Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 2179: 935, Illusion for 300 years, Sword Pavilion twelfth transformation
 

Standing still, Wang Zhenhai’s lips trembled, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably.

“Impossible, how could the master favor me?”

“It was the master who expelled me from the Yuming Sword Sect all those years ago…”

His gaze landed on Han Muye, and he pondered for a long while before finally nodding slightly.

“Master, rest assured, Wang Zhenhai will certainly go all out to expand the Yuming Sword Sect’s legacy and make it flourish.”

As his words ended, the space around him began to transform.

Han Muye stood in place, his eyes fixed on the rising fog ahead.

Within the fog, shadows danced about.

Each shadow represented a cultivation inheritance.

Wang Zhenhai, leading the Yuming Sword Sect disciples, fought everywhere, seizing all sorts of ancient books from around them.

Sects from all quarters seethed with silent rage.

Han Muye walked slowly, wandering through this illusion.

Behind him, Xu Fengran chose to follow Wang Zhenhai, intercepting adversaries everywhere, continually enhancing his cultivation and combat strength.

Xu Zhichu followed Liao Fan, quietly deriving and perfecting the Yuming Sword Technique.

The other All-Encompassing Sword Sect disciples who entered the illusion each followed the mentor they deemed correct, fully committing to the expansion of the Yuming Sword Sect.

These disciples were deluded in soul, truly believing themselves to be Yuming Sword Sect disciples within the illusion and that their daily cultivation was real.

The cultivation gained in this realm was illusory, but the experience remained.

Their life-and-death struggles became genuine; those who died, truly perished.

Those who survived the illusion could gain the experience of hundreds of years of cultivation.

For the All-Encompassing Sword Sect disciples, such experience was a treasure beyond measure.

Among those who entered the illusion, Han Muye walked through it, each step traversing uncountable years.

He saw through everything in the illusion early on, never swayed in the slightest.

However, he could clearly see every scene within all illusions, turning them into his own comprehension.

“Haha, Junior Brother Han, today I led a raid that smashed the Sanxuan Sword Sect, and here’s their Sanxuan Sword Technique. I’ve copied it for you,”

Wang Zhenhai’s laughter rang out, and then he tossed over a copied manual.

In the hundred years within the illusion, Han Muye never participated in Wang Zhenhai’s looting, but he didn’t reject the Sword Dao inheritances from Wang Zhenhai.

With each return, Wang Zhenhai would present Han Muye with a copy of other sects’ Sword Dao inheritances.

After Han Muye derived insights, he would integrate them with the Yuming Sword Sect’s sword moves and techniques before reflecting them back to Wang Zhenhai.

These techniques substantially increased Wang Zhenhai’s sword cultivation, and his combat strength surged rapidly.

The more this happened, the closer his relationship with Han Muye became.

“Don’t worry, within ten days, I will surely have fully comprehended this technique,”

Han Muye accepted the manual, waved it in his hand, and declared loudly.

Wang Zhenhai laughed heartily and dashed away.

The other disciples, looking at Han Muye, showed reverence in their eyes.

In their view, Han Muye was indeed the most talented and insightful person in the sect.

No one in the sect could compare with Han Muye in understanding sword techniques.

Holding the manual in his hand, Han Muye walked, swiftly flipping through the pages,

By the time he reached the great hall at the mountain’s peak, he had fully comprehended the sword technique within the manual.

“Hum—”

A three-foot-long sword descended in front of him.

Han Muye casually waved, and a streak of sword light met it head-on.

This sword light was dazzling, with three radiating streaks of brilliance.

“Sanxuan Sword Formation?”

“You comprehended it too quickly, didn’t you?”

Liao Fan, brandishing his sword as he descended, widened his eyes in shock, slashing his blade through the air and shattering the three brilliant streaks.

Han Muye let out a long laugh, his sword light flickering with every step, each strike elusive, carrying the dazzling Flowing Light.

Liao Fan’s sword too did not slacken, his blade shimmering to its utmost within the halo of light.

The surrounding disciples all raised their heads, expressions of astonishment on their faces.

“Elder Brother Liao Fan’s cultivation has become profound.”

“With his sword technique reaching such a level, he must have derived the Eighth Sword of the Yuming Sword Technique.”

“The Eighth Sword? Last time he already said he was close to great achievement with the Seventh Sword, and that was two years ago.”

Everyone’s gaze focused on the sword light, with a sparkle of admiration in their eyes.

This kind of swordsmanship duel was an excellent object for them to comprehend.

“Senior Brother Han Muye is truly a genius…”

No one knew who murmured softly.

People around nodded silently in agreement.

Indeed, within the Yuming Sword Sect, apart from Wang Zhenhai who scoured everywhere for sword technique inheritances, only Han Muye remained as a match for Liao Fan in the path of swordsmanship.

Moreover, Han Muye did neither derive the Yuming Sword Techniques nor foster his own killing intent and battle spirit through slaying; he simply cultivated casually within the sect.

Still, he was able to contend against the two top powerhouses of the sect—who wouldn’t envy that?

Everyone knew that cultivation was a bitter path.

“Clang—”

The clash of two swords scattered and shattered the sword light.

Han Muye advanced with his sword, while Liao Fan shook his head with a serious expression.

“It seems I derived the Eighth Sword incorrectly. Otherwise, surpassing the Sanxuan Sword Formation wouldn’t be an issue.”

“Junior Brother Han, come, help me see where the problem lies with my sword technique.”

Han Muye smiled and nodded, entering the grand hall side by side with Liao Fan.

…

Ten years.

A hundred years.

Under the leadership of Wang Zhenhai and the disciples he led, the Yuming Sword Sect dominated for three million miles.

Wang Zhenhai’s cultivation had already stepped above the Qian Kun, dividing Yin Yang—just one step away from entering the Realm of Life and Death.

That level of cultivation was invincible within a million miles.

Even Zhu Yunxu, the sect leader of the Yuming Sword Sect, had a cultivation that was merely at the Realm of Life and Death.

However high Wang Zhenhai’s cultivation was, his combat strength strong, he still couldn’t confidently claim to be able to defeat Liao Fan steadily.

After deriving the Yuming Sword Techniques to the Twelve Swords, Liao Fan’s combat strength had already soared to the Realm of Life and Death.

He once went out and challenged several Life and Death Realm powerhouses, returning neither victorious nor defeated.

It was such exploits that made the inheritance of the Yuming Sword Sect even more prestigious.

The fame from challenging the Realm of Life and Death was stronger than Wang Zhenhai’s reputation carved out from battling on all fronts.

“Clang—”

“Clang—”

“Clang—”

The golden bell sounded atop the grand hall of the Yuming Sword Sect.

Figures rushed over swiftly.

Han Muye, clad in a green robe, flickered in form, settling like a light butterfly.

On the other side, Wang Zhenhai, with his whole body shrouded in murderous aura, quickly walked onto the plaza.

“Senior Brother Wang!”

“Greetings, Senior Brother!”

“We pay our respects to Senior Brother Wang!”

Around, endless cheers resounded.

Wang Zhenhai’s reputation among the disciples was forged through killing.

This kind of prestige, in the eyes of the disciples, was more substantial than the renown gained by Liao Fan engaging with Life and Death Realm powerhouses.

Wang Zhenhai laughed heartily as he walked to Han Muye’s side: “Junior Brother Han, how is the sword technique derivation of the Wuyue Sword Sect coming along? I’ve fought them thrice, but haven’t managed to take down their mountain gate. Take a look for me, see if there’s something peculiar about their inheritance.”

Han Muye smiled and nodded.

Seeing him nod, Wang Zhenhai’s face lit up with joy.

As long as Han Muye was willing to make a move, there was no Sword Dao problem that could stop them.

Moments later, sect leader Zhu Yunxu appeared in front of the grand hall.

Everyone stood quietly there.

“Where’s Elder Brother Liao Fan?”

“Eh, Elder Brother Liao actually didn’t come today.”

Soft whispers drifted around.

Han Muye turned his head towards the grand hall not far away.

There, from the grand hall where Liao Fan was in seclusion, surged waves of sword light.

The Yuming Thirteen Swords were about to be perfected.

Wang Zhenhai turned his head, his face flashing with battle intent.

He was waiting for Liao Shisan’s Thirteen Swords to reach Great Achievement.

Otherwise, what fun would there be in the struggle?