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Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion
Chapter 92 - Using the soul of a Heaven Realm demon to condense a sword!Chapter 92: Using the soul of a Heaven Realm demon to condense a sword!
‘I don’t want to die.’
It was strange, Han Muye thought as he looked at that beautiful face.
His body was frozen in place, unable to move at all. His entire mind seemed to have cracked open.
On one hand, it was restrained by a strange force and had to stare into the female cultivator’s eyes.
On the other hand, his mind was moving fast, trying its best to mobilize the sword Qi and sword intent in his sea of Qi and dantian, wanting to fight to his death.
Han Muye did not speak, and the female cultivator’s smile widened.
“No wonder you were chosen by the Nine Mystic Sword. You’re really quite capable. At the very least, not many people in the Sword Pavilion can maintain such composure.”
The female cultivator raised her hand and gently placed it on Han Muye’s shoulder. She stroked his cheek and the top of his head, then gently clasped the small bronze sword in his hair.
“Hum—”
The small sword shook and moved off the female cultivator’s palm.
For the first time, the female cultivator looked surprised.
Instead, she chuckled.
“Okay, okay, you’re unwilling to be controlled by me. But I can control him.” As soon as she finished speaking, she raised the shiny three-inch sword in her hand and stabbed it straight between Han Muye’s eyebrows.
......
The sword light turned into a cocoon of light that enveloped Han Muye, and the female cultivator’s body dissipated.
Submit.
A desire to kneel down immediately rose in Han Muye’s mind.
This female cultivator was extremely beautiful. He should protect her for the rest of his life.
This thought instantly sprouted and grew into a towering tree in his heart.
“Yo, you’re still practising with the sword bone? Coincidentally, my demonic bone is connected to the sword bone condensation technique. You’re lucky.”
The female cultivator’s gentle voice sounded in Han Muye’s mind.
Then, he felt as if all the bones in his body were about to be pulled out. His mind shook, and his legs went limp. He wanted to kneel.
All of this was his body response due to his controlled mind.
However, his other mind was watching and waiting.
Streams of green and white aura poured into his body, causing his originally jade-colored bones to have an additional layer of spiritual light.
Spiritual light surged, and a section of his spine turned into a hazy white jade.
The female cultivator appeared in his mind.
“Submit to me and take out the Nine Mystic Sword that suppresses my main body.” In his mind, the female cultivator’s voice was filled with endless charm.
Han Muye’s soul seemed to want to give in unconditionally and agree.
Now!
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHis observing soul descended.
Han Muye, who had been motionless, trembled, and all the sword Qi and sword intent in his sea of Qi and dantian exploded.
“Hum—”
At this moment, the sword Qi around him condensed into a light wall!
Using the sword intent as a screen, he blocked out all spiritual energy.
In his mind, the female cultivator’s eyes widened.
“Are you isolating me from sensing my main body?”
“How many breaths can you suppress me with your cultivation?”
The female cultivator looked amused. She raised her hand and pointed at the void in front of her.
“With your weak soul, are you intending to die and become a living dead?”
Originally, Han Muye had eight sword intents in his sea of Qi.
There were still nearly 10,000 sword Qi condensed in his sea of Qi.
Just now, at the entrance of the Sword Pavilion, he had killed the Great Spiritual Sword Sect’s Earth Realm expert and consumed a sword intent.
The battle with Qin Yuanhe consumed two sword intents.
At this moment, the remaining five sword intents and tens of thousands of scattered sword Qi exploded at once.
His soul could not activate such a powerful force at all.
Just like how the Sword Caretaker who cultivated the Sword Condensing Technique could only activate the power of the Hundred Breath Realm, Han Muye could only activate these sword Qi and sword intent for less than ten breaths.
After ten breaths, his soul would collapse. Even if he did not die, his soul would turn into nothingness and become a living dead with no soul.
“Alright, when your soul dissipates, I’ll occupy this body and refine it until I reincarnate.”
“At that time, my main body will disappear, and my reincarnation will control the Nine Mystic Sword and become a peerless sword immortal. Interesting, interesting.”
The female cultivator’s eyes flickered.
Han Muye ignored her.
There was no time.
Two out of ten breaths had passed.
“Soul condensation into sword.”
“Sword control with soul.” A low voice sounded in Han Muye’s mind.
The female cultivator’s expression changed.
“You, you want to condense your soul into a sword? You want to cultivate the Sword Condensing Technique?”
“You can condense a sword with your weak soul?”
“I’m afraid your soul will collapse before the sword is condensed…”
For the first time, Han Muye replied to the female cultivator, “It’s not my soul condensing into a sword. It’s yours, Senior.”
As soon as he finished speaking, countless sword lights lit up in Han Muye’s mind.
The female cultivator wanted to retreat, but she was surrounded by the sword light. Then, she was minced into pieces.
This was happening within Han Muye’s body. This was the divine spot where his soul lived. He had the final say here!
It was true that the female cultivator was the soul of a Heaven Realm great demon.
However, it was only a wisp of her soul.
Her main body was suppressed by the Nine Mystic Sword.
If Han Muye had not brought the bone sword to the Sword Pavilion, this female cultivator’s soul power might not have been activated.
Just now, Han Muye had unleashed all his sword intent and instantly turned it into a barrier. In ten breaths, he had severed his connection with the outside world.
This also cut off the connection between the soul body and the main body of the demon.
In the divine spot, sword light rose.
All the fragments condensed into a small clear sword.
The sword was three inches long and surrounded by a halo. It spun gently.
“Sword of the Soul.”
Han Muye whispered.
He condensed soul into a sword.
The small sword in the divine spot had already materialized.
Han Muye needed 60 years to condense such a soul sword.
However, the soul fragment of a Heaven Realm demon was much more condensed than his soul.
The Sword Condensing Technique condensed the soul of a Heaven Realm demon into a sword!
With this sword, he could fight a Heaven Realm expert within a hundred breaths!
“Hum—”
The sword Qi barrier around Han Muye began to gather and dissipate.
His body trembled as he collected the scattered sword Qi into his body.
When all the sword Qi landed in his dantian and sea of Qi, there were only two sword intents left and less than 3,000 sword Qi remaining.
In his sea of Qi, the fire-type sword intent that he had obtained from Patriarch Tao Ran’s Purple Flame Sword vibrated, and another sword intent that was like a breeze spun with it.
Most of his sword intent had been depleted.
It was worth it.
Han Muye smiled.
Although his body was weak and his face was pale because his soul was trembling and his sword intent was exhausted.
It was worth it to exchange it for the sword in the divine spot!
Han Muye’s eyes shone brightly. The power of the sword of the soul in his divine spot seeped in, causing his soul to rapidly increase.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“What a ruthless little fellow…”
On the first floor of the Sword Pavilion, a voice floated out.
Han Muye snorted coldly, and the sword of the soul in his divine spot trembled slightly.
“Hum—”
Countless swords in the entire Sword Pavilion responded!
The faint voice of the great demon paused and disappeared.
At this moment, Han Muye was no longer afraid of the great demon suppressed by the Nine Mystic Sword!
“Brother Han!”
Outside the Sword Pavilion, Huang Six’s anxious voice sounded.
Han Muye turned around and walked over. Huang Six rushed into the Sword Pavilion in two steps and reached out to grab Han Muye’s arm. He looked Han Muye up and down and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that his face was only pale and his body was fine.
“When I arrived at the mountain gate, I heard that the Sword Pavilion was attacked. I even heard that someone was injured.”
Han Muye nodded and said softly, “Brother Lu’s eyes are injured.”
Huang Six’s hands trembled.
“The Sword Pavilion will provide for him,” Huang Six said solemnly.
Even if Lu Gao could no longer see and could not do anything else in the Sword Sect, the Sword Pavilion could support him.
Han Muye was touched. He nodded slightly and asked softly, “What’s the situation with the Cao family?”
The Cao family was quite important to the Sword Sect.
Hearing Han Muye’s question, Huang Six’s expression darkened.
“The head of the Cao family is seriously injured and has lost an arm. I don’t know when he will wake up.”
“Elder Su Liang said that even if he wakes up, his ability to refine weapons will probably be lost.”
With his arm broken, he probably had less than 30% of his forging skills left.
“Also, the Cao family’s direct descendant was abducted by the Great Spiritual Sword Sect.”
“That’s the trouble.”
Han Muye’s expression was also gloomy.
The Cao family’s direct descendant was in the hands of the Great Spiritual Sword Sect, so the Nine Mystic Sword Sect was afraid of harming them.
The Cao family was also held back. It would always be a hidden danger in the future.
“Sigh, our Nine Mystic Sword Sect is the third of the four major sword sects and one of the nine sects of the Western Frontier. Why is it like a sieve?”
Huang Six shook his head, his expression complicated.
As a disciple of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, he had enjoyed the transcendence of a disciple of a large sect.
However, at this moment, it was as if the tiger skin of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect had been torn open, revealing its riddled body.
This was difficult for Huang Six to accept.
A cold glint appeared in Han Muye’s eyes as he said in a low voice, “Brother, I’m going out for a while.”