Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 201: Tu Sunshi’s Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Although Tu Sunshi’s combat strength was powerful, it was not to the extent that he could inflict injuries on people of the same level.

His sword light was suppressed by the demonic light. The sword light swept across, shattering the arrows and killing the water dragon. Then he retreated from the battle and faced the five Heaven Realm demons with a solemn expression.

He was a rare Sword Dao expert in the world to be able to fight one against five without losing.

But no one knew how long this invincibility would last.

The next thrust of the sword?

Or the one after next?

If Tu Sunshi was defeated, the Western Frontier would lose everything.

Those half-step Heaven Realm cultivators also knew that when they joined forces to charge into the battle, they were blocked by more half-step Heaven Realm demons.

The strength of the demons in the Southern Wasteland was indeed much stronger than that of the Western Frontier.

Han Muye stood on the cliff, took a deep breath, and gently raised his hand. The Destiny and Purple Flame swords landed in his palms.

The two swords crossed, and a sword light rose from Han Muye’s body.

The sword light was so powerful that the abundant sword Qi at the foot of the mountain was not able to blot it out.

“Han Muye!”

“Senior Brother Han is about to attack!”

On the battlefield, countless low cries sounded.

Han Muye had only fought once since he came to Cloud Nest Ridge.

In that battle, he held two swords in his hands and formed the Cloud Nest Ridge battle line without taking a step back.

No one knew that Han Muye’s sword had slashed through the Heaven Realm.

“Hum—”

The sword vibrated.

First, a sword.

Then came countless swords.

In the sky above the battlefield, Tu Sunshi turned to look at Han Muye and whispered, “This brat is really…”

Really what?

No one knew how much Tu Sunshi’s heart ached.

He had given the soul sword Qi that he had condensed for countless years to Han Muye because he thought that he would make good use of it.

But how long had it been nourishing?

This kid was about to use up the soul sword Qi.

Soul Sword Qi!

A sword light floated above Han Muye’s head.

The sword light condensed into a thousand-foot-long sword. The blade was slightly illusory, and the patterns on it were ancient.

The Sword of the Soul that Tu Sunshi had given him.

If Han Muye nurtured this sword and turned it into his soul sword, it would take a long time.

At this moment, Han Muye chose to directly consume the sword Qi.

Because there was a small green sword in his divine treasure!

For the time being, his soul power was only enough to nourish one soul sword. Any more would be a burden.

If not now, when?

Han Muye placed one hand behind his back and floated in midair, sword lotuses blooming with every step.

“Senior Tu Sunshi, we worked well last time. Why don’t we have another match today?”

Han Muye walked forward and shouted.

Almost everyone on the entire battlefield looked at Han Muye.

What does he want??they wondered.

Could a small cultivator go to the battlefield of a Heaven Realm expert?

Lunatic.

Hearing Han Muye’s shout, Tu Sunshi’s eyes flashed.

Worked well?

This kid is reminding me that I’m still short of 20% of the profits from plundering the Yuntai Dao Sect.

Is he afraid that if I die in battle today, the debt will be gone?

Looking at the sword light above Han Muye’s head, Tu Sunshi’s fighting spirit surged.

Last time, when he worked with Han Muye, he killed a Heaven Realm demon with one strike.

Today, he was without his Sword of the Soul, and Han Muye’s Sword of the Soul might pale in comparison.

There’s not much difference!

“Haha, kid, let’s work together again!”

Tu Sunshi flew up and raised his hand. The Sword of the Soul above Han Muye’s head flew out and landed in his palm.

Han Muye stood in the air, divine light surging from his body as he activated the Sword of the Soul to cooperate with Tu Sunshi.

“Boom—”

The Sword of the Soul slashed down. The endless pressure instantly absorbed the spiritual energy and soul power that scattered in a radius of 50 miles, condensed into a black sword, and ruthlessly smashed into the newly condensed water dragon.

The water dragon roared in pain. Its body shattered and converged into a thin old man in a green robe in the distance.

The old man grimaced in pain.

Tu Sunshi laughed loudly and raised his hand to slash at the old man again. “Fellow Daoist Yu Fan, today, I’ll help you transform into a dragon and ascend to immortality!”

Seeing the sword light attack, fear flashed in the eyes of the green-robed old man, Patriarch Yu Fan. He moved and retreated.

Tu Sunshi laughed and refused to let go. He slashed again.

“F*ck, Tu Sunshi, you old thing, you’re catching me, right?” Patriarch Yu Fan gritted his teeth and kept retreating.

He dared not receive the sword slashes.

The other four Heaven Realm experts looked at each other and took a step forward. Demonic light condensed.

Tu Sunshi shouted, “Good timing—”

He swept his sword and forced the four demons away, then turned around and landed beside Han Muye.

“Kid, is that Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords useful?”

Han Muye turned to look at him and chuckled. “Do you want to learn it?”

Tu Sunshi nodded with a solemn expression. “This Sword of the Soul is still a little weak. Neither of us can withstand such a battle.”

The Sword of the Soul consumed Han Muye’s soul, and controlling this sword also consumed Tu Sunshi’s sword Qi cultivation.

If he did not kill the five Heaven Realm experts on the other side, he would definitely lose today.

Their auras filled the sky and rolled over.

Below, everyone looked up at the two figures standing side by side.

Could the number one sword cultivator in the Western Frontier, Tu Sunshi, block five Heaven Realm experts today?

“Okay.”

At this moment, Han Muye, who was standing beside Tu Sunshi, took a step forward and shouted.

“I have a sword called Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords. It was created by the number one outer sect disciple of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, Mo Yuan.

“It took Mo Yuan 200 years to condense thousands of sword techniques into this sword.”

“This sword doesn’t care about comprehension aptitude. You only need to have a sword in your heart.”

On Han Muye’s body, the suppressed sword light solidified, and golden sword lotuses bloomed around him.

With one hand behind his back, he slowly extended his other hand and pointed his sword.

“Master Mo once said that with this sword, he will open a path for ordinary sword cultivators in the world.

“Today, I, Han Muye, will teach on behalf of my master. This sword technique can be learned by all sword cultivators in the world.”

“Everyone, watch carefully—”

Countless cultivators looked up. Han Muye, who was standing in midair, pointed his arm forward like a sword!

“10,000, Swords, Return, Ancestral.”

Countless sword lotuses exploded, and every petal turned into a phantom.

Every phantom practiced a sword technique.

Every sword technique condensed into one move.

He stabbed out.

One strike.

10 swords.

100 swords.

1,000 swords.

10,000 Swords!

The 10,000 sword stabbing was to return to the sect!

The sword lotus dissipated.

Han Muye stood with his hands behind his back and said indifferently, “Senior, have you learned it?”

Tu Sunshi nodded and bowed. “For bestowing the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords Technique to me, you should receive a bow.”

After saying that, he straightened his body and took a step forward. He looked at the rolling demonic clouds in front of him, his eyes blooming with endless light.

“I, Tu Sunshi, am known as the number one sword cultivator in the Western Frontier. With my heart of the sword as the Nascent Soul, I think I’m invincible.

“Today, I learned that I have limited outlook and experience.”

A small green sword appeared above Tu Sunshi’s head.

This sword condensed sword momentum and soul. As soon as it appeared, it suppressed the spiritual energy and sword Qi on the entire battlefield.

“Fellow Daoists of the Southern Wasteland, I have just learned the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords from Master Han. Please test your swords.”

With that, sword light rose.

Within a radius of 500 miles, all the swords trembled and flew into the air. They attached to the soul sword and condensed into a sword.

This sword covered the sky.

Han Muye’s expression changed. He took out two Purple Jade Pills and crushed them in his palm, causing all the medicinal power to instantly erupt.

He would go crazy just this once!

The Purple Jade Pill in his divine treasure also shattered with a bang. All the medicinal strength transformed into soul power, activating the sword of the soul to cooperate with Tu Sunshi.

“Senior, I can last 10 breaths.” Han Muye lowered his voice.

“10 breaths?”

Tu Sunshi laughed loudly and stabbed out with his sword.

“Three breaths is enough!”

He stabbed out with his sword. Tu Sunshi shouted, “10,000, Swords, Return, Ancestral—”

The small green sword above his head exploded, and a figure appeared.

This figure was only three feet tall and looked similar to Tu Sunshi. He held a sword in his hand and staggered awkwardly as he slowly stabbed out.

After stabbing out, his figure dissipated and reappeared. He was already a five or six-year-old child.

He stabbed forward with his sword, the sword light shining bright.

The shadow transformed again. The 13- or 14-year-old adolescent thrusted his sword.

17- or 18-year-old adolescent.

20-year-old youth.

30 years old. With his green robe and long sword, he was unhindered throughout the land.

40. With a wave of his sword, no one could defeat him.

100 years old. He threw out a long sword, and casually pointed it as a sword.

200 years old. He frolicked in the mortal world, teaching children to wield swords using bamboo.

300 years old. He mingled with itinerant cultivators and competed with the martial world.

400 years old.

500 years old.

1,000 years old!

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

10,000, Swords, Return, Ancestral.