Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion



Outside the mountain gate, everyone looked at each other.

Can my sect become a vassal of the Chengyuan Sword Sect? Can I obtain the three million spiritual rocks promised by this Heaven Realm expert in front of me? they wondered.

They had already decided on this matter, but they did not expect a fellow who did not look like someone to be trifled with to appear out of nowhere.

Can this person be from my own sect?

Zhu Tianlun's expression was ugly. He stood on the spot, unwilling to leave.

The treasures he had obtained this time were extremely abundant. He would never be able to use them all in his entire life. That was why he had the intention to recruit his own faction.

Coupled with the expansion of the sect and the quota of elders given to them, if they did not take advantage of this opportunity to take down the powerful Qiyang Sword Sect, they would have no status in the sect in the future.

Han Muye was walking down from the carriage when he saw this scene.

He walked through the crowd and arrived in front of the Qiyang Sword Sect.

Jin Yunmei looked up and saw Han Muye, with a look of surprise on her face.

Back then, it was Han Muye and Gongsun Shu who went to her house. Then, Mr. Han even gave her medicinal pills to treat her injuries.

Moreover, Mr. Han had also given her two children a generous welcome gift. Even their spots to study at the Imperial City Academy had been settled by Mr. Han.

This Mr. Han was definitely a big shot in the Imperial City.

"Mr. Han!" Jin Yunmei went forward and bowed to Han Muye.

"They're all fine." Han Muye smiled and nodded. He looked ahead and said, "Are Bi Yun and Bi Chong filial?

"Are they used to cultivating under Gongsun Shu?"

At this moment, Jin Yunmei had already put everyone else aside and was answering Han Muye's questions with a smile.

Bi Yun and Bi Chong had improved their cultivation and were now at the third level of the Golden Core Realm.

Their swordsmanship was brilliant, and even Bi Wuhe was no match for them.

Recently, the two guys returned to their sect to accompany them for a while. Afterwards, they would go beyond the realm, and they might not come back for a while.

Han Muye smiled and walked into the sect with Jin Yunmei, leaving everyone there.

At this moment, Zhu Tianlun, who was standing in the middle, was trembling all over. He was even suffocating.

It was not until Han Muye walked past the mountain gate that he heaved a sigh of relief. His face was pale and his head was covered in cold sweat.

"Martial Uncle, what's wrong?" The middle-aged man who had lost his sword asked in a low voice.

Zhu Tianlun's face was pale, but he did not answer.

"Martial Uncle, I've asked around." A green-robed disciple came up and panted.

"The two junior sect masters of the Bi Wuhe Clan are from the Gongsun Clan in the Imperial City."

Gongsun!

Everyone's expressions froze, and fear appeared in their eyes.

"Who from the Gongsun family?" someone asked unwillingly.

"Gongsun Shu." The young man who sent the message was terrified.

"Sword God Gongsun? That's impossible, right?" Someone whispered.

Gongsun Shu was the Sword God who had dominated his entire life. How could he take in two brats from the Biwu He Clan as his disciples?

"Martial Uncle, I think this is just a rumor. It must be Biwu He…" Before the person could finish speaking, Zhu Tianlun raised his hand and looked at the mountain gate in front of him.

"The one who went in just now was Prime Minister Han."

Prime Minister Han?

Which Prime Minister Han?

Not right!

There was only one Prime Minister Han in the world!

In the world of the Mysterious Heavenly Realm, literature had been suppressed for ten thousand years.

However, in this world, all the cultivators respected him more and did not dare to offend him. Instead, it was Minister Han, who had just taken over as the Prime Minister.

By following Prime Minister Han, one would be able to enjoy a lifetime of wealth, obtain unimaginable opportunities, and soar into the sky.

Prime Minister Han dared to kill him, and he really dared to reward him.

Legend had it that every treasure in the treasure vault of the Ancient Divine Court could buy a sect.

Prime Minister Han directly led everyone to split it.

All the Cultivation practitioners who returned became Prime Minister Han's loyal followers.

"Minister Han?"

Everyone was stunned. They turned to look in the direction of the Qiyang Sword Sect.

Since the Qiyang Sword Sect was related to Minister Han, could they swallow it?

Would he still dare to swallow it?

Would Prime Minister Han stand up for the Qiyang Sword Sect and punish them?

For Prime Minister Han, taking their lives was no more difficult than crushing an ant!

Everyone's face turned pale.

"Boom!"

Lightning rumbled in the sky as a pillar of light rose.

"A Heaven Realm cultivator has fallen?"

This lightning and pillar of light was clearly the scene when a Heaven Realm cultivator died.

What's wrong?

There were no Heaven Realm cultivators in the Qiyang Sword Sect, so how could they have fallen?

As soon as the lightning and pillar of light rose, lightning gathered in the void.

Heaven Realm Lightning Tribulation!

Someone had attracted a Heaven Realm Lightning Tribulation. Someone had broken through the barrier of the Heaven Realm and stepped into the Heaven Realm.

Is it Bi Wuhe? they wondered.

A great cultivator has fallen, and a great cultivator is transcending the tribulation?

What happened to the Qiyang Sword Sect?

Everyone was filled with doubt but dared not move lightly.

What happened in the Qiyang Sword Sect today had completely exceeded everyone's understanding.

"Tap, tap, tap…"

A group of black-armored Mystic Sun Guards rushed over and unsheathed their swords as they surrounded the mountain gate.

The aura of these Mystic Sun Guards was different. Every one of them was filled with sword qi.

Every single one of them was a grand cultivator of the Sword Dao!

The black-armored Huang Zhihu's eyes lit up as she flew over.

"What's going on with the Qiyang Sword Sect?" Her voice was cold and indifferent.

The black-armored Huang Zhihu was the Mystic Sun Zhihu, the general who killed decisively and controlled the lives of millions of people.

The entire mountain gate was silent. No one dared to answer.

Huang Zhihu frowned as her gaze fell on Zhu Tianlun, who was standing in front of the mountain gate.

Zhu Tianlun's eyes flickered and he dared not look her in the eye.

"Do you know me?" Huang Zhihu said coldly.

Zhu Tianlun hurriedly bowed. "Who doesn't know Miss Zhihu's name, a cultivator who followed Minister Han out of the realm?"

Hearing Zhu Tianlun mention that she had gone out of the border with Han Muye, Huang Zhihu's expression softened slightly and she nodded.