacre.

This massacre made the alchemy cultivators who were complaining hold their tongues.

—-

In the Red Flame Army's camp on the west side of the Imperial City.

Groups of Mystic Sun Guards in blood-colored armor stood solemnly.

These Mystic Sun Guards were all holding battle armors or weapons.

In front of the military formation, the tall Marquis Chongwu, Chen Qingzhi, had a solemn expression.

When Han Muye, who was wearing a green robe, arrived at the camp, his eyes turned cold.

"Marquis Wu." Han Muye cupped his hands and bowed.

Chen Qingzhi nodded, then raised his hand and bowed.

"Chen Qingzhi begs you to confer the title of Dao Deity on the dead soldiers of the Red Flame Army."

Behind him, countless soldiers of the Red Flame Army knelt on one knee and lowered their heads to shout.

"Sir, please confer the title of Dao Deity on the dead soldiers of our Red Flame Army."

Endless spiritual light wreaked havoc in the void, intertwining with the grief and indignation of their qi and blood.

The intertwined remnant soul power seemed to be whimpering, expressing the regret of not being able to succeed.

Han Muye's expression was extremely solemn.

He took a deep breath and looked at Marquis Chongwu.

"Marquis Wu, is this your idea or Minister Wen's?"

He, Han Muye, could not confer the title of Dao Deity on hundreds of thousands of soldiers who had died.

He didn't dare either.

He was competing with Wen Mosheng for the power of the Heavenly Dao and forming an endless karma with the Heavenly Mystic world.

It could shake the foundation of Heavenly Mystic Confucianism.

So Han Muye had to ask.