Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

597 Invitation to the Conference (3)

Han Muye told her about Gongsun Shu’s visit today and how they had gone to deliver pills and saw Lin Chongxiao and Daoist Chongyun reincarnated.

These ups and downs made Mu Wan extremely emotional.

She was only an alchemist. Although she had cultivated some spells, she had almost never fought with anyone.

Mu Wan had heard of Lin Chongxiao and his fame.

!!

This was the true cultivation world. Killings were everywhere.

Han Muye also talked about fleecing the scholars and sponsoring the literary conference.

Initially, Mu Wan looked at Han Muye strangely. When Han Muye said that he would replicate the invitation and sell each copy for 3,000 spiritual rocks, her eyes lit up.

“100,000 invites. 3,000 spiritual rocks for each invite. That’s 100,000 multiplied by 3,000…” Mu Wan lowered her head and started counting on her fingers.

When she looked up in surprise, she realized that her senior brother’s eyes were like a wolf’s. He leaned in front of her and slowly lowered his head.

She was at a loss, but she closed her eyes and kissed him.

…

“Senior Brother, Grandmaster Baili invites you to her residence tomorrow.” Mu Wan, who was limp and leaning in Han Muye’s arms, looked up and said in a low voice while panting.

Is this considered meeting a senior? he thought.

Looking at Mu Wan’s plump red lips, Han Muye, whose palms were somewhere, smiled and nodded. “Of course I have to go. I wonder if this Grandmaster Baili will give her nephew-in-law a big red packet if I go?”

Hearing his words, Mu Wan blushed and reached out to push him away. She covered her messy clothes and entered her room, closing the door tightly.

Han Muye stood where he was and looked at the closed door with a smile.

Today, he had a deep understanding.

The difficulties of Bi Wuhe’s family represented the vast majority of cultivators in the world.

They were in the Imperial City, but they had not integrated into the Imperial City.

Most of the 30,000 people in the Imperial City were probably like this.

It was the same for cultivators.

They were guests, but their hearts were uneasy.

Wanting some peace was easier said than done.

The struggle of Bi Wuhe’s family represented the vast majority of casual cultivators and low-level cultivators.

Their fates were completely out of their control.

That was why the Cultivation practitioners sincerely believed in the saying that opportunities could change one’s fate.

It was not that they did not know that opportunities were elusive, but if they did not seek opportunities, they would not see any hope at all.

Perhaps the opportunity that was spread around in the cultivation world was really set up by those large sects to stabilize their rule.

After leaving Bi Wuhe’s house to see Chen Ru, Han Muye had a sudden thought.

After talking to Chen Ru, he had the idea of sponsoring the literary conference.

He didn’t know what the outcome of this would be.

However, he knew that the Heavenly Mystic Confucianism was like a pool of stagnant water. The hierarchy was strict and there was too little vitality.

From the books he read, it had been more than a thousand years since he last saw a masterpiece.

This was not a good thing.

Shaking his head gently, Han Muye wondered if Wen Mosheng would thank him or hate him for what he had done.

Who cares?

The literary conference and Bi Wuhe’s family were considered matters in the cultivation world, and the insights they gave Han Muye were different from the insights from Cuicui and the others.

When they were having dinner at night, Shao Datian was busy with everything. Cuicui’s heart ached for him, so she took the time to feed him some hot food. This scene was extremely heartwarming.

This pitifully weak couple tried their best to build their happiness.

If they were to rely on themselves in the future, it would be impossible for them to have good karma.

Karma.

There was an indescribable aura surging around Han Muye.

This was karma.

Every ounce of power involved the Great Dao of the world. Where did the power of the Great Dao come from?

Everything would be affected by karma.

The karma on Han Muye came from the Nine Mystic Mountain, the Sword Pavilion, the Western Frontier, everyone he came into contact with, every Heavenly Dao, and every living being.

No wonder those great cultivators wanted to cut off all ties.

After cultivating to the Dao merge, mysteriously and inexorably, one would be bound by the power of karma.

Without understanding karma, one would never be able to transcend.

Perhaps Wen Mosheng was the same?

“Creak—”

Mu Wan’s door opened a crack.

“Senior Brother, you can’t sleep?

“Then, shall I play with you again?”

...

Han Muye grinned and rushed into the room.

A moment later, he ran out in a sorry state.

“Senior Brother, you can’t blame me for this. You’re the one who can’t…” A voice sounded from behind.

—-

The sun had just risen. The golden Great Spirit and spiritual light intertwined and enveloped the Imperial City.

In the small courtyard, Bi Wuhe led Bi Yun and Bi Chong to brandish their short swords.

The small swords in their hands were unopened, and the sword light was dim.

Jin Yunmei watched from the side with a smile on her face.

Bi Yun and Bi Chong had consumed the Bright Sword Pills, and there was sword intent lingering in their bodies.

Even though the Sword Intent was in their Dantian and wasn’t visible at all, from the strength and angle in which they swung their swords, it was obvious that their comprehension of the Sword Dao had become much more profound.

This was the improvement of their cultivation talent.

...

At this moment, his two extraordinary children were even more talented in the Sword Dao.

“Haha, this strike is not bad. It’s quite imposing.

“Eh, you spun your sword in one go. You’re really enlightened.”

Bi Wuhe’s voice was filled with joy.

After finishing a set of sword techniques, the three of them put away their swords.

“Alright, Uncle-Master said that the Bi family’s two children are talented in the Sword Dao. Looking at it now, it’s indeed rare.

“They are qualified to join our Gathering Sword Sect.”

A loud shout came from the entrance of the small courtyard. Two middle-aged men in green robes walked over slowly.

People from the Gathering Sword Sect.

Bi Wuhe and Jin Yunmei’s expressions changed slightly as they looked at each other.

If it was yesterday, they would have welcomed them.

But now, they were nervous.

“I am Ke Zhenyue, and this is my junior brother, Du Hai. We are both deacons of the Gathering Sword Sect.

“Uncle-Master Wu Ling said that your children’s cultivation talent is not bad, so Junior Brother Du Hai and I came to take them in as disciples.”

Glancing at the low eaves, Ke Zhenyue said with an arrogant expression, “Pack up and hand them over to us.

“They don’t need to bring anything other than this set of clothes.

“You can visit them in the sect once after three years.

“Of course, life and death are up to fate when it comes to cultivation. If they don’t survive the few entrance trials, they can only blame their bad luck.”

Ke Zhenyue said coldly with his hands behind his back.

With that, his gaze fell on the two children. He turned around and chuckled. “Junior Brother, pick one first.”