Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 328: Enlightenment of a Grandmaster

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The nourishment of the Eight Treasure Ruyi could actually increase the spirituality of the treasure!

Feeling the feedback from the fan in his hand, Han Muye’s smile widened.

Does that count as a pleasant surprise??he thought.

After all, he only needed to write half a poem to achieve this.

Having the will of the people in the folding fan as a bridge, he could use the Great Spirit to cast all kinds of spells.

By activating the Great Spirit, the Dao technique would become a Confucian Dao divine power.

This fan was like a real literary treasure displaying the power of Confucianism.

Interesting.

It was not known if the power of will of the people would continue to stack.

If it was really that good, wouldn’t he be able to casually create a literary treasure?

“Young Master’s power of the will of the people was activated when the half-complete poem reached Xiyuan County.”

Seeing Han Muye retract his power of the will of the people, Kong Chaode said.

At this point, he shook his head and said enviously, “I will give advice to the county lord in Heze County to worry for the people just to raise a trace of the will of the people.”

He raised his palm. There was a faint purple halo in it.

Compared to Han Muye’s dark purple ball of light, this halo was simply like a candle competing with the bright moon.

“With a great scholar nurturing you for a hundred years, it’s difficult for you to become a scholar official.

“There are many white-haired children in the Central Continent.

“You really can’t compare yourself to others…”

Looking at Han Muye, Kong Chaode said expectantly, “I wonder how many people will look forward to Young Master’s literary writings when we arrive in Jinchuan.

“If it can spread to the various counties in the Central Continent and garner everyone’s attention, it might be able to help Young Master become a Confucian Dao master within a hundred years.”

In Kong Chaode’s opinion, the position of a Confucian Dao master was out of reach. He was a being that could run a county.

However, Han Muye felt that it would take a hundred years to propagate.

Is it that long?

He frowned and said, “Why take so long? Can’t you write a few more poems?”

Hearing his words, Kong Chaode was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile. “Young Master, can you write such a poem just because you want to?”

Han Muye said nothing.

It shouldn’t be difficult to compose a few more such poems, right?

As the flying ship moved forward, purple spiritual light flashed on Han Muye’s body from time to time.

This made Kong Chaode’s heart ache.

Fortunately, Han Muye didn’t want to be too ostentatious when they were going to Jinchuan City. According to Kong Chaode’s suggestion, he concealed his presence.

Even so, he had an additional bearing.

Even if the flying ship was extremely fast, it would take five days to travel from Xiyuan County to Jinchuan City.

At sunset, the flying ship landed in a village with spiritual light rising.

As soon as the flying ship landed, many people surrounded it.

“So it’s an official ship from Xiyuan County. Quick, please rest in the village.” The leader who spoke was an old man in a linen robe.

The old man called himself Qi Rang. He was the village head of the Qi Family Village and the head of this relay station.

This place was a necessary stopover enroute to Jinchuan City. There were often flying ships docked here.

There were relay stations between the Central Continent counties and counties to renovate and settle down for official flying ships or merchants.

Qi Rang led Han Muye and the others to the courier station and cleaned up the room.

Although it was a mountain village and was relatively simple, it was clean and tidy.

Not only did he have a room, but Qi Rang also asked the villagers behind him to deliver various specialties.

The person in charge of controlling the flying boat was a small official from Xiyuan County. He took the specialties with ease and took out a few Spirit Stones to hand to Qi Rang.

Qi Rang and the villagers behind him left with smiles on their faces.

According to the low-ranking official, there was no salary at this courier station. He had to rely on the villagers to give him some specialties in exchange for Spirit Stones.

It was not good to stop empty-handed along the way.

Hearing his words, Mu Jin was expressionless. Kong Chaode smiled and took out a few medium-grade spiritual rocks to give to the low-ranking official.

Great demons were great demons after all. They were much inferior in the ways of the world.

Han Muye walked into the room and saw only a wooden couch and a small table. There was a large word hanging on the wall in front of him.

This word was bold and powerful. It was an extremely good ranking book.

When he reached the words, Han Muye’s gaze landed on the signature below.

“White Deer Mountain Elder?”

A faint spiritual light flashed in his eyes, and the golden Righteousness Qi fused.

The power of the Spell of the Mortal World surged and collided with the word ‘quiet’.

Images flashed through Han Muye’s mind.

An old man with ink on a brush and paper.

The merchants who came and went.

The student who was pondering in front of these words.

There were also cultivators who stood in front of this word for the entire night.

The word ‘quiet’ revealed the various forms of the human world.

It was easier said than done for the noisy world to be quiet.

“Good cultivation,” Han Muye muttered, the spiritual light in his eyes dissipating.

The person who wrote this word had a profound cultivation.

However, it was strange. Why would such a profound Confucian cultivator live in seclusion in this small mountain village?

Since he was living in seclusion, why did he share these words with others?

This set of words could be called a literary treasure. It was infused with the Great Spirit and could calm one’s heart.

Han Muye did not rest in the room. After walking out of the school, Kong Chaode stuck his head out.

“Young Master, there’s something nice in this relay station.” He smiled and pointed at a painting hanging on the wall of the room he lived in.

Han Muye smiled and said, “You guys rest first. I’ll go take a look.”

Then he strolled back into the village.

Lin Shen carried his sword and quietly stood guard behind him.

The mountain village quietly lit up.

As they walked along the mountain path, they occasionally smelled chickens and dogs.

It was rare for Han Muye to come to such a secluded village.

As he walked along the mountain path, he immediately felt at peace.

“To protect his country from betrayal, what can the king do?

“If he’s greedy, he will ask for help from the elder statesman he wants to be with. If not, he will eliminate the treacherous official who has no popular support.”