Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

"If the Immortal Spirit World really discovers the location of our Heavenly Mystic World, I'm afraid they will send an army to suppress us, right?"

Yan Zhenqing had cultivated for countless years and had also participated in external battles. As the assistant head of the Imperial City Academy, he was not unfamiliar with the layout outside the Heavenly Mystic Realm.

Han Muye didn't know much about the foundation of the Heaven Mystic Realm, so he just listened quietly.

"That's right, so Senior Brother Wen suppressed the outer realm and activated the power of the array." Marquis Wu's eyes flickered as he turned to look at Han Muye.

"If you hadn't distracted the Immortal Spirit World and the Spiritual Armored Demon Clan with the Desolate Wilderness last time and allowed Senior Brother Wen to suppress many powerful figures of the Spiritual Armored Demon Clan, I'm afraid we would have retreated more than 30 million miles in this battle."

So there was such a thing?

Last time, he didn't think that Wen Mosheng was scheming against him. From the looks of it now, there might be more to it.

That time, even the Sword Venerable Yuan Tian came.

Yan Zhenqing glanced at Han Muye and said nothing.

He was quite familiar with Han Muye, but everyone basically avoided talking about matters outside the Heavenly Mystic.

As a mortal, everyone only wanted to experience the mortal world here.

In the military tent, the three of them made arrangements on how to build the Deity Investiture Altar and weave the Deity Roll Call.

Han Muye finally had a rough understanding of the lineup of the army this time.

The million-strong army was split into two groups.

One group was stationed at the defensive line, while the other group directly entered the front line.

In the royal family, the Prince of Qi, Yunduan, and several members of the royal family behind them were the commanders. They were in charge of 300,000 troops and the garrison missions.

The Alchemy Conference organized by Qin Suyang and Baili Xinglin would also travel with these armies.

The other 700 thousand troops were led by Lu Yang, the commander of the three prefectures of the Mystic Sun Guards. Under the lead of several generals, they rushed to the frontlines.

Lu Yang was accompanied by the Half-Sage Lu Yuzhou.

The person protecting Yunduan and the others was the number one sword cultivator of the royal family, Gongsun Shu.

Originally, Marquis Wu was prepared to hold the Deity Investiture Ceremony outside the Imperial City. Now, according to Han Muye's deduction, the matter of the ceremony had to be carried out in the void world.

This was also good. At the very least, he wouldn't draw on the power of the Great Dao in the Heavenly Mystic World and compete with Minister Wen for the authority of the Heavenly Dao.

Marquis Wu turned to look at Han Muye and said softly, "Senior Brother Wen is not as heartless as outsiders say. It's just that his cultivation has already reached the level of karma, and what he wants is no longer known by outsiders."

Cultivators naturally wanted different things from mortals.

What Han Muye heard and knew about Wen Mosheng was gleaned from various stories.

He did not dare to judge what kind of person Wen Mosheng was.

The cultivation of the Great Dao in the world was not black or white.

After leaving the military camp, Han Muye returned to the Pill Destiny Pavilion.

In the following days, he visited Xu Wei and Huang Tingshu.

Then he went to visit the Qin family and the Xiao family.

In between, he also took some time to deliver some medicinal pills and a few weapons to Gongsun Shu's residence and handed them to Bi Chong and Bi Yun.

As the million-strong army was about to set off and the Alchemy Conference was about to begin, the atmosphere in the Imperial City gradually changed.

Lu Yang commanded the Mystic Sun Guards to wipe out several sects. Those alchemy cultivators who were not prepared to participate in the Alchemy Conference were terrified and hurriedly reported their names to the Alchemy Division.

Lu Yang returned to the Imperial City and quietly went to the Pill Destiny Pavilion to deliver the three sword pills to Han Muye.

At the same time, he gave Han Muye an invitation.

Lu Yuzhou invited Han Muye to a banquet on the Cloud Brocade Immortal Ship.

After disappearing for so long, this old man was finally willing to spend some money.

Han Muye did not notice the complicated expression that flashed across Mu Wan's face when she saw the invitation.

…

On the Yongding River, the night was always more beautiful than during the day.

The lights were like daytime, and the waves were like stars.

The immortal ship that looked like an immortal city quietly floated in the river.

Her voice was filled with a faint bitterness that made people unable to leave.

At this moment, the guests were either chatting in groups of twos and threes or sitting in a quiet place, watching the scenery and listening to music.

On the Cloud Brocade Immortal Ship, no one would act recklessly.

Even those Confucian Dao cultivators and sect experts would at most get drunk and say some dirty words, causing the boat ladies beside them to blush.

Of course, whether you could stay the night on the immortal ship depended on your own ability.

In the cabin of the immortal ship, in the spacious hall, clothes fluttered to soft music and graceful dancing.

The melodious tune was accompanied by a gentle dance. It was really a house of heroes.

"Lady Su, I'm going to battle tomorrow. Are you really not willing to drink this wine?" Lu Yuzhou, whose clothes were a little messy, held the wine glass to the mouth of the boat lady beside him.

The boat lady revealed a shy expression and finally opened her mouth to sip the wine in the cup. Then her red lips leaned forward.

Lu Yuzhou laughed out loud and turned to give Han Muye a smug look.

Han Muye couldn't be bothered with this old man. He shook his head, stood up, and walked out of the cabin.

The breeze that greeted him carried the unique water vapor of the river.

"If a man is not flirtatious, he will be wasting his youth. Kid, you're so young, but you're already so clean and pure?" Xu Wei's voice sounded, filled with mockery.

"Back then, when I saw you addressing Lu Yuzhou as brother, many people thought that you were on good terms with him and felt ashamed to be associated with him."

It was shameful to be associated with Lu Yuzhou.

Han Muye felt that his popularity had been affected because of Lu Yuzhou.

"Mr. Green Vine, when you fell into a trance, did you really not have any obsession in your heart?" Han Muye turned to look at Xu Wei, who was dressed in black.

Xu Wei was the most talented elite in Confucianism for countless years, but he was deeply confused.

Han Muye had sensed the bewildering power around Xu Wei. It was the loss of his state of mind.

This power had nothing to do with one's combat strength.

No matter how strong an expert was, once his mental state was unstable, he might fall into a trance.

Ever since Han Muye refined the divine beast's body, he often felt that his mental state was unstable, which was why he refined his heart in this mortal world.

"Hehe, who doesn't have an obsession?"

Xu Wei shook his head and looked into the distance. He said softly, "But what if the obsession is elusive and untraceable?"

At this point, he suddenly laughed and patted Han Muye's shoulder.

"Drinking buddy, don't be like me, living like a story in the eyes of others.

"We just want what's in our hearts. Don't become a sad story for other people."

His voice was not soft. He let out a long laugh and turned to leave.

Han Muye turned around. Behind him was Mu Wan, who was wearing a scholar's robe, and Yunjin, who was similarly dressed.

"Sir, you're about to go to the Outer World. Yunjin is holding a small banquet. Can you have a few drinks?"

Yunjin looked at Han Muye, her bright eyes filled with anticipation.

Han Muye looked at Mu Wan and saw her smile and nod.

In the small hall on the third floor of the immortal ship, Bai Wuhen, who was dressed in white, was also present.

"Back at Cloud Nest Ridge, Sixth Brother and Xiaoxuan went to the Outer World. I wonder how they are now."

Bai Wuhen, who was sitting at the small table, looked at Han Muye and whispered.

Gao Xiaoxuan was the one who had been by her side for 10,000 years.

Hearing Bai Wuhen's words, Han Muye nodded and said, "Don't worry, I'll definitely find Sixth Brother and Gao Xiaoxuan in the future."

As long as he completely refined the divine beast's body, Han Muye was confident that he could step into the Demon Realm.

Even if Huang Six had already turned into a demon, he would think of a way to bring him back.

"That's enough. With Mister's abilities, he will definitely be able to dominate the void."

Yunjin walked to the small table, picked up the wine pot, filled the wine glasses, and handed them to Han Muye and Mu Wan.

"I'll borrow the words from your annotations. You'll definitely make a name for yourself. When you return, everyone in the world will know you."

Han Muye smiled and took the wine glass. When he brought it to his lips, his eyebrows twitched and his gaze swept over. He saw Mu Wan finish the wine in the glass without hesitation.

He chuckled and raised his head to drink the wine.

At the small table, the four of them sat around, drinking and talking.

After a while, Mu Wan's face was already red, and her eyes were filled with tears.

"Senior Brother Han, I don't know when you'll return from the outer world. Why don't you teach me a few more songs?" Bai Wuhen looked up at Han Muye and said softly.

She turned around and looked at Yunjin. "Yunjin, didn't you also ask him to leave some poems for you?"

Yunjin nodded.

Han Muye wanted to refuse, but Mu Wan reached out and pulled Han Muye's arm.

"Senior Brother, I want to hear your song."

There was a ripple in her eyes.

Han Muye took her hand and nodded.

A moment later, a melodious zither sound came from the immortal ship.

Accompanied by the sound of the zither, Bai Wuhen's gentle singing was like a light cloud that slowly spread and dissipated on the river.

"The secular world is so ridiculous.

"Infatuation is the most boring.

"It's good to be supercilious.

"This life is not finished.

"But my heart is no longer troubled.

"All I want is to be carefree for half my lifetime.

"Smile when I wake up.

"Forget everything in my dreams.

"Sigh when it gets dark too early.

"The next life Is unpredictable.

"Love and hate are written off.

"When it comes to drinking and singing, I just want to be happy until I'm old.

"No matter how cold the wind is, I don't want to escape.

"No matter how beautiful the flowers are, I don't want them.

"Let me drift.

"The higher the sky, the smaller the heart.

"I don't care how much karma there is.

"I'll get drunk alone.

"Cry today, laugh tomorrow.

"Don't expect anyone to understand.

"Full of pride.

"Singing and dancing.

"A long night without a sense of dawn.

"Find happiness."

…

Han Muye didn't remember when Bai Wuhen left. He only remembered that when he was helping Yunjin write some book reviews, Yunduan, who was wearing female clothes, kicked the door open.

Yunduan was clamoring about going out to war and asking her sister to dance.

"Sister Mu, you've been learning dance from my sister for so long. You said that you wanted to dance for your senior brother. Are you really not going to dance?"

Yunduan tugged at Mu Wan's sleeve, wanting to pull her to dance.

"I've seen Junior Sister's dance long ago." Seeing that Mu Wan was shy, Han Muye stopped writing and chuckled.

Hearing his words, Yunduan turned around and glared at him. "That's different."

Mu Wan looked up at Han Muye and slowly stood up.

Yunjin also stood up.

The two of them walked to the middle of the small hall and gently tied up their long hair. Then they unbuttoned their Confucian robes.

Beautiful women, Iron armors.

The green armors complemented their beautiful faces. They stretched their arms and legs, revealing their fair skin.

That dance was intoxicating.

Han Muye gently picked up his ink brush and wrote a poem on the page.

'As graceful as a swan, as graceful as a dragon.'

'Bright and beautiful like chrysanthemums in full bloom in autumn, youthful like the lush green line in spring.'

'Appearing and disappearing from time to time like a light cloud enveloping the moon, floating and erratic like a returning wind and whirling snow…'

He was about to write when Yunduan kicked over the small table and grabbed his clothes. "Are you still a man?"

Yunduan gritted her teeth and quickly walked to Mu Wan and Yunjin's side. She reached out and pulled the hidden buttons on the back of their armors.

"Crash—"

The armors scattered.

Yunduan walked out of the small hall and locked the door. She leaned against the door and slowly slid down to sit on the ground.

She raised her arm and wiped the tears from her eyes.

But more tears rolled down her cheeks.

In the distance, a soft humming could be heard.

"The secular world is so ridiculous. Infatuation is the most boring…"

…

The sun had just risen, and the fog on the Yongding River dissipated.

In the Imperial City, the sound of the horn spread for thousands of miles.

Flying ships covered the sky and merged with the boundless Great Spirit.

Above the Imperial City, the red armors seemed to be about to turn into an ocean.

A million strong army marched out of the Heavenly Mystic World to conquer the outside world.

They set off.

Han Muye, who was dressed in a green robe and wearing a jade crown, stood on a flying ship. He lowered his head and looked at the Imperial City below, as well as the continuous river outside the Imperial City.

"The mortal world tempers the heart. If I really go through this, who can forget…"

He turned around and saw Mu Wan who was smiling like a flower at him from another flying ship.

In the distance, on the magnificent flying ship, a golden-armored Yunduan held the side of the ship with a calm expression.

From the void, there seemed to be a soft singing voice.

The flying ship broke through the clouds and soared into the sky!