Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion
1186 My Hometown is in Hulun Bai’er (4)
“Immortal Lord, cough, do the younger disciples nowadays have such great ambitions?” Zhou Sheng took a few more sips, seemingly trying to calm himself down.
“Go on, continue. Let’s see what else can give me a headache.” Zhou Sheng stuffed the wine gourd and looked up at Han Muye.
“I promised Sixth Master Qin that I would help him save the Thunder Bandits.”
Han Muye spoke calmly.
“Thunder Bandits?” Zhou Sheng straightened his body and glared. “You want to go against Heaven Immortal Demon King, Xiang Tian?”
Han Muye said nothing. Golden Fire hidden behind his shoulder poked its head out.
“Damn, Phoenix…” Zhou Sheng’s hand trembled, he unconsciously opened the wine gourd, took another sip, trying to calm himself.
Han Muye shook his head, a green light flashed in his hand, and a blue sword appeared.
“Clear Rain Sword?” Zhou Sheng stood up and frowned.
“Senior Xu Mingjian has already died. I obtained this sword and specially came to report,” Han Muye said loudly as he released the hilt.
A trace of regret flashed in Zhou Sheng’s eyes as he nodded and said, “Back then, when Senior Brother Xu’s bloodline imprint disappeared, we were all prepared for it.”
Looking at the sword, he sighed softly, “As sword cultivators, it’s better to die outside than waste our years.”
His gaze returned to Han Muye, with a touch of seriousness in his eyes.
“Don’t worry, as long as it’s a disciple of the Sword Sect, the sect will protect them even if they come to the Bitter Immortal Realm to overturn the heavens.
“It’s just that in the future, when the sect needs your help, just remember the sect’s friendship.”
The Mystic Spirit Sword Sect was an alliance of Sword Dao cultivators. Disciples did not have much of a master-disciple relationship. Instead, they supported each other and relied on the power of the sect to obtain more resources.
After using the Sect’s resources, there was an expectation to repay them in the future.
In the sect, the more elite disciples there were, the more resources they could mobilize.
Because the greater the investment, the greater the return.
As these elite disciples grew, their strength and influence were all accumulated by the sect.
“Alright.”
Han Muye put away his sword and token and nodded at Zhou Sheng. He glanced at the wine gourd in his hand, then turned and left.
After he walked out of the small courtyard, Zhou Sheng’s originally straight posture relaxed.
He licked his lips and looked at the wine gourd in his hand. “The wine is good, just a bit lacking…”
“It’s quite a lot. Half of Yunlan City’s wine is in this calabash.” The green-robed Zhantian Hall’s Chief, Li Yungang, walked out.
“This kid is very smart. He probably knows that I’m here just by smelling the wine.” Shaking his head, Li Yungang also took out a wine gourd and took a sip. “I was careless.”
Zhou Sheng smacked his lips and nodded and said, “Yunlan Sword Immortal, this kid’s sword intent is quite strong.
“However, if he’s really as formidable as you say, are you even itching for a fight?”
“Itching for a fight?” Li Yungang’s eyes gleamed, his voice lowered, “In the past 30,000 years, there haven’t been many who could make me chase them for a challenge.”
His words made a smile appear on Zhou Sheng’s face. He clapped his hands, straightened his body, and then reached out to break off a half branch from a withered tree next to him, waving it a few times.
“He’s an interesting one. Just don’t die in the Bitter Immortal Realm.
“Coincidentally, that guy Xiang Tian has been causing quite a stir lately.”
Saying this, he suddenly paused, looked up at Li Yungang, and asked, “Are you in the Bitter Immortal Realm for this kid, or for Xiang Tian?”
Li Yungang laughed and didn’t answer. He picked up the wine gourd and turned to leave.
Zhou Sheng glanced at his back, and the wooden branch in his hand turned into a slim, dark green sword, which he slung across his back.
Tossing his messy hair, he walked out of the small courtyard. “I’m going to take a walk. I need to find a few helpers and inform various parties…”
…
After leaving Zhou Sheng’s shop, Han Muye didn’t head straight back to his own residence. Instead, he continued walking down toward the lower parts of the city.
The higher up in Wanchong City, the neater it became. The residents were all strong cultivators. As one descended, things grew more chaotic, filled with lower-rank demons.
Wanchong City was a major city in the Bitter Immortal Realm, and both demon and human races could be seen there.
Han Muye, with his sword on his back, didn’t look too out of place as he walked along the streets.
However, most human cultivators were disheveled, unlike Han Muye, whose appearance was tidy enough to discourage others from approaching.
“Hey, handsome human, care to stay at my Chrysanthemum Pavilion? Don’t worry, we’ve got plenty of spirit stones.” On a three-story pink building, a provocatively dressed female cultivator waved her hand, trying to attract his attention.
“That appearance is not bad. I wonder if it’s some big demon in disguise?” On a building opposite, a demon with a body as large as a bucket, covered in dark blue fur, rubbed his hands together, his gaze fixed on Han Muye.
Han Muye didn’t pay attention to these people and kept walking briskly.
He only stopped in front of a simple two-story building.
“Customer, the Flying Silver in the Clear Water Crossing of the Spirit Slaying Pavilion is a masterpiece. We also have Three Spirits and Four Immortals, all top-notch. Would you like to try them?”
A horse-faced demon with a green headscarf approached politely.
Outside the small building, a rich aroma wafted through the air.
It had been many years since Han Muye had felt any kind of hunger.
But now, after taking a whiff, he felt a faint desire.
He nodded, and followed the attendant into the building. Inside, he saw many tall demons hunched over, feasting heartily.
The air was filled with the aroma of various meats.
As he entered the building, no one looked up to see him.
“Sir, the upper floor is quieter.” The horse-faced attendant seemed unperturbed by his presence as he led Han Muye to the second floor.
Chapter 1187: 1186 My Hometown is in Hulun Bai'er (4)
“Immortal Lord, cough, do the younger disciples nowadays have such great ambitions?” Zhou Sheng took a few more sips, seemingly trying to calm himself down.
“Go on, continue. Let’s see what else can give me a headache.” Zhou Sheng stuffed the wine gourd and looked up at Han Muye.
“I promised Sixth Master Qin that I would help him save the Thunder Bandits.”
Han Muye spoke calmly.
“Thunder Bandits?” Zhou Sheng straightened his body and glared. “You want to go against Heaven Immortal Demon King, Xiang Tian?”
Han Muye said nothing. Golden Fire hidden behind his shoulder poked its head out.
“Damn, Phoenix…” Zhou Sheng’s hand trembled, he unconsciously opened the wine gourd, took another sip, trying to calm himself.
Han Muye shook his head, a green light flashed in his hand, and a blue sword appeared.
“Clear Rain Sword?” Zhou Sheng stood up and frowned.
“Senior Xu Mingjian has already died. I obtained this sword and specially came to report,” Han Muye said loudly as he released the hilt.
A trace of regret flashed in Zhou Sheng’s eyes as he nodded and said, “Back then, when Senior Brother Xu’s bloodline imprint disappeared, we were all prepared for it.”
Looking at the sword, he sighed softly, “As sword cultivators, it’s better to die outside than waste our years.”
His gaze returned to Han Muye, with a touch of seriousness in his eyes.
“Don’t worry, as long as it’s a disciple of the Sword Sect, the sect will protect them even if they come to the Bitter Immortal Realm to overturn the heavens.
“It’s just that in the future, when the sect needs your help, just remember the sect’s friendship.”
The Mystic Spirit Sword Sect was an alliance of Sword Dao cultivators. Disciples did not have much of a master-disciple relationship. Instead, they supported each other and relied on the power of the sect to obtain more resources.
After using the Sect’s resources, there was an expectation to repay them in the future.
In the sect, the more elite disciples there were, the more resources they could mobilize.
Because the greater the investment, the greater the return.
“Alright.”
Han Muye put away his sword and token and nodded at Zhou Sheng. He glanced at the wine gourd in his hand, then turned and left.
After he walked out of the small courtyard, Zhou Sheng’s originally straight posture relaxed.
He licked his lips and looked at the wine gourd in his hand. “The wine is good, just a bit lacking…”
“It’s quite a lot. Half of Yunlan City’s wine is in this calabash.” The green-robed Zhantian Hall’s Chief, Li Yungang, walked out.
“This kid is very smart. He probably knows that I’m here just by smelling the wine.” Shaking his head, Li Yungang also took out a wine gourd and took a sip. “I was careless.”
Zhou Sheng smacked his lips and nodded and said, “Yunlan Sword Immortal, this kid’s sword intent is quite strong.
“However, if he’s really as formidable as you say, are you even itching for a fight?”
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Zhou Sheng had tested him earlier, and he didn’t seem exceptionally strong.“Itching for a fight?” Li Yungang’s eyes gleamed, his voice lowered, “In the past 30,000 years, there haven’t been many who could make me chase them for a challenge.”
His words made a smile appear on Zhou Sheng’s face. He clapped his hands, straightened his body, and then reached out to break off a half branch from a withered tree next to him, waving it a few times.
“He’s an interesting one. Just don’t die in the Bitter Immortal Realm.
“Coincidentally, that guy Xiang Tian has been causing quite a stir lately.”
Saying this, he suddenly paused, looked up at Li Yungang, and asked, “Are you in the Bitter Immortal Realm for this kid, or for Xiang Tian?”
Li Yungang laughed and didn’t answer. He picked up the wine gourd and turned to leave.
Zhou Sheng glanced at his back, and the wooden branch in his hand turned into a slim, dark green sword, which he slung across his back.
Tossing his messy hair, he walked out of the small courtyard. “I’m going to take a walk. I need to find a few helpers and inform various parties…”
…
After leaving Zhou Sheng’s shop, Han Muye didn’t head straight back to his own residence. Instead, he continued walking down toward the lower parts of the city.
Wanchong City was a major city in the Bitter Immortal Realm, and both demon and human races could be seen there.
Han Muye, with his sword on his back, didn’t look too out of place as he walked along the streets.
However, most human cultivators were disheveled, unlike Han Muye, whose appearance was tidy enough to discourage others from approaching.
“Hey, handsome human, care to stay at my Chrysanthemum Pavilion? Don’t worry, we’ve got plenty of spirit stones.” On a three-story pink building, a provocatively dressed female cultivator waved her hand, trying to attract his attention.
“That appearance is not bad. I wonder if it’s some big demon in disguise?” On a building opposite, a demon with a body as large as a bucket, covered in dark blue fur, rubbed his hands together, his gaze fixed on Han Muye.
Han Muye didn’t pay attention to these people and kept walking briskly.
He only stopped in front of a simple two-story building.
“Customer, the Flying Silver in the Clear Water Crossing of the Spirit Slaying Pavilion is a masterpiece. We also have Three Spirits and Four Immortals, all top-notch. Would you like to try them?”
A horse-faced demon with a green headscarf approached politely.
Outside the small building, a rich aroma wafted through the air.
It had been many years since Han Muye had felt any kind of hunger.
But now, after taking a whiff, he felt a faint desire.
He nodded, and followed the attendant into the building. Inside, he saw many tall demons hunched over, feasting heartily.
The air was filled with the aroma of various meats.
As he entered the building, no one looked up to see him.
“Sir, the upper floor is quieter.” The horse-faced attendant seemed unperturbed by his presence as he led Han Muye to the second floor.
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