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Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 235 - Cultivate the Great Spirit, a Letter
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Chapter 235: Cultivate the Great Spirit, a Letter from Patriarch Tao Ran (2)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Kong Chaode nodded and smiled. “Is there a second Western Frontier?”

There was no second immortal.

Zhang Suotu’s face turned red and he nodded vigorously.

This was fate.

Kong Chaode laughed and looked around. “Brother Zhang, pack up. We’ll leave this small courtyard soon.”

….

Han Muye and Liu Hong left Old Mountain Town and rode the flying ship back to the Nine Mystic Mountain.

“The reason why this sword feels strange is because it is nourished by the Great Spirit.”

In the cabin, Han Muye placed the sword on the small table in front of him and spoke softly.

Knowing that Liu Hong did not know what the Great Spirit was, Han Muye continued, “In the Central Continent Imperial Court, the Confucian Dao suppresses the mortal world of the Central Continent. It’s a orthodox cultivation method.

“The Confucian Dao cultivates the Great Spirit.

“Those who recite poems and do paintings?” Liu Hong thought back, then said with a bewildered expression, “What does this Confucian Dao Great Spirit use to fight?”

Sword cultivators had sword intent and sword Qi that could kill with swords.

Dao cultivation had Dao techniques. It could summon the wind and rain with endless power.

Even body cultivators had many methods to move mountains.

What ability does a Confucian Daoist have? Liu Hong wondered.

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Write a word to kill someone?

Hearing Liu Hong’s words, Han Muye chuckled and shook his head.

He had seen the abilities of the Shuxi County Governor.

In the memories of the Mountain Dao Sword, the terrifying power of Minister Wen, Wen Mosheng, was manifested as the world listened to his orders with a wave of his hand.

Those Central Continent scholars only knew how to recite poems, write, and paint.

After returning to the Sword Pavilion, Han Muye summoned Jiang Ming.

He briefly explained how he had recruited Kong Chaode from the Central Continent.

Jiang Ming was one of the itinerant cultivators. When he heard Han Muye’s words, he immediately said in a low voice, “Senior Brother, you want to open another trade route and separate yourself from Storeowner Bai and the sect, right?”

Han Muye nodded.

“The Shangyang Demon Sect’s strength has increased greatly. Li Mubai might summon Bai Suzhen back. I have to plan ahead.”

Han Muye’s eyes were deep. “I can’t allow my supply of spiritual herbs and pills to be bottlenecked.”

Once Bai Suzhen left the Nine Mystic Mountain, it would be difficult for Han Muye to sell his pills.

Moreover, many spiritual herbs would not be found.

Not only that, but he also wanted Tang Yunhao to return to the Hall of Folding Flowers. He could not just let him do whatever he wanted.

Without Han Muye’s strong support, it was impossible for Tang Yunhao to control the Hall of Folding Flowers.

After arranging for Jiang Ming to interact with Kong Chaode in the future and be in charge of the transaction of various medicinal pills and spiritual herbs, Jiang Ming bowed and left.

Jiang Ming could refine low-level pills.

Only advanced-grade pills required Han Muye’s help.

Also, Han Muye was prepared to contact Mu Jin from the Green Wheat Mountain and open another trade route for spiritual herbs.

If he could use the power of the Green Wheat Mountain to open a trade route with the Central Continent and pave a path to the Central Continent early, it would be a good choice.

After arranging these things, Han Muye went upstairs.

Sitting cross-legged on the third floor of the Sword Pavilion, he raised his hand and took out the Noble Sword.

The Noble Sword was not a combat sword, but it could refine the Great Spirit.

With his palm on the hilt of his sword, he saw Kong Chaode’s appearance when he cultivated the Confucian Dao.

He comprehended the Confucian cultivation technique—short prose.

He comprehended Confucian cultivation technique—literacy.

He comprehended low-level Confucian Dao divine power—poem composition.

Two Confucian cultivation techniques, one Confucian Dao Divine Power.

This was the cultivation method of Confucian cultivators in the Central Continent.

Literature and literacy were the basics. Through reading and learning, one could condense the Great Spirit.

Raising a brush to write a poem was just the simplest use of the Great Spirit.

This method consumed a lot of energy, and it also had to show various different powers according to the level of the poems written.

To many Confucian cultivators who were not knowledgeable enough, this divine power of raising a brush to form a poem was also useless.

“Hum—”

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The Great Spirit in the Noble Sword flowed into Han Muye’s meridians.

This Great Spirit did not enter his dantian. Instead, it landed in his sea of Qi and transformed into an ancient ink brush.

As if knowing that it could not compare to those sword intents, this ink brush settled quietly in the corner of Han Muye’s sea of Qi.

The cultivation of the Confucian Dao was about not competing, which was very different from sword cultivation.

Han Muye spread out a paper scroll and dipped his ink pen in thick ink. After pondering for a moment, he started writing.

“The moon of spring. The sun is in the camp, the ginseng is in the dark, the tail is at the end…”

The brush and ink flowed, and a faint Great Spirit surged at the tip of the brush.

This Great Spirit surged back into Han Muye’s sea of Qi.

At this moment, his aura slowly changed, as if he was an old scholar sitting upright.

Unknowingly, Han Muye felt that the impetuousness and tyranny that came from practicing sword techniques and body tempering techniques were slowly being tempered.

This Confucian cultivation could actually temper one’s temperament.

In his divine treasure, the Spell of the Mortal World emitted a golden halo that reflected the ink brush in his sea of Qi.

Sword Dao, path of the sword, way of the Dao.

This time, Han Muye spent 10 days in seclusion.

When he went downstairs, Liu Hong, Yang Mingxuan, and the others looked at him strangely.

“Senior Brother, you seem to have changed into a different person.” Liu Hong sized up Han Muye and clapped his hands. “I remember now. You look like the old man who told stories in the restaurant at the foot of the mountain.”

Han Muye glanced at him and said indifferently, “You went down the mountain again recently?”

Liu Hong felt his entire body tremble. His eyes stared straight ahead as he muttered, “I don’t stay overnight. I only found Little Red, Little White, and Little Green to talk to. I don’t even have clothes—”

Before he could finish, he suddenly paused and flushed.