Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 436 - 436 Gathering Power over a Million Miles, an Eastern Sea Swordsman Came to the West (3)

436 Gathering Power over a Million Miles, an Eastern Sea Swordsman Came to the West (3)

‘If the teacher’s morals are upright, the righteousness in the world will last forever.’

The White Deer Mountain Academy took it upon itself to teach the Dao and clear doubts about it. It upheld the righteous path.

As the book was written, a faint golden light appeared.

Even in the Western Frontier without the Confucian Dao inheritance, this classic did not lose its literary aura.

When Kong Chaode received the scroll, he was stunned.

“Young Master, is this a classic?”

The Great Spirit seeped out of the book. Even under the suppression of the Western Frontier’s Heavenly Dao, one could feel the surging literary aura.

Such a scene was truly unimaginable.

“Kong Rong, although traveling is hard, it’s not as hard as pursuing the Great Dao.

“You must know that all the suffering you’ve suffered today is for the sake of improving yourself for future glory.”

Han Muye looked at Kong Chaode in front of him and spoke softly.

Chicken soup.

No, it was chicken blood.

As expected, Kong Chaode looked excited. His shoulders trembled as he bowed to Han Muye.

“I won’t let you down.”

Han Muye did not refuse. He just waved his hand. “Go.”

This scene was really like preaching and explaining.

Liu Hong, who was hiding behind the door of the Sword Pavilion, felt a chill run down his spine.

It was hard to imagine what fun there would be in life if he became that old-fashioned.

Will I still be able to ask for a discount at the restaurant at the foot of the mountain? he thought.

Five days after Kong Chaode left, Han Muye, who was sitting cross-legged on the third floor of the Sword Pavilion, trembled.

In his Qi Sea, the originally dense People’s Will aura kept churning. A long purple aura descended from the sky and poured into his body.

Only he could see this aura.

This was only a trace of the People’s Will. The truly rich and endless popularity was all gathered in the White Deer Mountain Academy in the Central Continent, waiting for Han Muye to step on the White Deer Mountain to collect it.

The Qi of People’s Will was so strong that it crossed the Heavenly Barrier to the Western Frontier. One could imagine how shocked the Confucianism of the Central Continent was by that essay.

Sitting cross-legged, Han Muye smiled.

“That’s why there’s no nobility, no lowliness, no longevity, and no shortage. Where the Dao exists, there’s also where the master exists.” On the White Deer Mountain, Dongfang Shu held the book with both hands and looked up at the sky and laughed.

“From today onwards, my White Deer Mountain Academy will have a Dao!”

Endless purple aura converged on White Deer Mountain, turning the entire mountain golden purple.

If these people merged into one person, they would instantly become a Confucian Grandmaster.

However, at this moment, these people’s expectations were lingering on White Deer Mountain. All the students and instructors on the mountain would benefit.

“What kind of person is the head of the White Deer Mountain Institute who can write such an essay…” At the foot of the White Deer Mountain, a few scholars in green robes raised their heads, unable to suppress their surprise.

The White Deer Mountain Academy was famous throughout the Central Continent.

All the students in the world came to Shuxi County.

Unfortunately, no one had the chance to pay a visit to see the head of the White Deer Mountain Academy.

The world only knew that this Confucian Dao cultivator called Han Muye had the cultivation of a grandmaster. He was young and had discussed the Dao with Grandmaster Dongfang Shu, convincing him.

This cultivator was also in the same room as Princess Yunjin of the West Garrison King’s residence on the Jinchuan River.

3,000 miles outside Jinchuan City, Grandmaster Han Muye used poetry to transform into a sword and killed 30,000 sword cultivators to open up a heavenly legacy for all the Confucianists in the world.

The grand words of the Sword Dao, ‘It took 10 years of hard work to sharpen this sword and the blade as sharp as frost has not yet been tested,’ and the sword intent of ‘Killing a person in ten steps, not leaving a trace for a thousand miles,’ were revealed, making people fascinated.

The scholar carried a sword and cultivated both poems and swords, eventually becoming a Confucian inheritance in the world.

On White Deer Mountain, countless people were waiting for the day when Mountain Chieftain Han Muye would return.

In the Central Continent, countless people guessed that the day Grandmaster Han Muye returned to White Deer Mountain would be the day he stepped into the Grandmaster Realm.

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The time spent cultivating was like a white horse passing through a crack.

On the Nine Mystic Mountain, the flowers bloomed and withered.

The Sword Pavilion showed off their swords again.

Huang Zhihu, who was causing a ruckus all over the mountain, grew a head taller.

The Sword Pavilion elder, Han Muye, had not come out of seclusion.

Or rather, Elder Han of the Sword Pavilion had never left the Sword Pavilion.

“Clang—”

In front of the Sword Pavilion, a long sword flew up.

Yang Mingxuan, who had a complicated expression on his face, took a step back and whispered, “I lost.”

At this moment, the surrounding disciples of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect were not angry. Instead, they secretly clenched their fists, their faces filled with excitement.

It had been more than a year since Elder Han Muye opened the Heavenly Gate with his sword in the Sword Pavilion. Finally, someone had fought 18 battles in a row and arrived in front of the Sword Pavilion. He had sent the sword in the Sword Pavilion’s Sword Caretaker Yang Mingxuan’s hand flying.

In the next round, they would be able to see Elder Han of the Sword Pavilion make a move!

The might of the Sword Dao Immortal would reappear in the Nine Mystic Mountain!

The young man who had knocked away Yang Mingxuan’s sword looked confused as he looked around.

He had clearly defeated an expert from the other party’s sect. Shouldn’t these people be filled with righteous indignation and want to gang up on him?

Why were they all so excited?

“Senior Brother Yang, you were the one who taught me how to kill in your sect’s secret place.

“To be able to defeat you today, it’s not because my Sword Dao is truly stronger than yours, but because you don’t have any killing intent.”

The young man put away his sword and cupped his fists. He bowed to Yang Mingxuan.

The young man’s words made the dozen or so sword cultivators behind him nod.

They came from the Central Continent and passed the challenge to train in the secret place arranged by the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

Such a bloody battle made one shiver in fear.

The killing power displayed by Yang Mingxuan of the Sword Pavilion was engraved in everyone’s hearts.

“Luo Teng, your cultivation and combat strength are indeed strong enough. Your Central Continent’s Haoyuan Sword Sect’s swordsmanship is powerful.”

Yang Mingxuan shook his head and said calmly, “The inheritance of my Bright Mountain Sword Sect can’t compare.”

Bright Mountain Sword Sect.

It was not the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

From the beginning to the end, Yang Mingxuan had used the Bright Mountain Sword Sect’s sword technique instead of the Sword Pavilion’s inheritance.

“If you can knock away the sword in my hand, you have the qualifications to advance further.”

Yang Mingxuan smiled.

“Senior Brother Lin Shen and Senior Brother Lu Gao are not around. Coincidentally, Elder Han came out of seclusion yesterday.”

Elder Han had really come out of seclusion!

Outside the Sword Pavilion, cheers sounded.

Luo Teng and the Central Continent sword cultivators behind him were all confused.

Why are they cheering? they wondered.

On the third floor of the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye stood in front of the window and shook his head gently.

Their sect’s disciples were cheering for their elders being challenged, right?

People’s hearts were really not what they used to be.

He turned and walked slowly downstairs.

His originally relaxed and indifferent expression turned serious.

These Central Continent sword cultivators were nothing. Yang Mingxuan had deliberately lost a move to let them see hope.

Otherwise, how could there be so many free laborers in the Fire Source World to resist the cultivators of the Cloud Heaven Realm?

Han Muye’s expression changed because of the rolling clouds thousands of miles away.

There was an extremely sharp sword intent.

The sword intent had already condensed into a great force and was heading over.

The direction was the Nine Mystic Mountain.