Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

729 Sixth Level of the Sword Pavilion, Spiritual Treasure

All along, Han Muye had been curious about the Upper Three Heavens in the Immortal Source World.

He had always wanted to explore the secrets of a place that even great Dao Ancestors yearned for.

This time, he finally got what he wanted.

In the nine-story Sword Pavilion, he could see through time and space at a glance.

In the end, it did not disappoint him.

He chuckled and looked down at the long sword in front of him.

At this moment, the sword was already shining brightly.

Outsiders thought that the Sword Dao Trial was to find a sword from the first floor of the Sword Pavilion, grow it to its fullest potential, and earn the recognition of the sword owner to become the inheritor.

Actually, they were all wrong.

It was not to obtain the recognition of the sword owner, but to obtain the recognition of the Sword Pavilion and the swords here.

These swords were indeed ordinary on the first floor, but on the second floor, after spirituality was injected, they would be compatible with the Sword Pavilion’s Hidden Swords.

However, many people didn’t know that the real test of the sword path would start at the third level of the sword pavilion, where the sword they found would become one of the swords stored in the pavilion.

The trial-takers needed to get used to this sword and help it establish its dominance in the Sword Pavilion so that it could become the master of the Sword Pavilion.

The Sword Pavilion had its own consciousness after its master died. These swords were all fighting to be the leader of the Sword Pavilion.

How could a Sword Pavilion that hid many magic treasures and swords wait alone for outsiders to become its master?

Wrong direction.

Therefore, no one had been able to become the master of this Sword Pavilion for so many years.

This was because they treated their peers as their opponents and treated everything in the Sword Pavilion as a trial for them to improve.

In fact, their real enemy was the swords that had long had a mind of their own in the Sword Pavilion!

“Buzz!”

The sword in his hand vibrated as if it was about to fly away.

Han Muye chuckled. His sword intent collided with the sword, making it wail.

In just a moment, the sword turned into a snow-white puppy that obediently ran around Han Muye’s feet.

Very obedient.

Han Muye stood up and looked ahead.

In the forest, there were many thatched cottages and continuous streets.

The sword cultivators who landed on this level had already searched for the living beings here with ease. Then they talked to them and obtained their approval.

As long as they obtained the recognition of the living beings here, they could successfully pass this round and enter the next level.

Han Muye walked quietly and heard many strategies for passing the Sword Pavilion trial.

As long as the living beings on this level acknowledged him, the sword cultivator could bring his sword to the fourth level of the Sword Pavilion.

Entering the fourth level was the beginning of a massacre.

In the first three levels of the Sword Pavilion, sword cultivators basically did not fight.

As he walked around the straw hut in the village, Han Muye saw many interesting things.

Some people helped the white-haired old man find the missing goat, some carried the old lady across the river, and some bought groceries for the widow…

Many people went to town to look for rich families and received various missions.

Those who completed the mission would be covered in spiritual light and disappear.

At this moment, a little white dog was walking in front of Han Muye, as if it was also completing a mission.

Many people turned to look at him. Some had fear in their eyes, some were curious, and some were smiling.

As the little white dog wandered around, Han Muye realized that be it the old man in the thatched hut in the forest or the chickens and ducks, they were all extremely afraid of the little white dog.

Only in the town, the first person who was not afraid of the small white dog was the butcher at the town gate.

Then they continued on their way. The chivalrous men in town, the burly men in bailiff uniforms, and the rich families were not afraid of the little white dog. Instead, they sized it up with interest.

Han Muye did not chat with anyone like others. Instead, he slowly searched the town.

For seven consecutive days, he had come into contact with almost everyone.

Not right.

There was still one person he had not come into contact with.

The mayor of the town.

During these seven days, most of the sword cultivators had already left the town.

Moreover, according to Han Muye’s observation, if he did not complete the mission in seven days, he would fail the trial and be kicked out of the Sword Pavilion.

Many sword cultivators who had reached this level before him would be kicked out of the Sword Pavilion in frustration when they could not complete the mission.

On the eighth day after arriving on this level, which was the last two hours of the seven days,

Han Muye stopped the mayor in a green robe and a gauze hat in the small official hall at the entrance of the town.

Seeing Han Muye, the mayor smiled lightly and his gaze landed on the little white dog cowering in front of his feet.

“Are you here to ask me for help?”

The mayor pointed at the bailiff standing at the side and said calmly, “If there’s anything, you can look for Zhang Cheng.”

Officer Zhang Cheng crossed his arms and glanced at Han Muye. “Tell me, what’s the matter? I can give you an easy mission.”

“How about this? Help me buy a pig from the village.”

It took a long time to travel from the town to the mountain village. In addition, he had bought the pigs. If he could not find Zhang Cheng, he would not be able to complete this mission.

At that time, two hours would have passed.

Zhang Cheng took out a money bag and looked at Han Muye. “You have to leave this little white dog behind.”

Han Muye nodded and bent down to hug the little white dog with one hand and take the money bag with the other.

The bailiff Zhang Cheng looked happy and reached out to take the little white dog.

Han Muye reached out and pushed. The little white dog bumped into Zhang Cheng, making him take a step back and hit the mayor with his back.

Then the little white dog turned into a long sword and pierced through Zhang Cheng’s chest, piercing him and the mayor behind him at the same time.

The sword light pierced through, and the two of them gurgled before dissipating.

“Boom!”

The entire third level of the Sword Pavilion shook as endless lightning descended.

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