Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion



This might be the last chance for the Medicine Valley.

As for whether the Sword Pavilion would confront the other sects for the Cloud Heaven Medicine Valley, it depended on Dan Mingtao's courage.

ƥαṇdα-ηθνε|·ƈθm It was very difficult.

In the small courtyard where Han Muye and Mu Wan resided, after Mu Wan brought two cups of clear tea, she obediently stepped back.

She knew that in the eyes of various forces, she was just a decorative vase, used by the Medicine Valley to win over her senior brother.

She didn't care how outsiders saw her, nor was she interested in knowing how these sects would try to win over her senior brother.

They could never imagine how powerful her senior brother was; they were simply not qualified to win him over.

When Mu Wan set down the tea cups and left, Dan Mingtao had originally planned to get straight to the point and explain his purpose.

But when he saw Han Muye picking up the tea cup, something stirred in his heart, and he also lifted the tea cup in front of him.

The fragrance was light, the taste was refreshing, the water was smooth, and the aftertaste was long.

This tea was actually a rare treasure that he had never tasted even in his own sect.

As the tea entered his body, he felt a sense of purifying his soul.

It was a precious treasure that was hard to come by in the world.

He didn't expect Han Muye to possess such a treasure and offer it to him.

"What kind of tea is this?"

Dan Mingtao's first question turned out to be about the tea.

Han Muye put down the teacup and smiled lightly, saying, "This tea is illuminated by the brilliance of the clear sword light and infused with the essence of countless swords. Drinking this tea is like savoring the essence of the sword.

"I named this tea 'Sword Heart.'"

Sword Heart, illuminated and clear.

This was the Sword Dao realm and also his comprehension of the Sword Dao.

Looking at the teacup in front of him, Dan Mingtao's expression changed.

He knew about the illuminated brilliance of the clear sword and the essence of countless swords.

But he also knew that having just those qualities wouldn't be enough to produce this cup of clear tea.

He looked up at Han Muye, his heart trembling.

A clear sword heart meant having an enlightened mind.

Could someone like this truly have no attachments?

If Han Muye truly was the kind of sword cultivator who had no attachments, then his cultivation strength was not as simple as previously speculated.

If he could really defeat Zhao Yu solely based on his own cultivation, he could become a deacon in the Sword Pavilion.

Also, he seemed to possess a protective treasure.

Looking at the sword case on Han Muye's back, a glimmer of light shone in Dan Mingtao's eyes.

Perhaps this was Han Muye's greatest reliance and trump card.

The pride of a sword cultivator came from his sword.

Lowering his head and looking at the teacup in front of him, Dan Mingtao calmly said, "This tea is good. I wonder where it's produced?"

Tea.

Production.

If tea represented a sword, then the quantity of production represented strength.

The stronger the strength, the greater the bargaining chip.

If he joined the Sword Pavilion, he would be valued greatly.

From the moment Han Muye took out the tea leaves, Dan Mingtao was convinced that Han Muye had the intention to join the Sword Pavilion.

Otherwise, why would he bring out such high-quality tea?

Han Muye's expression remained unchanged as he said with a smile, "What's the matter? Elder Dan, interested in Sword Heart tea?"

"If Elder likes it—"

Dan Mingtao raised his head, his gaze fixed on Han Muye.

Is this the moment he's seeking to join Sword Pavilion, to seek refuge under me?

As long as Han Muye gave him the Sword Heart tea, he did not mind giving him the status of a disciple.

He could even become his disciple and even grant him the position of a deacon under his seat.

Under the gaze of Dan Mingtao, Han Muye calmly said, "If the Elder likes it, one or two catties of Sword Heart tea would cost 10 million spiritual rocks. I can provide as much as you need."

Dan Mingtao's gaze slightly froze.

He never expected Han Muye to say such words.

Not as a gift, but as a sale.

Ten million spiritual rocks for one or two catties.

Most importantly, he could have as much as he wanted!

What did this mean?

It meant that the other party was negotiating with him on an equal or even higher status.

He could have as many as he wanted. This was confidence!

He had been completely wrong from the beginning.

In fact, all the sects were wrong.

The person in front of him had never had the intention to join any faction.

Because the tea in his hands was as much as they wanted.

Dan Mingtao's expression slowly turned solemn as he said softly, "As much as we want?"

He raised his hand and placed a jade box on the table.

"Then give me this much for now."

Han Muye reached out and took the jade box, probing with his divine sense, and said calmly, "Good."

Inside the jade box was a piece of spiritual rock, each of them top-grade and worth billions of lower-grade spiritual rocks. There were also other spiritual materials piled together, all of them extremely precious.

The value of this jade box was more than 10 billion spiritual rocks.

In other words, it required Han Muye to trade a hundred catties of Sword Heart tea.

How could there be 100 catties of such precious tea leaves in the world?

This was Dan Mingtao's test, and also his way of showcasing the strength of Sword Pavilion.

As an elder of the Sword Pavilion, he could casually take out so many treasures, showing his wealth.

However, he didn't expect that Han Muye would simply respond with a "good" and take out a small cloth bag.

Dan Mingtao reached out and picked up the cloth bag, sensing with his divine sense, and his eyes couldn't help but widen.

It really was a hundred catties of Sword Heart tea!

Sword intent surged within him, and his gaze fell upon Han Muye.

What kind of power could possess such means, such accumulation!

Taking a deep breath, he nodded, stood up, and turned to leave.

For a sword cultivator who could directly produce a hundred catties of such tea leaves, Dan Mingtao didn't even have the qualification to face him directly.

When did such a force suddenly emerge in the world?

Did it come from a hidden realm taking advantage of the collapse of the Upper Three Heavens, or from beyond the dam?

Dan Mingtao's face darkened, holding the small bag in his hand, he left with big strides.

As he walked out of the courtyard, countless divine senses intertwined.

"What's going on? Dan Mingtao seems displeased?" someone asked in confusion.

Dan Mingtao's expression didn't seem like he was having a pleasant conversation with someone.

Did Han Muye refuse, or did he not find Han Muye suitable?

"What's in the bag he's holding? Why did he take it out separately?" someone had already focused their attention on that bag.

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