Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 238: Mushen City, Heaven Realm, Heaven Realm, Heaven Realm! (2)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Nine Revolutions Cloud Lotus Pill.

The method of rotating pills was the key to refining this pill.

Han Muye’s deduction of the pill conversion method was still a little lacking. He felt that he lacked some confidence.

“The method to rotate pills?” Patriarch Tao Ran pondered for a moment and said in a low voice, “Although I don’t know much about this technique, I know a place that might be able to find it.”

He looked at Han Muye and said, “The ruins of the Blazing Sun Palace.”

Blazing Sun Palace.

The ancient sect, the Blazing Sun Palace, not only had powerful fire-type cultivation techniques and sword techniques, but its alchemy and weapon refinement levels were also extremely high.

After the destruction of the Blazing Sun Palace, the alchemy and weapon refinement of the Western Frontier declined greatly.

Before Han Muye could speak, Patriarch Tao Ran continued, “After you study the Void Nascent Pill, we’ll go to the old site of the Blazing Sun Palace.

“I promised to take you there too.

“I remember that you even cultivated their cultivation technique.”

The Golden Sun Technique that Han Muye cultivated was one of the Nine Sun Techniques of the Blazing Sun Palace. Han Muye wanted to go to the old site of the Blazing Sun Palace to see if he could find a way to cultivate the Nine Sun Techniques.

His cultivation was about to reach the Earth Realm.

When he reached the Earth Realm, just the Golden Sun Technique would be a little weak and not profound enough.

“Kid, Li Mubai, that old fellow, has lured the demons of the Southern Wasteland here. You little guys have to grow quickly.”

Tao Ran’s gaze landed on Han Muye and he lowered his voice. “Li Mubai is a demonic cultivator. It doesn’t matter to them how many people die in the Western Frontier as long as they can develop elites in the end.

“The cold-blooded demonic cultivators don’t care how many people die.”

Han Muye understood Patriarch Tao Ran’s words.

In the eyes of those great cultivators, those below the Core Formation realm were not considered experts.

Especially in a sect like the Shangyang Demon Sect, they looked down on low-level cultivators and itinerant cultivators.

It didn’t matter how many low-level cultivators died as long as there were experts who could kill their way out and grow.

This was their way of growing.

This way was commonly used by the demonic sects.

“Also, you’re quite famous now, and there are many people watching you. You have to be careful.” Patriarch Tao Ran looked at Han Muye and chuckled again.

Patriarch Tao Ran knew that In Han Muye’s current state, his cultivation had improved greatly and he did not have to be afraid of ordinary schemes.

After finishing their business, the two of them chatted about recent matters. Han Muye mentioned the changes in the Nine Mystic Mountain and the death of Elder Lu Hao, causing Patriarch Tao Ran to sigh.

“Do you understand now? Cultivation is ultimately lonely.

“Wait a few more years. When I go back, I’m afraid there won’t be many people in the entire sect that I know.”

When Patriarch Tao Ran spoke, there was a hint of loneliness in his words.

Han Muye nodded quickly.

He felt the same loneliness now.

Cultivation was ultimately a lonely journey.

Patriarch Tao Ran had arranged for Han Muye to stay in the Rain Lotus Garden. From the window on the second floor, one could see a pond full of jade lotus flowers. The scenery was endless.

Sitting cross-legged in front of the window, Han Muye held a jade slip. The pill formulas were deduced one by one.

The pill formulas in the jade slip all produced Void Nascent Pills with insufficient medicinal power.

“What’s missing?”

Looking at the swaying lotus flowers outside the window, Han Muye muttered to himself.

“Boom—”

Thunder rumbled in the distance.

Thunder?

The power of heaven and earth!

Han Muye’s eyes lit up!

The Void Nascent Pill simulated a Heaven Realm cultivation. How could it lack Heaven and Earth powers?

And the simplest Heaven and Earth powers were the power of lightning tribulation!

Thinking of the power of the lightning tribulation, Han Muye smiled even more.

It was difficult for outsiders to find the power of the lightning tribulation.

But he had a piece of fur filled with lightning in his hand.

“Boom—”

Lightning in the distance descended, and then the light screen of the Great City Protection Formation rose above Mushen City to block the lightning.

Stunned, Han Muye stood up.

“Tao Ran, you’ve occupied Mushen City, privately visited the Little Alchemy Pavilion, and blasphemed the holy land of alchemy in the Western Frontier. Do you have any regard for the Western Frontier?”

A thunder-like roar came from the void.

This was the voice of a Heaven Realm expert.

With the support of the Heaven Realm experts, every word and action had a mighty force.

There were only a few people in the Western Frontier who had the power of the Heaven Realm.

Li Mubai had not returned from Fengshou Mountain, and Daoist Myriad Transformation had entered seclusion.

Zhang Cheng.

The sect master of the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect, Zhang Cheng.

“Bullsh*t. I can be wherever I want.”

Patriarch Tao Ran’s voice sounded.

“My alchemy cultivation is publicly recognized in the Western Frontier. I cultivate in Mushen City. What’s wrong?

“Could it be that you, Sect Master Zhang, also want to switch to alchemy?”

Patriarch Tao Ran’s figure appeared and flew into the sky, landing on the light screen of the array.

Han Muye also rushed forward.

With Patriarch Tao Ran’s cultivation and combat strength, he could not defeat Zhang Cheng.

Seeing Han Muye fly over, Patriarch Tao Ran turned around and grinned. “Why? Do you still want to kill a Heaven Realm expert like you did on Cloud Nest Ridge?”

Han Muye looked ahead and said calmly, “It’s not impossible to cooperate once.”

His aura was restrained, as if he were a mortal, but his body exuded a power that made it difficult to look at him directly. He seemed to be a long sword that could be unsheathed at any moment.

In the distance, a few figures flew over and stood in the void.

The leader was the sect master of the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect, Zhang Cheng.

At this moment, Zhang Cheng’s aura was extremely stable. The pressure of a Heaven Realm cultivator spread out from his body.

His gaze landed on Han Muye and Tao Ran, and undisguised killing intent appeared in his eyes.

Beside Zhang Cheng were a few alchemy cultivators surrounded by pill qi.

When one of them saw Han Muye, hatred appeared in his eyes.

Chang Ming.

An elite among the Western Frontier’s junior alchemists.

However, in the battle with Han Muye, they lost too badly, causing the sect behind them, the Minghua Valley, to collapse.

Minghua Valley had placed all their bets on the Void Meridian Pill. In the end, they lost everything.