Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

736 Returning to the Heaven Mystic Realm, Heaven Realm Lightning Tribulation! (2)

From afar, they could already see long swords stuck on the not-so-tall cliff.

Every sword here was a tombstone.

Seeing these swords, Han Muye’s eyes lit up.

These were the swords of Peak Nascent Soul Realm experts!

Even if it wasn’t a lifelong treasure, it was a sword that was carried at the last moment and filled with cultivation comprehension.

“I’m going to pay my respects to the Sword Dao seniors. Find a place and wait there first.”

He turned around and instructed Zheng Yuan and the others.

Everyone hurriedly bowed and found a quiet place to sit and wait.

Han Muye tidied his clothes and strode forward towards the cliff.

Originally, the sword cultivators sitting or standing in front of him did not care, but as his speed increased and he reached the bottom of the limestone cliff, the surrounding discussions began.

Not everyone could climb up this limestone cliff.

Either his cultivation was high enough or his comprehension of the Sword Dao was high enough.

Or, there was an invitation.

However, Han Muye did not seem to be qualified.

As everyone discussed, Han Muye slowly stepped onto the cliff and stopped in front of the first sword.

A piece of linen cloth in his hand gently pressed down on the sword and wiped it from top to bottom.

In the eyes of outsiders, he looked respectful.

“No wonder he was able to climb up the cliff. It turns out that he is the descendant of Senior Fall Returning.” Someone came to a sudden realization and said softly.

The rules of the Myriad Swords Cliff were there, but they couldn’t stop the descendants from paying their respects, right?

The descendants of these seniors could come and pay their respects once in a hundred years.

This was also an opportunity for those Sword Dao cultivators.

On the cliff, it was easier to comprehend the Dao.

For example, at this moment, Han Muye could sense the numerous Sword Dao around him. As long as he comprehended it with his heart, he could really gain something.

However, he was not interested in such enlightenment.

Comprehension might as well be more direct.

“Buzz!”

Only he could hear the faint sword hum.

A trace of sword qi fused into the sword in his hand, and countless phantoms appeared in his mind.

He Yuan Star’s famous sword sect master, Jin Yousheng.

His lifespan was 21,852 years, and his cultivation was at Out of Body realm level seven.

White Feather Sword Technique.

Phoenix Cry Sword Technique.

The principles of the Cloud Gathering and Scattering Sword Technique.

In Han Muye’s mind, he saw an old man sitting there. At the last moment, he organized everything he had learned and deduced the process of his own comprehension.

When the scene dissipated, Han Muye had comprehended several Sword Dao cultivation methods.

This was a great sword cultivator worthy of respect.

Han Muye bowed, then walked past the sword and walked a few more steps to another sword.

This scene caused an uproar below.

Wasn’t he paying respects to his seniors?

Could it be that this fellow still had two seniors that perished at the Myriad Swords Cliff?

Han Muye didn’t care what others thought. He had already reached out and gently covered the sword with the linen cloth, slowly wiping it.

In a day, he wiped 300 swords.

Even though his mind and soul were extremely powerful, he still felt a little dizzy.

As for the sword cultivators below, they were already at a loss.

Could this person be the person in charge of wiping swords at the Myriad Swords Cliff?

Otherwise, would he have 300 senior sword cultivators who perished here?

If 300 seniors had truly perished at the Myriad Swords Cliff, then he would most likely be the number one junior of the Azure Travel Realm.

When Han Muye walked down the cliff, everyone looked over.

Surprise, envy, jealousy…

Han Muye did not notice and walked forward slowly.

When he was about to reach Zheng Yuan and the others, he stopped in his tracks and slowly turned around.

“Why are you following me?”

Behind him stood a fat young man in a green robe.

Hearing Han Muye’s words, the young man smiled and cupped his hands. “Brother, sell me the secret to getting to the Myriad Swords Cliff.

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“Name your price.”

His cultivation was at the seventh level of the Golden Core Realm, and the jade crown on his head was a supreme-grade spiritual weapon.

The jade locket around his neck and the jade belt around his waist were all magical treasures.

The boots and socks on his feet were all high-grade spiritual weapons.

The long sword on his back was a mid-grade magic treasure that could transform at any time.

This was a treasure trove of the human world…

Seeing Han Muye’s scrutinizing gaze, the young man grinned and said, “My name is Zhao Jike. I’m from the Jinke Star.”

Seeing that Han Muye’s expression did not change, he added, “Jinke Star, Wanhao City.”

Wanhao City on Jinke Star was known as Million Treasures City of the Azure Travel Realm.

Jinke Star was a treasure land with countless spiritual materials for refining swords. Wanhao City was controlled by the Zhao Family.

The Zhao Family’s patriarch was an expert who was about to become a sage in the Sword Dao. With the treasure in his hand, he could fight with a Sword Sage.

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“Can you afford any price?” Han Muye said calmly.

Zhao Jike smiled.

However, this smile only lasted for 10 minutes.

“You, are you crazy? You brought more than a hundred followers?

“I only brought three guards!

“The expenditure for more than a hundred people to watch and listen is 10 billion spiritual rocks…”

Zhao Jike’s eyes widened.

Han Muye had originally asked him to help pay for his follower’s observation and discussion needs, but Zhao Jike didn’t think it was much.

But who would have thought that Han Muye would be so crazy as to bring so many followers!

“You can’t afford it?” Han Muye said calmly.

“Can’t afford it? Even if it’s twice as much, I can afford it. But you can’t treat me like a fool!” Zhao Jike turned around and left.

“Half. Tomorrow, I’ll take you up the cliff to observe the remains of at least 300 seniors.” When Zhao Jike took 10 steps, Han Muye’s voice sounded.

“Deal.”

Zhao Jike turned around with a smile on his face.

From the next day onwards, when Han Muye went up the cliff again, there was a fat man carrying a basket behind him and placing tributes in front of the swords.

“Senior Zhang Yitao from the Clarity Sect, Zhao Jike from Wanhao City have come to pay their respects to you…”