Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The snake had already been severely injured by the whip.

Coming to help now was clearly taking advantage of the situation.

He even asked for the grass whip in Han Muye's hand.

It was just a polite expression for plain theft.

Han Muye chuckled, and the grass whip in his hand shook slightly.

"Buzz!"

The grass whip emitted spiritual light and enveloped the snake.

The snake's blood and demonic qi were guided and slid towards the grass whip.

To store a large amount of spiritual medicine, a large amount of spiritual qi and other powers were needed.

It could be a pile of spiritual rocks or other items.

This snake provided spiritual qi and blood, which was not bad.

Seeing that Han Muye ignored him and only kept the snake, the burly man's face slowly darkened.

"Fellow Daoist, according to the rules of the Ancient Divine Herb Garden, whoever sees it gets a share. What you're doing is a bit against the rules." The burly man placed his hand on the ax handle on his back.

A violent power rose.

A cultivator at the fifth level of the Nascent Soul realm.

Han Muye's power converged, and he could only feel that he was almost at the beginning of the Nascent Soul realm.

It was not that he was pretending to be weak, but because of the characteristics of his own power. His qi and blood were abundant, covering the power of spiritual qi.

If not for the fact that he felt that Han Muye's cultivation level was not as high as his, the burly man with the ax on his back would not have come to share the benefits.

This burly man was also careful. His aura rose. Seeing that Han Muye and Daoist Dayan were not nervous at all, he immediately backed away.

Han Muye smiled and shook his head, letting him leave.

It hadn't been long since they entered the medicinal garden. Most people didn't gain anything, so there was no need for them to use force.

Instead of using force, why not gather more spiritual medicines?

To outsiders, the herb garden was dangerous, but Han Muye walked leisurely.

In 10 days, he had subdued more than a hundred puppets.

The strongest among them was capable of slaying an Out of Body first level cultivator.

Ordinary alchemists would not be able to handle it well in front of these puppets.

These losses were fast and powerful. The key was that they were hidden everywhere, appearing and disappearing unpredictably, catching people off guard.

There were also the formations between the various medicinal gardens. To outsiders, they might be a headache. If they were not careful, they might lose their lives.

But Han Muye had no worries at all.

In the grass whip's memory, as long as he paid a little attention to the various arrangements in the herb garden, he could easily deal with them.

And with the grass whip in hand, he could get out of the trap even if he was caught in the formation, just by using the power of the whip to lead the way.

In 10 days, Han Muye harvested millions of various spiritual herbs.

Later, he started to choose the spiritual herbs with a medicinal effect of over a hundred years, which were valuable enough to collect.

The thought of digging up the entire herb garden had long disappeared.

This was probably like a poor person entering a treasure trove, who initially wanted to take all the things away, but after seeing enough valuable treasures, their appetite was no longer so big.

Numbed.

"Boom!"

Up ahead, a rumble sounded.

It's either fighting with the beasts in the herb garden or robbing spiritual medicines.

In 10 days, most of the cultivators had gathered many spiritual medicines.

It was very fat.

According to past experience, 10 days after entering the herb garden, those who felt insufficient in their cultivation would quickly hide in remote places, waiting for the herb garden to close and send them out

Even after leaving the herb garden, various fights and robberies would follow.

Han Muye moved and appeared in a desolate spiritual field.

The more desolate the place was, the more likely it was to have a powerful demon or a spiritual medicine with a long age.

As expected, there were three 10,000-year-old spiritual medicines in this spiritual field.

"A 10,000-year-old jade bamboo shoot. No wonder so many people are fighting over it." Han Muye was all smiles as he looked at the dozen or so cultivators in front of him.

The five strongest among them were all at the ninth level of the Nascent Soul Stage, half a step away from Out of Body.

At this moment, the five of them have already produced real fire. Their thin primordial spirits left their bodies and triggered the power of the Nascent Soul. Their bodies were extremely fast, and the surrounding Nascent Soul and Golden Core cultivators could only retreat.

The few great cultivators did not care about Han Muye's arrival and continued to fight with all their might.

The Nascent Soul Realm and Golden Core Realm cultivators at the side took a look. One of the half-step Heaven Realm cultivators trembled all over, and his eyes revealed surprise.

Han Muye flew up into the air and rushed towards the three green three-foot-tall bamboo shoots.

"You have a death wish!"

"Get lost—"

"You're courting death."

The spiritual light in the hands of several Nascent Soul cultivators smashed towards Han Muye.

A ray of spiritual light turned into a rope. It was green and emitted a golden light, and there was a murderous aura.

A spiritual light directly enveloped it like a cloud, with a bloody aura spreading.

Another light shook, sending out an ear splitting whistling.

Three spiritual lights, clearly intending Han Muye's life.

As the spiritual light fell, Han Muye's eyes flicked with a cold light, and he raised his hand to strike.

"Boom!"

The chains shattered, the spiritual mist dissipated, and the whistling spiritual light was swept back.

The three Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators were unable to block a single blow.

This scene left everyone stunned.

Even the five great cultivators shifted their attention over here.

The fist imprint Han Muye struck out did not dissipate and pushed forward.

Several Nascent Soul and Golden Core cultivators raised their hands, ready to defend.

Only the half-step Heaven Realm cultivator who initially noticed Han Muye quickly stepped back.

"Boom!"

The fist broke through several light barriers, causing those cultivators to panic.

More spiritual lights gathered, but they realized that they could not block this fist mark at all.

Too strong!

This casual punch was so powerful!

Was this possible for a cultivator who appeared to have just entered the Nascent Soul stage?

"Bang!"

The body of the first Nascent Soul cultivator was shattered. Various spiritual herbs and several storage bags scattered together.

"Boom!"

The body of the second Nascent Soul cultivator was shattered. The Nascent Soul cultivator flew away with a storage bag, leaving behind the scattered spiritual herbs and three storage bags on the ground.

Only then did the fist mark slowly dissipate.

Han Muye did not look back. He ignored the spiritual herbs and storage bags all over the ground and continued to rush towards the jade-colored bamboo shoots.

The five great cultivators who were fighting before finally reacted.

This guy is clearly hiding his strength to take us down!

Han Muye landed in front of the jade bamboo shoots. A grass whip appeared in his hand, and with a light sweep, he collected the three thousand-year spiritual herbs.

After collecting the spiritual herbs, Han Muye looked up at the five great cultivators whose expressions changed.

The grass whip in his hand flickered with a green immortal light.

Supreme treasure!

This grass whip was definitely an unimaginable treasure!

The five Peak Nascent Soul Realm experts attacked without hesitation and each took action.

It was either spiritual light, spells, or swords.

In an instant, five streams of light collided with Han Muye.

Han Muye's mouth curled into a smile.

These guys were trying to attack him, but he was also trying to attack them.

There was a formation in the herb garden that spiritual sense exploration, making it extremely difficult to escape if one were to leave within 10 miles

So, Han Muye took out the grass whip.

Treasure, how captivating!

"Boom!"

His soaring blood qi swelled, and the phantom of the divine beast Baxia appeared behind Han Muye.

Streaks of Qi and blood intertwined as he punched out, shattering all of Wudao's attacks.

At this moment, he displayed unimaginable power.

"Leave behind your storage pouches and protective treasures. I won't kill anyone."

Han Muye clenched his fists and spoke softly.

The qi and blood power clashed, and the few Golden Core cultivators who had not fled far had already vomited blood and fallen to the ground.

The half-step Heaven Realm experts were also trembling. It was difficult for them to even lift their feet.

The few cultivators who had reached the Out of Body realm all turned pale.

It turned out that the person in front of him was such an expert!

"Buzz!"

One of the cultivators immediately separated his soul from his body and fled with several storage bags.

The speed of his Primordial Spirit was extremely fast, making it difficult to catch up.

Seeing him run away, the others were tempted.

However, before the others could move, Han Muye chuckled and raised his hand.

"Slash—"

A long sword remained in its place, shattering the escaping primordial spirit.

His sword of spiritual essence could easily slice through not only a weak primordial spirit but also the solid primordial spirit of a Divine Transformation Realm cultivator as easily as cutting a piece of white paper.

The sword of the soul was the nemesis of the primordial spirit.

"Why bother, I don't want to kill indiscriminately," Han Muye shook his head, and the sword returned with many storage bags.

It was obvious that this great cultivator had previously snatched many spiritual herbs.

A magic treasure cauldron swayed back, falling into Han Muye's hands.

"And you guys?" Han Muye's gaze fell on the four remaining cultivators in front of him..

The oppressive intention was obvious.

The four cultivators looked at each other and took out their own storage bags.

One.

Two.

Five.

Ten.

Han Muye pointed at the one who had taken out the most and said calmly, "Leave your treasure behind and you can go."

The cultivator hesitated for a moment before dropping a cauldron and flying away.

When he had completely disappeared ten miles away, the other three looked at each other, took out their storage bags, and then dropped their treasures and flew away in different directions.

Daoist Dayan took all the storage bags and treasures.

Han Muye turned to look at the fallen Nascent Soul and Golden Core cultivators.

"Don't you want to live?"

The few of them quickly took out their storage bags and spiritual weapons. Only one of them had a low-grade magic weapon, a long saber.

Daoist Dayan checked it and shook his head in disappointment. As expected, there was really nothing there.

The cultivators who put down the treasures left. Only the half-step Heaven Realm cultivator who had a strange expression turned around and said in a low voice, "Senior, Fellow Daoist Li Zhongjing is being chased."

Li Zhongjing?

Han Muye's eyes lit up, and his aura froze.

The half-step Heaven Realm expert hurriedly bowed. "Senior, I was observing the alchemy competition that day from the sidelines. Later, when the Demon King came, I saw him too."

At this point, he paused and said in a low voice, "The ones chasing after Fellow Daoist Li Zhongjing are Zhu Guangshou and his fellow disciples."

Zhu Guangshou?

Han Muye nodded and threw a few storage bags and a magic treasure over.

"Take me there."

Happiness flashed across the half-step Heaven Realm expert's face as he received the storage bag and magic treasure.

Surprise.

At this point, he paused and said in a low voice, "The ones chasing after Fellow Daoist Li Zhongjing are Zhu Guangshou and his fellow disciples."

Sure enough, just by cozying up to a great cultivator in the herb garden, one could benefit from it.

"Senior, please follow me." He turned around and left, leading Han Muye to rescue Li Zhongjing.

Although Han Miyun was not kind-hearted, he still wouldn't stand by and watch someone he knew die.

Moreover, Li Zhongjing was not a bad person, and he was also obsessed with alchemy.

"Boom!"

After walking a hundred miles, a roaring sound came from ahead.

"Li Zhongjing, you made me a cuckold back then. Today, I want you to die!" Zhu Guangshou's voice came.

"Bullsh*t. My junior sister and I are in love with each other. What the hell do you care about it?" Li Zhongjing's voice was a little hoarse.