Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 507 One Day, The Great Dao Will Rise (3)

The Xiao family was an aristocratic family of the dynasty. They could not decline such an escort mission.

After enjoying the prosperity of the dynasty, they naturally had to bear the responsibility.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes and looked out of the restaurant.

"Perhaps Nanyuan County is trying to drag your Xiao family down with them?"

They wanted to drag the Xiao family down with them.

Xiao Chu nodded.

This was an open conspiracy.

"Let's set off together tomorrow. I'm curious about what methods the Fuchen Dao Sect will use."

Han Muye stood up, shook his head, and walked downstairs to the restaurant.

Jia Yang looked at Han Muye and Mu Wan's backs and said in a low voice, "Brother Xiao, I'm afraid our lives will depend on this Young Master Mu Ye this time."

With their strength and the caravan fleet's strength, how could they possibly provoke the Fuchen Dao Sect?

This mission was clearly sending them to their deaths and then inciting the power supporting them to tangle with the Fuchen Dao Sect.

Fortunately, outsiders did not know about this trip and that they had Han Muye with them.

"Who do you think this Young Master Mu Ye is? What's his cultivation level?" Jia Yang looked at Xiao Chu.

Xiao Chu shook his head.

He really did not know.

Fortunately, Han Muye did not show any fear towards the Fuchen Dao Sect's interception, which made them heave a sigh of relief.

The next morning, the caravans left the city and headed straight for the Flowing Jade River.

When they reached the dock, two 300-foot-long ships had already docked.

The merchant group carried the goods onto the large ship and hung up the sails. The two large ships went against the current.

On both sides of the river, there were green Ruyans, blue waves, and endless spiritual fields.

Standing side by side with Mu Wan at the bow, Han Muye restrained his aura and he appeared just like a mortal.

"The mountains are connected to the blue waves of the world, floating and sinking only…" Han Muye muttered.

"Floating and sinking only in the turbid waves. How about it?" A voice sounded from the deck behind him.

Han Muye turned around and saw a middle-aged man in a green robe with chains hanging from his feet slowly walking over.

The iron lock jingled.

"In the turbid waves? How can such a clear river be turbid?" Han Muye shook his head and said calmly, "It's not appropriate."

Hearing Han Muye's words, the middle-aged man laughed and pointed around. "Look at this spiritual field. How much of the produce is consumed by the common people?

"Blue waves, are they really as clear as water?

"How can the mortal world be so clear?"

Han Muye turned to look at him, his eyes narrowed.

"No wonder."

Shaking his head, Han Muye revealed a cold expression. "So you're a Daoist who switched to Confucianism. You feel that the mortal world is turbid, and want to get away and return to the Dao."

Hearing his words, the middle-aged man revealed a proud expression.

"I've already seen through the decay of Confucianism. I, Qian Yunnong, abandoned Confucianism and entered the Dao. In the future, I will definitely be able to live a carefree life for thousands of years."

Qian Yunong was the county magistrate of Heze County.

He colluded with the Fuchen Dao Sect to sell military funds.

Han Muye's gaze landed on Qian Yunong's face.

"I don't care about anything else. I'm just curious. Kong Chaode is also a talent. Why do you want to harm his family?"

Kong Chaode!

Qian Yunong's expression changed as he stared at Han Muye.

After a long time, he shook his head, "Kong Rong's talent is not inferior to mine. He's too meticulous and I really can't accept him."

These words were true.

Kong Chaode was able to plan a county and help the army with the logistics of transporting grain. What Qian Yunong wanted to do could not be hidden.

"In your eyes, is the life and death of a family so casual?"

Han Muye spoke softly.

Qian Yunong glanced at him and turned to leave.

"I have the upper hand. Why say so much?

"I'll add to your verse.

"The mountains are connected to the blue waves of the world, floating and sinking in the turbid waves. One day, when the wind and clouds rise, the Great Dao will soar to the nine heavens."

Soar to the Nine Heavens?

A trace of crystal light flashed in Han Muye's eyes.

Does this Fuchen Dao Sect really dare to think they will split the authority of the Heavenly Dao in the Central Continent?

"Whoosh—"

A figure rushed out of the water.

"Young Master, there are a lot of fish underwater. A lot of them. They're very big," Shao Datian, who was holding a nearly three-foot-long fish, said in a low voice.

Mu Wan frowned when she saw the fish.

"Phoenix-Tailed Carp? It's already past the breeding season. Why are there still phoenix-tailed carps in the Flowing Jade River?"

Shao Datian shook his head and looked at the big fish in his hand. "Underwater, all of them."