Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

uan’s eyes revealed an unconcealable heroic spirit.

Driving the carriage back to the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, Han Muye sped up.

In only half a day, he had traveled more than two hundred miles.

Unfortunately, the treasures that the Three Qin Sword Sect and the Great Spiritual Sword Sect were looking for were nowhere to be found.

According to the bride Miss Sun, it was a black sheathed sword, one of the Sun family’s dowries.

There was something fishy about this matter, but Han Muye was unwilling to interfere.

Mo Yuan was living in seclusion in Qingmu Town.
With him around, the Mo family would naturally be safe.

At sunset, he lit a bonfire in the lee of the mountain ridge, then placed the rations he had brought over the fire and slowly roasted them.

Sitting in front of the fire, Han Muye took out a jade bottle.

This was the jade bottle that contained the lifespan-increasing pill.

One pill could increase one’s lifespan by one year.

According to Elder Su Liang and the female cultivator Jin Yuan’s estimation, Han Muye should be reaching the end of his lifespan.

But now, not only did Han Muye not feel that his lifespan was exhausted, his body also felt much lighter.

“It seems that dispersing the two sword intents can indeed relieve the damage to my lifespan.”

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Han Muye muttered to himself, his eyes bright.

That day, he first used one sword intent to activate the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords and gave the other sword intent to Mo Yuan.

At this moment, two sword intents were missing from his sea of Qi, and his lifespan had recovered a little.

“Eh, I can actually find hot food in the wilderness.
Not bad.” Suddenly, a voice sounded, and Han Muye put away the jade bottle in his hand.

Turning around, a middle-aged swordsman in green robes with a short beard under his chin and bright eyes strode over.

The swordsman sat in front of Han Muye and reached out to take down the steamed bun on the fire.

“Hoo-hoo—it’s hot.”

After stuffing the bun into his mouth, the swordsman looked up at Han Muye.

“Do you have wine?”

Han Muye shook his head.

“Go, find a place and get some wine.” The middle-aged swordsman waved his hand and said casually.

Han Muye sat where he was and didn’t move.

“Kid, didn’t you hear me?” Seeing that Han Muye didn’t move, the middle-aged swordsman glared at him and shouted, “Do you want to die?”

Han Muye’s expression didn’t change.
He said calmly, “If I go get some wine, you won’t kill me?”

“You hid under the carriage all the way from Qingmu Town.
Didn’t you follow me for two hundred miles just to kill me?”

The middle-aged swordsman’s expression changed drastically.
He moved and took a few steps back, staring at Han Muye.

“Good kid, no wonder that old monster protected you in Qingmu Town.
You’re really something.”

He sneered and placed his hand on the hilt of his sword.
“Then I’ll let you die in peace.
I’m from the Great Spiritual Sword Sect, Qin—”

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Before he could finish, Han Muye stood up and pointed forward.
“Qin Yuanhe, Zhou Yan treats you as a brother.
Why did you kill him?”

Qin Yuanhe.

This person was Qin Yuanhe from the Great Spiritual Sword Sect!

“Bullsh*t, why would I kill Zhou Yan—” Qin Yuanhe’s face revealed anger, and the sword in his hand was unsheathed with a clang.

However, although he was fast, Han Muye was even faster!

“Whew—”

The bonfire between the two of them suddenly burst into flames, and a dark red sword Qi burst out!

On Han Muye’s body, two green and red sword lights were revealed.
Then, with invincible sword intent, they directly charged towards Qin Yuanhe.

“Two sword intents!”

“How is that possible!”

Qin Yuanhe widened his eyes and used all his strength to block the green sword intent.
Another fiery red sword intent exploded and turned into countless sword Qi that enveloped him.

“Scatter—”

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Qin Yuanhe roared and the sword light on his sword transformed into thousands of sword Qi that collided with the green and red sword Qi in front of him.

However, no matter how powerful his sword intent was, it could not withstand the rampage of the two sword intents.
In just a few breaths, his body was already covered in wounds from the fiery red sword Qi.

“Slaughter—”

Qin Yuanhe raised his sword and slashed at the green sword intent in front of him.
Then, he used the energy from the rebound to move back 100 feet.

“Clang—”

The longsword that flew into the air fell to the ground.

The green and red swords hovered above the fire, circling gently.