Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion



The spear failed to reach Han Muye.

Because Han Muye flicked his wrist, his long sword struck again, targeting the weak point where the long spear's enchantment was fractured, directly breaking the top-notch treasure that had already touched the edge of becoming a divine artifact.

Sword shattering divine artifact!

From beginning to end, the clash didn't last a breath, and a powerful Blood Battle Sect Heaven Immortal expert's spear was broken!

Jia Lintao gritted his teeth and took a step back. He held the broken spear and stared at Han Muye.

Not far away, the burly man from the Iron Armor War Sect had an extremely solemn expression, and his fighting spirit surged.

"Weak." Han Muye shook his head, took a step forward, and suddenly swept the sword in his hand.

Jia Lintao threw the broken spear in his hand at Han Muye's head, then moved and took a step back. He landed on a black spatial crack and disappeared.

Han Muye slowly sheathed his sword, looking disappointed.

ραndαsΝοvεl ƈοm He thought that he was an expert from the Blood Battle Sect, but he didn't expect him to be a Heaven Immortal from the Blood Battle Sect who didn't have much fighting spirit left.

The strength of Blood Battle Sect experts lay in being undefeated, in facing the challenges and emerging stronger each time, in the surge of battle intent before every fight.

Jia Lintao was not like that.

Just like the Three Streams Sword Immortal Huang Huan, this guy also lacked the will to fight and the determination to risk his life.

Han Muye wanted to challenge the true strength of the Blood Battle Sect.

He turned around and looked at the burly man from the Iron Armor War School who was slowly standing up.

"Let's fight."

The burly man cupped his hands at Han Muye and advanced shouted, "Iron Armor Battle School's Wu Changhe."

Han Muye looked at Wu Changhe, who had signed up. "You know that I want to fight you?"

Wu Changhe punched out and said loudly, "The sword maniac I've encountered is not the only one."

These words made Han Muye laugh. He retracted the sword in his hand, and then a thick-backed sword condensed in his hands.

On his body, the aura of an ancient primordial divine beast condensed, and the Kui phantom turned into a faint halo.

"Ho—"

The huge sword in his hands slashed down fiercely.

"Boom!"

A sword strike that was like a collapsing mountain directly sent Wu Changhe's body flying.

The purple leopard lying on the ground flew up and rushed towards Han Muye.

"No!"

Wu Changhe exclaimed.

Han Muye raised the sword in his hand, turned it upside down, and slammed the sword spine down on the head of the purple leopard, pressing it down.

This sword was unexpectedly heavy, pressing down on the purple leopard, preventing it from getting up despite its struggles.

"You, don't hurt it."

Wu Changhe looked at Han Muye with a hint of nervousness.

Han Muye slowly sheathed his sword and looked at Wu Changhe. "You and this purple leopard are both injured. There's no point in fighting you."

The sword in his hand dissipated, and Han Muye turned to walk back.

To him, it was fine as long as he personally experienced the methods of the experts from the Blood Battle Sect and the Iron Armor War Sect.

When he had the time, he would carefully analyze these two moves and should gain some insights.

"Wait a minute." At this moment, Wu Changhe suddenly spoke.

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A trace of reluctance appeared on Wu Changhe's face, then he said, "Your cultivation and combat power are stronger than mine, and you also possess the bloodline power of the demon race."

After a pause, he looked at Han Muye. "You still have the power of the demon bloodline."

Han Muye looked at him but remained silent.

"I… I want to entrust Ziye to you."

Ziye.

The purple leopard lying on the ground raised its head, its lively eyes filled with unwillingness and reluctance.

"Ziye, you're about to have children of your own. It's not safe in the Wasteland.

"I, you know what will happen if you bring the children back to the sect."

Wu Changhe clenched his fists and looked at the purple leopard as he spoke in a low voice.

He raised his head and said softly, "I want you to take you to the Bitter Immortal Realm."

The Bitter Immortal Realm?

Han Muye understood that Wu Changhe regarded him as a great demon of the Bitter Immortal Realm.

And rightfully so, with his bloodline power of the demon race, appearing on the edge of the Bitter Immortal Realm, what else could he be if not a great demon?

"Woo—"

A hint of pain came from the purple leopard's low whimper.

Han Muye looked over and shook his head. "Let's wait until it gives birth."

Finishing his words, he raised his hand and tossed a faint golden pill.

The pill dissolved immediately, enveloping the purple leopard.

"Do you know how to deliver babies?" Han Muye looked at Wu Changhe.

Wu Changhe's face stiffened.

Han Muye shook his head. "Neither do I."

"Well, I did have one or two experiences back then…" Zhao Pingyu, who had flown down, said with a smile.

…

Half a day later, in a low cave under a hill about a hundred miles away, Golden Fire was covered in flames, serving as a campfire.

With curiosity, it kept sizing up the three little purple leopards suckling in the arms of the one named Ziye.

However, Ziye had half-closed eyes, a hint of weariness in them, and a trace of vigilance, seemingly afraid that Golden Fire would get too close and harm her and her cubs.

Not far away, Han Muye, Wu Changhe, and Zhao Pingyu sat opposite each other.

Wu Changhe held a wine gourd in his hand, took a big gulp, and a blush spread across his face.

"I know that we, as cultivators, should base our strength on our own abilities, especially those of us from the Iron Armor War Sect, who despise those who rely on external forces for cultivation.

"I never intended to use Ziye's power to cultivate.

"We met in a major battle all those years ago. At that time, she spared my heavily wounded self, fought by my side, and helped me break through the encirclement."

Perhaps everyone who cultivated the Body Dao was the same. Wu Changhe did not hide anything from Han Muye and told him about how he got to know Ziye and how they cultivated together.

Thanks to Ziye's help, his combat strength had improved significantly.

With his help, Ziye would also have enough resources for cultivation.

"You know, originally, I was supposed to accompany Ziye back to her clan."

After taking a sip of wine, Wu Changhe shook his head.

Ziye had returned to her tribe once, only to come back decades later, heavily wounded, and pregnant with cubs.

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