Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

797 Dao Ancestor, Alchemy Battle (3)

When Jin Yangzheng mentioned the arrival of the demon sects, Han Muye was slightly stunned.

Among the four Demon Kings under the Divine Venerable Ancestral Demon, the Heaven Trampling Demon King and the Earth Suppressing Supreme Sage had arrived.

“The demonic dao is cunning and ferocious. If we encounter them, we must be careful,” Jin Yangzheng whispered, thinking that Han Muye was shocked by the arrival of the demonic dao’s Demon Kings.

“Indeed. Such Demon King-level experts’ combat strength is actually not inferior to a Dao Ancestor.” Wu Xuetao also shook his head, revealing a trace of worry on his face.

The Daoist Faction would not send peerless experts into the herb garden, but the Demon Sect would not talk about unspoken rules with you.

The cultivators of the Demon Sect were not afraid of death. What could one do?

Han Muye was still a little confused when he returned to his cabin.

Thinking that he might see Huang Six, Han Muye couldn’t help but chuckle.

Fortunately, he had rushed back to Heavenly Mystic in time and properly corrected Huang Zhihu, making her look like a girl.

Otherwise, it would be really difficult to face Sixth Brother.

Han Muye almost never left the cabin. Unless Li Zhongjing came to invite him to discuss alchemy with him, he would not go out.

Even during the few alchemy gatherings on the ship, Han Muye did not participate.

The alchemy inheritance in the Land of the Fallen Ancient Gods was not inferior to the Ancient Cloud Galaxy. After obtaining the inheritance of the Wood Deity Palace, Han Muye no longer cared much about other alchemy dao.

After Li Zhongjing came to look for him a few times, he was a bit hesitant about coming.

After all, some of the alchemy understanding that Li Zhongjing was very proud of was child’s play in front of Han Muye.

The alchemy methods that could earn respect and envy from other alchemy cultivators were not worth mentioning in front of Han Muye.

“Buzz!”

Outside the ship, a flying ship approached.

As they approached the Ancient Divine Herb Garden, they encountered more and more flying ships along the way.

When Han Muye’s cultivation ended, Li Zhongjing walked in nervously.

“Well, Fellow Daoist Han, there’s a gathering of alchemists…”

Seeing Han Muye look up at him, Li Zhongjing scratched his head and said, “Yes, there are a few large sects gathering. I’m not confident.”

Speaking of this, he gritted his teeth and took out a three-legged tripod.

“Two of them are old enemies of mine. I want to suppress them just once.” Li Zhongjing gritted his teeth and handed the three-legged cauldron to Han Muye.

A low-grade magic pill cauldron worth tens of millions of spiritual rocks just to suppress others?

Han Muye looked at Li Zhongjing playfully.

“You’re willing?”

Li Zhongjing grinned. “What’s there to be reluctant about?”

Han Muye raised his hand and waved. The pill cauldron appeared in his hand, then he said, “Call me at the gathering.

“I’ll pretend to be your junior.”

Hearing his words, Li Zhongjing waved his hand and ran out of the cabin happily.

Looking at him, Han Muye shook his head, envy flashing in his eyes.

Li Zhongjing was obsessed with alchemy, but his thoughts were simple.

With such a personality, he would have fewer worries.

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Three days later, the flying ship stopped in the void.

Li Zhongjing came to invite Han Muye along.

Walking out of the cabin, dozens of flying ships of various sizes were connected.

“It’s the Wanchen Dao Sect of the Three Great Daoist Factions. Their leader, the Alchemy Elder Yuan Mingjie, had a few exchanges with me back then.

“This time, the Wanchen Dao Sect will host the exchange. All the sects will come.

“He Qing Dao Sect’s Zhu Guangshou and Ming Huan Dao Sect’s Wu Yazi. These two old fellows don’t get along with me.”

As Li Zhongjing introduced the sects, his face was full of anger. He simply wanted to roll up his sleeves and punch someone.

He had a rare fiery temper among alchemists.

“Is there really such a grudge?” Han Muye was a little curious.

Li Zhongjing was stunned and his face turned red.

“Anyway, we just don’t get along.”

…

On the meteorite in front of him, there was already a wide area surrounded by large cauldrons.

Many alchemists were either exchanging their alchemy insights or directly refining pills. The atmosphere was extremely harmonious.

“Zhu Guangshou, Wu Yazi, you two come out…” Li Zhongjing shouted, causing the entire venue to fall silent.

“Bang!”

The furnace exploded somewhere.

Han Muye turned to look at Li Zhongjing.

This guy said that he didn’t get along with him.

...

99% of the people present were offended by his shout, right?

“So it’s Senior Brother Zhongjing of the Jinming Daoist Sect.” A Daoist in white with a gentle face and his hair tied up stepped forward and cupped his hands at Li Zhongjing.

“Every time my Yurou mentioned Senior Brother, she would say that you took good care of her back then and asked me to guide you well.”

Yurou was the name of a female cultivator.

Back then, he took care of her.

Good guidance.

There’s a story! Han Muye thought.

He turned to look at the livid Li Zhongjing.

“Haha, so it’s Brother Zhongjing. It’s been so many years, but you haven’t come to see me.” On the other side, a middle-aged man in a green and white robe with a jade belt around his waist came forward.

“Big Brother, are you still brooding over my marriage with Xiaoyu back then?

“Your Pill Dao has never improved. It’s because your temperament is bad.”

...

The middle-aged priest shook his head with a smile.

Li Zhongjing gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and shrugged.

The surrounding people looked at the three of them curiously.

Those who knew were already muttering softly.

Li Zhongjing’s beloved junior sister was snatched away by these two people one after another. In the end, she was alone.

Hatred for stealing his wife?

How could he tolerate this?

Han Muye’s gaze swept across a white-robed old man who was looking over with interest. With a thought, he took a step forward and grabbed the collar of the white-robed young man.

“Bang!”

With one punch, the soy sauce shop opened.

Before the young man could react, Han Muye raised his leg and kicked the green-robed Daoist beside him.

The green-robed Daoist let out a cry, covered his body, and slowly fell to the ground.

Han Muye raised his palm and shouted, “Martial Uncle, don’t you often say that you don’t have to be polite when you see these two beasts in human clothes?

“Why aren’t you attacking now that you’ve met face to face?

“Do you have to endure such hatred?”

After that, he grabbed Li Zhongjing’s sleeve and pulled him to step on the thigh of the squatting Daoist.

The Daoist cried out in pain again.

Han Muye slapped the young man, who had just gotten up, and threw him aside.

Li Zhongjing raised his leg and kicked the Daoist priest’s chest, causing him to fall to the ground again and not be able to get up.

It was only at this moment that the surrounding people came to their senses and hurriedly pulled them aside to stop the fight.

Han Muye grabbed Li Zhongjing with great strength and quickly retreated dozens of feet away before shouting.

“Martial Uncle, didn’t you say that you would crush them in the Dao of alchemy after fighting them? Didn’t you say that you would make them live in your shadow for the rest of their lives and never dare to raise their heads?”

Li Zhongjing trembled and looked up at Han Muye.

Did I say such a thing?

“Li Zhongjing!

“I want to compete with you in an Alchemy Battle!” The white-robed young man roared.

“Li Zhongjing, if I don’t break your Dao heart today, I, Zhu Guangshou, will write my name backward!” The Daoist in green and white robes covered his body and gritted his teeth as he growled.

“Let’s fight!” Li Zhongjing’s foolish temperament was instantly stimulated. He raised his hand and a golden cauldron appeared above his head.