Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion



But these peaceful days were forcefully interrupted by the bandits outside.

Countless spiritual herbs were plundered, and numerous alchemists were taken hostage.

Why couldn't there be a place in the world where alchemy cultivators could cultivate peacefully?

"Self-destructing pills…" murmured an old man with white hair, shaking his head. "Such methods are useless against true strong individuals.

"Pills are no match for the devastating power of talismans."

If they truly possessed great destructive power, why wouldn't they self-destruct their pills?

The hundred-foot-long silhouette outside cannot be dealt with through pill self-destruction alone.

"Grand Masters, even if we have to self-destruct all our pills and alchemy furnaces, we must fight." Mu Wan shouted loudly, turning to the other alchemy disciples in the square.

"Senior Brothers and Sisters, are you willing?"

Willing to be kidnapped?

Willing to be killed?

No one was willing to accept this!

A suppressed force gathered together.

In Mu Wan's hand, pills appeared one by one.

She leaped into the air and looked at the cultivators gathering outside the barrier.

Step by step, she advanced, a trace of determination flashing across her face.

"Even if I die, I will die in battle." A faint yet resolute fighting spirit emerged from Mu Wan.

When she emerged from the Heavenly Mystic World, she had already seen countless battles and countless life and death situations.

Leaving the Heavenly Mystic was to provide more space for her senior brother, so he wouldn't have to worry about her.

But that didn't mean Mu Wan feared life and death.

She was no longer the alchemy cultivator who once avoided facing life and death.

Outside the light barrier, pairs of resentful eyes stared at Mu Wan.

It was Mu Wan who had just taken action, killing those cultivators who rushed into the barrier.

If it weren't for those cultivators being killed, allowing them to scatter and wreak havoc in the hall, the last bit of fighting spirit in the Cloud Heaven Medicine Valley would have crumbled.

For the sects behind these cultivators, they desired more than just pills; they also coveted the alchemy masters in the hall.

This was true wealth.

"Kill her." A low voice sounded from the void.

The 100-foot-tall silhouette wielding dual hammers flew forward, charging ahead and bringing down a hammer.

"Bang!"

The barrier that had just finished repairing itself shattered once again.

This time, the barrier trembled, with most of it dissolving into nothingness.

Mu Wan, the square behind Mu Wan, and the hall behind the square were all exposed.

The other giant hammer in the hands of the hundred-foot silhouette descended again, smashing down towards Mu Wan's head.

Mu Wan raised her hand and waved, causing all the pills in front of her to fly out.

Pills rained down like a shower.

"Boom!"

The pills collided with the giant hammer, exploding all at once, sending the hammer flying, and the hundred-foot silhouette followed suit, being blasted away.

This scene made the alchemists on the square below shine with excitement.

Figures flew out one after another, shooting pills forward.

The pills gathered into meteors, crashing into the surrounding cultivators who had gathered around.

Each pill emitted a dazzling radiance.

In the past, anyone would have burst into laughter upon seeing so many pills in front of them.

However, at this moment, everyone's expressions changed.

Because these pills contained unstable power surging within them.

The pill could explode at any moment!

"Boom!"

The first pill exploded when it flew a thousand feet.

Then, the second, the third, the thousandth!

Countless medicinal pills exploded, causing the power between heaven and earth to begin fluctuating.

It was the result of an overwhelming surge of medicinal power in an instant, causing the surrounding spatial forces to change.

No one knew how many cultivators were injured or unlucky enough to be killed by the pill explosions.

No one paid attention. At this moment, everyone looked in horror at the golden pills rising in the hall, resembling blazing suns.

"First-grade Purple Sun Pill!"

"Immortal pill, Myriad Spirit Pills!"

These were precious pills, each valued no less than a high-grade magical treasure.

Each of these pills, if placed alone in the cultivation world, would attract countless powerful individuals vying for them.

But at this moment, everyone looked on in fear at the pills.

These pills were going to self-destruct!

One Immortal Pill self-destructing would ignite the spiritual energy within a radius of 10,000 miles.

Apart from those who had already grasped a great path, even the cultivators in the Out-of-Body realm wouldn't be able to withstand it.

If these pills self-destructed, there would be nothing left in this place today.

"Have they gone mad?"

"Are you trying to kill all your disciples?"

Some people cried out in alarm, while others turned around and fled.

"Hmph, a bunch of old fools, seeking death."

"We'll grant your wish." A loud shout echoed as a figure appeared in midair.

The surging spiritual radiance transformed into a giant palm, pressing down towards the ground.

"Jin Zhiyun from the Zhaoyang Daoist Sect, so it was your Zhaoyang Daoist Sect plotting against our Cloud Heaven Medicine Valley," a senior in the hall glared and shouted.

"Hmph, you old fools. The Immortal Source World has already collapsed, and the major sects have fled. Our Zhaoyang Daoist Sect is no longer an insignificant sect."

"Surrender to our Zhaoyang Daoist Sect obediently, and you still have a chance to survive." Jin Zhiyun's face carried a cold sneer as the palm he had struck descended upon Mu Wan's head.

He was a Half-Sage cultivator.

Originally, with his cultivation level, he would only be considered a small fry in the Upper Three Heavens.

However, now that the powerful cultivators in the Upper Three Heavens had already left, he had instead become a formidable individual.

As long as he could bring these alchemists from the Cloud Heaven Medicine Valley back to his sect, they would undoubtedly generate endless benefits in the future.

Taking advantage of the chaos in the Upper Three Heavens and the lack of attention towards this place, as long as he killed anyone unrelated, even if others came looking for it later, the Zhaoyang Daoist Sect would clean up any traces.

In this way, it would only take a few hundred years for the Zhaoyang Daoist Sect to rise.

Watching Mu Wan, who closed her eyes slowly under the giant palm, a smile appeared on Jin Zhiyun's face.

An insignificant ant.

"Slash—"

A sound resembling the tearing of silk echoed.

The descending giant palm suddenly shattered, and beside Mu Wan, a figure appeared.

The smile on Jin Zhiyun's face turned into fury.

Who dared to challenge the authority of a half-sage cultivator?

"Senior Brother!"

Under the giant palm, Mu Wan whispered with closed eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks.

In this life, did she regret?

No regrets.

How could she regret the time she spent cultivating her heart with her senior brother in the mortal world?

ƥαṇdα-ηθνε|·ƈθm But did she truly have no regrets?

Regrets.

She regretted not standing shoulder to shoulder with him in the path of cultivation, not leaving behind their bloodline, not spending every day with him…

The pain of unrequited love in the mortal world, wasn't it also excruciating?

Slowly opening her eyes, the giant palm dissipated, and Han Muye, dressed in white robes and carrying a sword sheath on his back, stood in front of Mu Wan.

"Senior Brother!"

Mu Wan shook her head and whispered softly, "So, I can see you again when I die.

"How wonderful."

Hearing her words, Han Muye reached out and wiped the tears off her cheeks.

The warmth of his hand on her cheeks left Mu Wan stunned.

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother, Senior Brother…" Tears continued to stream from Mu Wan's eyes.

Han Muye extended his arms and gently embraced her.

"It's okay, Senior Brother is here."

Han Muye spoke softly.

The two figures embracing in the void seemed to pay no attention to anyone around them.

Whether it was the disciples and elders of the Cloud Heaven Medicine Valley inside and outside the grand hall or the cultivators who came to besiege them.

At this moment, it felt as if there were only the two of them between heaven and earth.

"What a pair of ill-fated mandarin ducks, hehe…" With a chilling expression, Jin Zhiyun's dark golden talisman turned into a flowing light, carrying a soaring blaze, enveloping Han Muye and Mu Wan.

For a cultivation master who had practiced for tens of thousands of years, worldly affections had become as thin as paper.

As the blaze approached, a hint of killing intent appeared in Han Muye's eyes.

He raised his hand.

A sword flew out of the sword box.

"Buzz!"

The sword light turned into a green meteor.

It was fast.

The sword was extremely fast.

In just a flash, the sword light had already passed through the talisman flames and landed in front of Jin Zhiyun.

What kind of sword strike was this!

Traveling through space, a sword breaking through magic!

Such sword cultivation was only possible for a Sword Dao Sage!

This was Jin Zhiyun's final sentiment.

Because in the next instant, the sword had already pierced through his body, shining with blood and spiritual radiance in the void.

This sword strike made everyone's faces filled with fear as they slowly retreated.

A half-sage expert couldn't block a sword.

There was such a sword cultivator in the world?

Didn't all the Sword Dao mighty figures in the Upper Three Heavens leave this world and go to the Immortal World?

"Leave behind the plundered spiritual herbs and pills and send back the alchemists who took them away."

Han Muye turned around, his eyes shining.

Sword light appeared in the sword box behind him.

"If you don't want to, I don't mind letting every sword of mine be stained with blood."

Tens of millions of swords floated in the air.

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