Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

1116 Challenge from Sword Immortal Luo Yuan (2)

At first glance, it was obvious that Han Muye was not short of spiritual rocks.

Indeed, as the owner of a large city, Han Muye had an abundant supply of spiritual rocks.

The daily income of this city was enormous.

That’s why so many peak-level immortal experts and even newly ascended heavenly immortals were willing to come and gather wealth under his rule.

Han Muye’s hand passed over the hilt of a long sword on the wooden rack, and he probed some memory scenes.

Shaking his head, a golden rune flashed in his palm.

The attendant trembled all over, looked around, and whispered, “Senior Brother, please follow me.”

What Han Muye took out was the identity token of an elite disciple of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect.

It was evident that this sword hall was presided over by a disciple of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, but it was unclear who this person was and why he was here.

The attendant led Han Muye up to the second floor of the pavilion, where a 30-year-old sword cultivator dressed in a blue robe stood solemnly, waiting.

“Jin Gucheng greets the invincible city lord,” the swordsman arched his hand, causing the attendant who led Han Muye upstairs to stumble and almost fall.

Was this person Invincible Han, Sword Immortal Yunlan?

The golden rune in Han Muye’s palm flickered, and three faint patterns emerged.

Elite of the Three Halls!

The attendant who had just turned around widened his eyes, looking at the three golden marks on the rune.

Jin Gucheng smiled, once again cupping his hands, “I am Jin Gucheng, a disciple of the Xuntian Hall. I greet Senior Brother Invincible.”

A disciple of the Xuntian Hall.

So he was one of them.

Jin Gucheng came to Yunlan City to open a sword hall on behalf of the Xuntian Hall as part of their sect’s mission.

This was also one of the ways Mystic Spirit Sword Sect disciples collected information about swords.

According to Jin Gucheng, the Bitter Immortal Realm had become increasingly turbulent, attracting the attention of various major powers, and they had sent experts to intervene.

Many lone experts who roamed the Wasteland were also observing and investigating.

Immortal Demon King Hun Tian seemed to have the appearance of nirvana. If his forces were unstable, the Ascendant Immortal Demon King might annex his forces and cause chaos.

“The bloodline of the Ascendant Immortal Demon King is also an ancient divine beast. If he devours the Nirvana Pearl of the Immortal Demon King Hun Tian, his bloodline might evolve again. At that time, the Bitter Immortal Realm will become even more difficult to deal with.”

Jin Gucheng’s words expressed the concerns of various major forces in the Fuyu Immortal World.

However, Jin Gucheng didn’t know the specific situation in the Bitter Immortal Realm either.

For the time being, Han Muye had no jurisdiction over these matters. He came to find Jin Gucheng primarily to learn about the skilled swordsmen in the Wasteland.

And among them, how many were arranged by the Sword Sect.

Not all people associated with the Sword Sect were disciples of the sect or practiced its sword techniques.

There were also many swordsmen who were attached to the Sword Sect.

Han Muye’s words stunned Jin Gucheng.

“Senior Brother, you mean…”

What was the purpose of asking about the names of these sword experts?

“Sharpening the sword,” Han Muye said calmly.

Jin Gucheng shuddered.

He was really a Sword Dao lunatic.

When he came to Yunlan City, he had already heard many stories about Invincible Han. However, he didn’t expect that Han Muye was truly a person who lived and breathed sword cultivation.

“I will compile a list of the skilled swordsmen in the desolate lands and hand it over to Senior Brother.”

Jin Gucheng quickly took out several jade scrolls and used his divine sense to investigate and record the names.

As a Sword Dao sect, the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect naturally paid attention to Sword Dao experts.

Regardless of whether they were their own people or not, they wanted to know about them.

When Han Muye took the jade slip, he saw that it even contained records of himself.

“City Lord of Yunlan City, Sword Immortal Yunlan, Invincible Han, a sudden rise of a powerful figure in the Wasteland, his sword cultivation is suspected to be heaven-defying, and he has slain several heaven immortal experts, namely…”

The records also included the sword techniques he had used and achievements.

“Invincible Han might be a disciple of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect, but his identity has yet to be confirmed.”

This entry was intriguing.

Han Muye’s divine sense probed the jade slip, and his eyes lit up.

“Xia Jun, the Sword Immortal Without a God, from Qiyuan City, is said to be capable of cutting divine soul imprints. His strength is formidable, and he can challenge heaven immortals.”

“Zhuwu City’s Sword Immortal, Chen Wanyu. A longsword with an Immortal Weapon. He has swept through millions of miles and has never lost in 3,000 years.”

“Wo Baijin, the City Lord of Baijin City, has achieved the heaven immortal level in sword cultivation. His sword domain contains 100,000 sword weapons, and his sword strikes are like dragons shaking the mountains and rivers for thousands of miles.”

…

These were all famous sword experts whose deeds had long spread throughout the Wasteland.

No one earned an unwarranted reputation; they all gained their fame through actual sword battles.

Such whetstones for his sword were truly interesting.

Han Muye put away the jade scrolls and nodded, “In the future, if there’s anything in the city, you can look for Zhang Zhenbiao. He is also a disciple of the Sword Sect.”

Then he turned and walked away.

Jin Gucheng hurriedly escorted him downstairs.

“So, the City Lord Invincible is actually an elite of the Three Halls, one of our Sword Sect’s strong cultivators. Interesting,” Jin Gucheng said, looking at Han Muye’s departing figure, a smile on his face.

“It seems that our Sword Sect had planned ahead.”

When Han Muye returned to the City Lord’s hall, Zhao Chen came to him holding a jade box.

“Brother Han, someone wants to challenge you.”

Challenge?

Han Muye was taken aback, a smile appearing on his face.

He was actually preparing to challenge others, but someone came to challenge him first.

He took the jade box, and inside was a challenge letter.

The writing was steady, and the essence of sword intent was evident.

“Peng Zhenyao from Guiyuan City challenges the Sword Immortal Yunlan, using his sword and 300 years of cultivation as the wager.”

The words revealed some real skill..

He was not far from becoming a Heaven Immortal.

“In fact, Peng Zhenyao had the intention to come to Yunlan City, but he couldn’t bring himself to lower his status. He wants some recognition,” Zhao Chen leaned closer and lowered his voice, “This guy has already revealed his background to me.”

Can you do that? Han Muye wondered.

He nodded and put away the jade box, gesturing with his hand, “Then you can arrange it.”

Zhao Chen was thriving in Yunlan City. Relying on Han Muye’s support, he had gained many benefits.

Han Muye ignored him.

When the water was clear, there would be no fish. Han Muye was a sword cultivator, and he only focused on cultivating his sword. Matters beyond the sword were naturally handled by others.

Though he hadn’t been in the Immortal World for long, he felt much more at ease here compared to the mortal world, where there were so many calculations to be made.

As long as his sword was sharp enough, he could attain everything he wanted.

A day later, news spread throughout Yunlan City and the surrounding towns that Peng Zhenyao from Guiyuan City was challenging the Sword Immortal Yunlan.

Sword Immortal Yunlan had already agreed, and the time for the challenge was set for 10 days later.

The news created a stir.

Although the reputation of Sword Immortal Yunlan, Invincible Han, was much stronger than that of Peng Zhenyao, Peng Zhenyao had also accumulated fame over thousands of years with outstanding achievements.

The clash between these two sword experts was bound to be exceptionally exciting.

For a moment, various major forces once again turned their attention to Invincible Han, who had been silent for a year in Yunlan City.

“Peng Zhenyao has been famous for thousands of years, and the name of Sword Immortal Luo Yuan has shaken the region. This battle will undoubtedly be a fierce one,” some speculated.

“Invincible Han has even killed Refinement Realm experts. Although he did so by taking advantage of the situation, his record is genuine,” others offered their opinions.

In the battle at Guanyue City, many people criticized Han Muye for using close-range tactics, saying that he won unrighteously.

Outside Yunlan City, 20,000 miles away, he suppressed the experts of the Essence Demon Sect.

The true evaluation of Han Muye’s strength in the outside world was probably somewhere between the Heaven Immortal and Void Refinement Realm.

“Peng Zhenyao is already 200,000 miles away, gathering his sword aura. I’m afraid there will be more suspense in this battle.”

When the news came, countless experts came to the surroundings of Yunlan City.

In the sword path, there were those like Han Muye who fought up close and personal, and there were also those who gathered great momentum and delivered devastating strikes.

100,000 miles away, Peng Zhenyao triggered the anomaly of heaven and earth. His body turned into the phantom of a Divine Beast, and his blood qi soared to the sky.”

50,000 miles away, Peng Zhenyao’s sword light transformed into a dragon.

30,000 miles away, Yun Tao’s form had already taken shape, and 10,000-foot virtual shadow had solidified.

Thousands of miles.

Thousands of miles away from Yunlan City, the phantom of a 10,000-foot tall Sky-Rending Condor roared as a long sword cleaved through the air.

Those who were confident in Han Muye now had serious expressions on their faces.

The tyrannical power that needed to be revealed was no longer something that a Heaven Immortal could withstand.

Zhao Chen’s expression changed as he looked at the phantom. “Does this guy really want to fight my brother?”

He looked at Han Muye, who was standing on the city wall in front of him, and scratched his head. “Did I mess things up?”

“Guiyuan City’s Peng Zhenyao is here to challenge Sword Immortal Yunlan. I hope you can teach me…”

A thunderous voice resounded from the void of space.

The phantom thousands of miles away took a step forward.

“Okay.”

Han Muye said calmly. The sword light on his body gathered and condensed into a sword shadow that soared into the sky.

Countless divine thoughts and gazes landed on the sword shadow and the Sky-Rending Condor phantom that were about to collide. They held their breaths.

In this battle, who would emerge victorious?

“Peng Zhenyao from the Zhantian Hall greets Senior Brother Han. Will this battle be a real one or a fake one?” A soft laughter reached Han Muye’s ears.

Han Muye didn’t reply but simply raised his hand slightly.

The sword light fell, and a single sword tore through the heavens and the earth.

It was a real fight!