Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 389: Are You Willing to Draw Your Sword and Mete Out Heavenly Punishment? (2)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

At this moment, countless spiritual lights rose in the center of the river. They enveloped the large island as the elites of the sect sat cross-legged, adjusting their breathing and cultivating.

More and more people gathered on the shore. They were either talking in low voices or meditating to recover their depleted spiritual qi.

“It’s only today that I’ve seen the flourishing of cultivation in the Western Frontier,” an old man in a black robe said softly while looking at the river with his hands behind his back.

“Hehe, I wish I had been born 300 years later.” Beside the black-robed old man, a Daoist with a white beard shook his head and sighed ruefully.

The surrounding cultivators were also looking at the lights in the heart of the river, their minds filled with thoughts.

On River Heart Island, Han Muye sat cross-legged while Lin Shen and Lu Gao stood behind him to protect him.

Han Muye closed his eyes and retracted his divine sense into his divine treasure.

At this moment, golden light surged in his divine treasures.

Streaks of the Great Spirit flashed and poured into the qi sea in his dantian.

In his qi sea, the will of the people had already condensed into a dark purple color and was still gathering.

He did not expect that he could not bear to see the Heavenly Crane Region collapse and countless living beings perish. By sending the Heavenly Crane Region into the Fire Source World, he actually gained the flowing qi of the will of the people.

At this moment, it had condensed into a physical form.

As for the improvement of the Great Spirit, it was because of Heavenly Crane Region’s gratitude.

The realm that was about to collapse contained endless resentment. Han Muye resolved it, so this resentment naturally became his Great Spirit’s resource.

No wonder the Central Continent wanted to suppress and guard the mortal world.

The Great Spirit needed resources to upgrade, and the will of the people needed living beings to condense.

After checking the power in the Qi Sea Divine Treasure, the spiritual light in Han Muye’s palm moved slightly, and a jade-colored sword pill appeared.

Yu Chen was the Yu Niang that Daoist Dayan had mentioned.

Unfortunately, the Sword Pill’s memories and the Sword Spirit had fused with Qing Tong, so it had to be nurtured again.

However, without the original sword spirit and memories, Han Muye refined it immediately. It was much faster.

With a soft hum, sword qi poured into Han Muye’s palm, and faint spiritual light surrounded him.

From the looks of it, his cultivation level was only around the Qi Condensation Realm and had just crossed the Essence Cultivation Realm.

“Immortal Han, may I ask you a question?”

When Han Muye opened his eyes, he saw a young man in a white robe with a long sword on his back standing not far ahead. He bowed as he spoke.

Han Muye had seen this disciple of the Fire Spirit Dao Sect in the Heavenly Crane Region, but he did not know his name.

Hearing the young man’s words, Han Muye smiled and nodded. “The name ‘Immortal’ is bestowed by my fellow Daoists. How can I have the ability to be an Immortal?”

Speaking of this, he smiled. “But I’m usually bored in the Sword Pavilion. When the disciples of the sect come to collect swords and seek help with their cultivation problems, I won’t reject them.”

Hearing that he would not refuse, the young man was delighted.

“Only.” Han Muye paused.

The young man’s smile froze, then he heard Han Muye continue, “He’s just asking me a question. I want to collect spiritual rocks.”

Han Muye turned to look and said, “Three medium-grade spiritual rocks, one question.”

Three mid-grade spiritual rocks?

Who on River Heart Island would lack these spiritual rocks?

The young man’s face was filled with joy as he raised his hand and held the three spiritual rocks in his hand.

Han Muye waved his hand. Lu Gao took a step forward, collected the spiritual rocks, and turned to hand them to Han Muye.

Han Muye took a piece and waved his hand. “Same old rules.”

Lu Gao handed a piece to Lin Shen and stuffed a piece into his arms.

Han Muye put away the spiritual rocks and looked up. “Tell me.”

The young man nodded, looked at Han Muye, and said in a low voice, “Immortal Han, you once said that cultivation is to live well for yourself.”

“I want to know that sword cultivators like us hold swords for battle, and the Sword Pavilion’s inheritance is a sword. How can we live for ourselves?”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was silence. Only the sound of waves hitting the shore could be heard.

How to live for oneself.

Han Muye had once said that he lived for himself, but the inheritance of the Sword Pavilion was to seek freedom with one sword. After one sword, he would be a mortal.

This was against his own words.

Thinking about the young man’s words, many people’s expressions turned solemn.

This question seemed simple, but it concerned Han Muye’s own Dao.

If what Han Muye said was inconsistent with what he did, the Great Dao would collapse one day.

At this moment, not only on River Heart Island, but even on the clouds in the sky, many people’s spiritual senses landed around Han Muye.

On the river bank, the eyes of the black-robed old man who had spoken earlier shone brightly as he stared fixedly at the center of the river.

“Cultivation is for oneself. I’ve heard such words many times. It’s not a lie that cultivators cut off their emotional ties.” On the riverbank, a middle-aged man with a long sword on his back had a solemn expression.

“The inheritance of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s Sword Pavilion has always been to sacrifice oneself. I wonder if it’s true that Immortal Han lives for himself?”

If the Sword Pavilion was separated from the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, it would not be a good thing for the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

However, if Han Muye still upheld the inheritance of the Sword Pavilion, he would not be able to live for himself.

If he did not live for himself, he would go against the words of the Great Dao.

At this moment, everyone was waiting for Han Muye to make a choice.

After a moment of silence, Han Muye chuckled. “Before answering this question, I want to ask, why do sword cultivators like us hold swords?”

Why do we hold swords?

For the sake of cultivation, for the sake of being carefree, for the sake of possessing the ability to protect the Dao, for the ability to open up worlds?

Cultivation was cultivation.

Perhaps they had thought about why they held the sword back then, but now, they no longer remembered.

No one answered Han Muye’s question.

Turning to look around, Han Muye shook his head, looked at the river, and said softly, “Tell me the Central Continent story I read in the ancient records.”