Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 35 - Since you survived, you must be fated with the Sword Pavilion



Chapter 35: Since you survived, you must be fated with the Sword Pavilion

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

“Han, little Han!”

Huang Six, who was slumped in the wooden chair, jumped up and scurried over to Han Muye. His eyes widened as he sized Muye up and down.

He reached out and patted Han Muye’s shoulder and arm, then punched Han Muye’s chest a few times.

“Haha, you’re not dead, kid!”

“Really not dead!”

“I was even sad a few times!”

Huang Six’s old face was filled with joy, and his eyes were moist.

Han Muye was also smiling.

Huang Six seemed to think of something. Grinning, he opened a small wooden box and poured out the contents. Then he counted them one by one.

“Here, these pills are for you.”

“Also, these are the spiritual rocks I’ve collected over the past few days. This is for you.”

“This is the spiritual medicine that the storeowner Bai gave you.”

“This is a letter from Mu Wan.”

“This is a token from Zhao Pu of the inner sect.”

There were quite a few scattered items.

Han Muye looked at the things piled up on the table and asked with a smile, “Brother, why are all these things in this box? What are you going to do?”

“Bury it.”

“If you don’t come back, I’m going to bury the stuff and build you a cenotaph.”

Huang Six turned and spoke solemnly.

A cenotaph…

Han Muye’s face twitched.

“Han Muye, come up and see me.”

He was about to speak when an old voice came from above the Sword Pavilion.

Han Muye shuddered.

It was the Sword Pavilion’s Patriarch’s voice.

Huang Six and Han Muye looked at each other.

Huang Six gave him a meaningful glance towards the stairs.

Han Muye nodded, put his sword, Purple Flame and Destiny on the table, then straightened his clothes and strode up the stairs.

On the second floor, he glanced at the wooden shelves that held the swords. He took a deep breath and headed up to the third floor.

On the third floor, the space was only twenty feet in circumference. There were no wooden shelves for swords. The windows all around were open and the light was bright.

The white-robed Sword Pavilion Patriarch sat cross-legged in front of him. Behind him, a black sheathed sword was on the long table.

“Disciple Han Muye greets the Patriarch.”

Han Muye bowed and cupped his fists.

The white-haired Sword Pavilion Patriarch nodded, his eyes studying him.

“How did you resolve the crisis of your lifespan?”

Han Muye knew that he would definitely be asked about his lifespan, so he was already thinking along the way.

It was not just him. Huang Six and the Sword Pavilion Patriarch would definitely have worries about their depleting lifespan.

All Sword Caretakers could not escape this.

“Elder, this time, I returned to my hometown with the number one person in the outer sect, Mo Yuan. With his guidance, my sword Qi dissipated. For two to three years, I won’t be in danger of dying,” Han Muye replied loudly.

“Dissipate the sword Qi?” The Sword Pavilion Patriarch focused his gaze on Han Muye, then nodded.

At this moment, there was only a condensed sword intent in Han Muye’s sea of Qi. Outsiders could not sense the existence of the dissipated sword Qi.

Even an expert like the Sword Pavilion Patriarch did not notice anything unusual.

“Then, what are you going to do from now on?” the Sword Pavilion Patriarch asked again.

Han Muye looked up at the calm Sword Pavilion Patriarch.

He did not expect the Sword Pavilion Patriarch to say so much to him and even ask him about his future plans.

‘I thought the old man didn’t care whether I lived or died?’

However, he still answered truthfully, “Elder, I’m preparing to dual cultivate and strive to refine my body to withstand the sword Qi.”

This was the most suitable cultivation method for him that Mo Yuan had told him.

The Sword Pavilion Patriarch nodded and said indifferently, “On the path of cultivation, everyone has their own fate.”

“If you can’t survive the sword Qi entering your body, then your fate is over.”

“Since you survived it, you have an affinity with the Sword Pavilion.”

With that, he looked at Han Muye and lowered his voice. “From now on, come see me on the 15th of every month after the closing of the Pavilion.”

‘Meet him after closing time?’

Han Muye instantly thought of how Patriarch Bodhi had taught Sun Wukong the 72 Transformations.

Was he really lucky enough to be recognized by an elder of the Sword Pavilion?

“I understand.”

Han Muye nodded, bowed to the Sword Pavilion Patriarch, and left the third floor.

As he walked down the stairs, he subconsciously turned around and glanced at the black sword placed behind the Sword Pavilion Patriarch.

Was this the Nine Mystic Sword that suppressed the providence of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect?

Why did this sword look exactly the same as the Mystic Sun Sword?

Han Muye had never seen this sword before, but he had seen it a few times in the memories of Qin Yuanhe’s sword.

Qin Yuanhe was carrying out a sect mission and was looking for the black sheathed sword called the Mystic Sun Sword.

Could there be something between the Mystic Sun and Nine Mystic?

Shaking his head, Han Muye stopped thinking about this matter.

Let those big shots worry about it. Wouldn’t it be better for him to hide in the Sword Pavilion and slowly nurture his sword Qi?

Downstairs, Huang Six placed all the items in a wooden box and handed it to Han Muye.

“Brother, the Sword Pavilion Patriarch—”

Before Han Muye could finish, Huang Six raised his hand and said, “Don’t tell me about this.”

After saying that, he grinned and patted Han Muye’s shoulder. He whispered, “Little Han, I’ve been in the Sword Pavilion for seven years. In another three years, I’ll be a sect deacon.”

Han Muye chuckled at his words.

He was worrying too much. The Patriarch had said, everyone had their own fate.

Huang Six also had his own fate.

Since he could live in the Sword Pavilion for seven years, why should he worry about him?

“Brother, do you still have any wine?” Han Muye asked with a smile.

Huang Six chuckled and turned to retrieve the large gourd. “There’s still half a gourd left.”

Han Muye reached for the gourd, removed the stopper, and sniffed it.

It was spicy and mellow.

When the wine entered his throat, it was cool and hot. It passed through his intestines and stomach, and a heat spread throughout his body.

“Hiss—”

“How delightful…”

He wanted to take another sip, but Huang Six had already snatched the gourd. He took a small sip and sealed it with heartache.

“My wine is expensive.”

Han Muye smiled and shook his head. He opened the wooden box, took out the pills, and handed them to Huang Six.

“Brother, I refined this pill myself.”

“In the future, we won’t lack such things.”

By the time Han Muye returned to the quiet room with the wooden box, Huang Six was still holding the jade bottle in his hand in a daze.

He looked at the pill in his hand and then at the room.

As if he had thought of something, he took out a few spiritual rocks from his pocket.

Rubbing the spiritual rocks with his palm, a complicated expression appeared on his face.

“Rascal, so you’re the real tycoon…”

“Alright, I, Huang Six, will have a wealthy backer in the future.”

Shaking his head as he spoke, he returned with the jade bottle and the wine gourd.

In the quiet room, Han Muye took out various items from the wooden box.

There were five spiritual rocks. This was the money Huang Six had earned from the disciples who came to receive their swords.

When Han Muye left Qingmu Town, he had left two high-grade spiritual rocks for Mo Yuan.

As someone who could refine supreme-grade pills, he no longer had to worry about the lack of spiritual rocks.

However, he still accepted these five spiritual rocks. After all, it was Huang Six’s goodwill.

In the wooden box were two more medicine packets. The names of the medicines were written on them.

“Bright Origin Bone and Marrow Transformation Fruit?”

Han Muye was slightly taken aback.


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