Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 33: Returning to the sect, Interception by Qin Yuanhe!

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Several kilometers away from the Mo family mansion, many people stopped in their tracks.

“What a thick sword intent. It’s actually condensed and makes one’s soul tremble,” a gray-robed old man said softly with a sigh.

“With such sword intent, he can be said to be invincible among his peers.” A middle-aged man in a black robe muttered, then shook his head and said, “The Mo family and the Sun family’s marriage had attracted trouble. I didn’t expect…”

“Let’s go. With such an expert guarding the Mo family, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect won’t find trouble with them.” Another black-robed man turned around and left.

“This person’s sword Qi is magnificent and his sword intent has condensed. It’s even a level above Qin Yuanhe. There’s no need to look. It’s not him.”

Outside the Mo residence, the experts quietly retreated.

The Mo family did not know that they had all been on the brink of death.

In front of the mansion, the vibration of all the swords dissipated. Xu Linjin, the deacon of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s Sword Battle Hall, straightened his back and looked at Mo Yunteng.

“Patriarch Mo, since this senior wants to enter seclusion for the time being, we shan’t disturb him.”

“We still have to chase after Qin Yuanhe.”

Xu Linjin’s words stunned Mo Yunteng.

Why did the people from the Nine Mystic Sword Sect stop entering when they reached the entrance?

Seeing that he was puzzled, Xu Linjin smiled and cupped his hands. “Patriarch Mo, don’t worry. My Nine Mystic Sword Sect will naturally send someone to visit again. My Sword Battle Hall has another mission for a killing pursuit.”

He bowed toward the mansion and turned to leave.

As he watched the people from the Nine Mystic Sword Sect leave, Mo Yunteng’s heart trembled and he broke out in cold sweat.

The Sword Battle Hall only focused on killing. Then why did they come to the Mo family just now?

He turned to the back of the mansion, respect in his eyes.

No wonder the Myriad Sword Elder had warned them with his sword intent.

If it weren’t for him, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect might really have come with ill intentions.

At this moment, in the backyard, Mo Yuan, who had restrained his divine light and was emitting sword intent, stood in the room with a sigh.

“Are you really going back to the Sword Pavilion, Muye?”

At this moment, his cultivation level had reached the Qi Condensation Realm, and he still had hundreds of years to live. With his sword intent, the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords could even compete against the Earth Realm experts.

At this moment, he was an Earth Realm expert!

If Han Muye was willing to cultivate under him, he would teach him with all his might and let him develop into a sword expert.

However, Han Muye refused. He wanted to return to the Nine Mystic Sword Sect and return to the Sword Pavilion to be a Sword Caretaker.

“Master, the sword Qi I condense comes from the Sword Pavilion. It’s more convenient for me to cultivate the Qi condensation technique you mentioned there.”

Han Muye said softly.

Hearing Han Muye mention the sword Qi, Mo Yuan nodded.

If Han Muye hadn’t given him his sword intent and that supreme-grade pill to activate his dantian’s sea of Qi, he would probably have reached the end of his lifespan.

“Alright.” Mo Yuan looked at Han Muye and extended his hand to hand over the longsword, Destiny. “The only thing I can teach you is the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords.”

“You may return to the Nine Mystic Sword Sect to cultivate. If you need anything, come find me directly.”

“I, Mo Yuan, will never forget our fate as master and disciple.”

Whether it was inheriting the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords or allowing Mo Yuan to extend his lifespan and have a chance to continue cultivating, Han Muye had done an indescribable favor to Mo Yuan.

“Master, take care.” Han Muye took the sword Destiny, cupped his hands, and walked out of the room.

Mo Yuan watched him leave and sighed softly.

He no longer needed the sword in his hand.

As Han Muye had once said, “No sword in the hand, but a sword in the heart.”

For the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords, there was no sword in the hand, but 10,000 swords in the heart.

“In that case, I’ll live in seclusion here in the name of the Myriad Sword Elder from today onwards.”

“Perhaps in a hundred years, the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords will become famous.”

Mo Yuan’s eyes revealed an unconcealable heroic spirit.

Driving the carriage back to the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, Han Muye sped up.

In only half a day, he had traveled more than two hundred miles.

Unfortunately, the treasures that the Three Qin Sword Sect and the Great Spiritual Sword Sect were looking for were nowhere to be found.

According to the bride Miss Sun, it was a black sheathed sword, one of the Sun family’s dowries.

There was something fishy about this matter, but Han Muye was unwilling to interfere.

Mo Yuan was living in seclusion in Qingmu Town. With him around, the Mo family would naturally be safe.

At sunset, he lit a bonfire in the lee of the mountain ridge, then placed the rations he had brought over the fire and slowly roasted them.

Sitting in front of the fire, Han Muye took out a jade bottle.

This was the jade bottle that contained the lifespan-increasing pill.

One pill could increase one’s lifespan by one year.

According to Elder Su Liang and the female cultivator Jin Yuan’s estimation, Han Muye should be reaching the end of his lifespan.

But now, not only did Han Muye not feel that his lifespan was exhausted, his body also felt much lighter.

“It seems that dispersing the two sword intents can indeed relieve the damage to my lifespan.”

Han Muye muttered to himself, his eyes bright.

That day, he first used one sword intent to activate the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords and gave the other sword intent to Mo Yuan.

At this moment, two sword intents were missing from his sea of Qi, and his lifespan had recovered a little.

“Eh, I can actually find hot food in the wilderness. Not bad.” Suddenly, a voice sounded, and Han Muye put away the jade bottle in his hand.

Turning around, a middle-aged swordsman in green robes with a short beard under his chin and bright eyes strode over.

The swordsman sat in front of Han Muye and reached out to take down the steamed bun on the fire.

“Hoo-hoo—it’s hot.”

After stuffing the bun into his mouth, the swordsman looked up at Han Muye.

“Do you have wine?”

Han Muye shook his head.

“Go, find a place and get some wine.” The middle-aged swordsman waved his hand and said casually.

Han Muye sat where he was and didn’t move.

“Kid, didn’t you hear me?” Seeing that Han Muye didn’t move, the middle-aged swordsman glared at him and shouted, “Do you want to die?”

Han Muye’s expression didn’t change. He said calmly, “If I go get some wine, you won’t kill me?”

“You hid under the carriage all the way from Qingmu Town. Didn’t you follow me for two hundred miles just to kill me?”

The middle-aged swordsman’s expression changed drastically. He moved and took a few steps back, staring at Han Muye.

“Good kid, no wonder that old monster protected you in Qingmu Town. You’re really something.”

He sneered and placed his hand on the hilt of his sword. “Then I’ll let you die in peace. I’m from the Great Spiritual Sword Sect, Qin—”

Before he could finish, Han Muye stood up and pointed forward. “Qin Yuanhe, Zhou Yan treats you as a brother. Why did you kill him?”

Qin Yuanhe.

This person was Qin Yuanhe from the Great Spiritual Sword Sect!

“Bullsh*t, why would I kill Zhou Yan—” Qin Yuanhe’s face revealed anger, and the sword in his hand was unsheathed with a clang.

However, although he was fast, Han Muye was even faster!

“Whew—”

The bonfire between the two of them suddenly burst into flames, and a dark red sword Qi burst out!

On Han Muye’s body, two green and red sword lights were revealed. Then, with invincible sword intent, they directly charged towards Qin Yuanhe.

“Two sword intents!”

“How is that possible!”

Qin Yuanhe widened his eyes and used all his strength to block the green sword intent. Another fiery red sword intent exploded and turned into countless sword Qi that enveloped him.

“Scatter—”

Qin Yuanhe roared and the sword light on his sword transformed into thousands of sword Qi that collided with the green and red sword Qi in front of him.

However, no matter how powerful his sword intent was, it could not withstand the rampage of the two sword intents. In just a few breaths, his body was already covered in wounds from the fiery red sword Qi.

“Slaughter—”

Qin Yuanhe raised his sword and slashed at the green sword intent in front of him. Then, he used the energy from the rebound to move back 100 feet.

“Clang—”

The longsword that flew into the air fell to the ground.

The green and red swords hovered above the fire, circling gently.