Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 233: Noble Sword, Great Spirit (3)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

At this moment, the old man was stunned. From a distance, his gaze fixed on Han Muye.

After Han Muye and Liu Hong walked past the corner of the street, the old man gritted his teeth and stood up. He didn’t even want the stall anymore and strode after them.

Han Muye chuckled as he led Liu Hong out of the town.

“Fellow Daoist. Fellow Daoist.”

At the entrance of the old mountain town, the old man shouted from behind and rushed forward to block Han Muye’s path.

This made many people look over curiously.

Han Muye stopped and said indifferently, “Why? You don’t want to sell this sword anymore?”

Hearing his words, the old man shook his head and said, “Sell. I’ll sell this sword.”

Then he stared at Han Muye and lowered his voice. “Fellow Daoist, what do you mean by the Confucian Dao inheritance?”

Han Muye laughed and said, “Didn’t you say that you nurtured this sword?

“How can you not know that there’s Great Spirit in this sword?”

The old man’s expression changed. Then he sighed softly and cupped his hands. “Fellow Daoist, this sword was not nurtured by me.

“But don’t worry, the owner of this sword asked me to sell it.”

Han Muye nodded.

The old man wasn’t lying.

The aura of the owner of this sword was still there, but the sword did not resist the sword Qi that he wanted to inject into it.

The owner of this sword was from the Central Continent and was a Confucian cultivator.

“Let’s go. Take us to see the owner of this sword.”

Han Muye spoke.

The old man’s face stiffened. After a moment of silence, he whispered, “This, he doesn’t have any feud with you, right?”

Han Muye shook his head and said, “I’ve never even seen him. How can there be hatred?”

The old man scratched his head and led Han Muye and Liu Hong into the town.

“I was the one who saved Fellow Daoist Kong under the cliff of Lugu Ridge.

“At the time, he was seriously injured and barely alive.”

The old man named Zhang Suotu introduced himself as he walked.

According to him, the sword was handed to him by the person he had saved.

This person was seriously injured and his cultivation was crippled. That was why he sold the sword.

They followed Zhang Suoto through a few alleys and entered a small courtyard.

The small courtyard was not big, but it was quiet.

In the courtyard filled with wisteria, a green-robed man his forties was sitting in a black wheelchair and sunbathing.

Han Muye and the others walked into the small courtyard. The middle-aged man opened his eyes and saw Han Muye holding the sword in his hand. His expression did not change at all.

“Fellow Daoist Kong, these two want to see you,” Zhang Suotu said to the middle-aged man, then shrank back and quietly left the courtyard.

Han Muye’s gaze landed on the middle-aged man’s lap.

“Hehe, Fellow Daoists, it’s really inconvenient for me to move. Excuse me for being rude.” The middle-aged man cupped his hands and smiled.

Han Muye nodded and reached up to remove his mask.

Liu Hong also removed his mask.

The middle-aged man was stunned by their young faces.

Han Muye sat on a stone bench not far from the middle-aged man and placed his sword on the table. Then he looked at the middle-aged man and said, “I’m curious how you got this sword from the Central Continent to the Western Frontier.”

His hand gently clasped the hilt of his sword, and sword Qi slowly circulated.

If he bought this sword, it would be his.

He had already seen the memories in the sword.

What he was curious about now was that it was said that Confucian cultivators had pure hearts. He wanted to know if the person in front of him would lie in front of him.

Hearing Han Muye’s words, the middle-aged man’s expression changed. He stared at Han Muye, pondered for a moment, and said in a low voice, “I didn’t expect that there was someone in the Western Frontier who could recognize the Great Spirit.”

Han Muye smiled at him.

“I’m Kong Chaode. I’m indeed from the Central Continent.

“I was originally a secretary in Heze County, Nanyuan Province in Central Continent. I have cultivated Confucianism for 30 years.”

As the middle-aged man spoke, his aura slowly changed.

Standing behind Han Muye, Liu Hong felt an indescribable sense of authority from him.

This made him feel that there was nowhere to hide the darkness in his heart. It was as if he had to tell Han Muye everything about spending a few nights at the foot of the mountain.

“Ahem.” Han Muye coughed lightly, making Liu Hong tremble.

He blushed and looked down quickly.

Han Muye’s voice sounded. “The Confucian Dao in the Central Continent is most benevolent and righteous. Those who can cultivate the Confucian Dao are all gentlemen.”

Wen placed his hand on the sword in front of him and said softly, “I’m more curious as to why you’re willing to sell this Noble Sword.”

Noble Sword.

Nourished by his own Great Spirit, the sword Qi was the Great Spirit.

People nurtured swords with Confucian knowledge, and swords nurtured people with gentlemanly intents.

This sword was considered a Confucian treasure.

However, it was relatively low-level.

Hearing Han Muye’s words, Kong Chaode shook his head and sighed. “I don’t have long to live. It’s difficult to repay Fellow Daoist Zhang for saving my life. Only this sword is worth some spiritual rocks.”

Hearing his words, Han Muye laughed, took his hand off the sword, and stood up. “Kong Wenshu, I won’t help you unless you tell me the truth.

“In the eyes of those who don’t know the Great Spirit, even one spiritual rock is expensive.

“You’re selling this sword to attract someone who understands this sword.”

Han Muye’s words made Kong Chaode sit up straight, and his expression turned solemn.

He cupped his hands and said in a low voice, “Fellow Daoist, you indeed recognize the Great Spirit. You must have a way to connect with the Central Continent.

“Please help me send a message to the Mystic Sun Guards. Tell them that the commander of the Southern Garrison, Qian Yiming, is using public resources for private use. On the surface, he’s attacking the Southern Wasteland, but in reality, he’s trying to seize the Southern Wasteland’s Ten Thousand Demon Mystic Realm.”

I’ve finally said this,?Han Muye thought to himself.

He had already seen the memories of this matter in the sword.

As the official of Heze County, Kong Chaode had come into contact with Qian Yiming because he was handling the logistics of the Mystic Sun Guards and the Red Flame Army.

Unintentionally, he knew that Qian Yiming was conquering the Southern Wasteland for the sake of the Ten Thousand Demon Mystic Realm.

However, before Kong Chaode could report these things, he was chased by Qian Yiming’s subordinates.

Fortunately, the Kong family of Heze County was an influential family and had connections in the Imperial City.

With the help of his clansmen, Kong Chaode fled.

However, Qian Yiming was also ruthless enough to create the illusion that the demonic beasts were attacking the Central Continent. He slaughtered the Kong family and even cut off Kong Chaode’s path to the Imperial City, causing him to have no choice but to turn to the Southern Wasteland.

Kong Chaode crossed the Southern Wasteland and was chased by the experts of the Red Flame Army. With demonic beasts tracking him, he escaped to the Western Frontier after the battle at Cloud Nest Ridge.

However, he was severely injured at Cloud Nest Ridge.

“Fellow Daoist, please help me tell him that Qian Yiming knows some secrets in the Ten Thousand Demon Mystic Realm.

“Unfortunately, I have no way of knowing.”

Kong Chaode cupped his hands at Han Muye, then held a jade slip in his palm.

Looking at the jade slip, Han Muye shook his head and said, “Secretary Kong, I can’t help you with this.”

“You don’t know that Qian Yiming and Butcher Lu have an agreement. For a hundred years, Minister Wen won’t interfere in their matters.”

Minister Wen will not interfere?

Kong Chaode’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open. His face was blank, then filled with endless sorrow.

“In that case, I won’t have a chance to avenge the massacre of my Kong family?”

Han Muye nodded, then shook his head and leaned down gently. “You can choose to live well. Perhaps you can wait for an opportunity.

“I’m interested in your talent for circulating a county’s rations and dispatching the logistics of 30,000 troops.”

Kong Chaode looked up at Han Muye.

“Who—who the hell are you?”