Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Who among the cultivators who have lived for thousands of years doesn’t have a story?

How could Liu Jun, who had become a Heavenly Immortal and an elder of the Xuanyuan Sword Pool, not have a story?

“Now, the Heavenly Tang Empire is still governed by the Li Family, but there is much chaos from various factions.”

“The same goes for Mystic Qin.”

“Even Lingxiao Heavenly Palace is currently facing great difficulties.”

It was only from Liu Jun that Han Muye had learned that the Ruins Realm Quantum Tribulation had begun.

In these ten thousand years, at least three realms had been devoured by the Tiger Spirit Ruins Realm.

This type of devouring by the fundamental rules makes no sense.

The three realms merged, and their beings became part of this Ruins Realm, but due to the loss of origin, their natural cultivation abilities were lower.

This kind of plundering was a battle of life and death.

“The Linglong Realm has been attacking the Tiger Spirit Realm for ten thousand years, and during these thousands of years, many powerful beings from the Tiger Spirit Realm have waged numerous decisive battles against the Linglong Realm in the East Sea.”

“Lingxiao Heavenly Palace has always been on the front lines.”

Neither side could overpower the other, so now both sides have begun sabotage and infiltration efforts against each other.”

“They covet all kinds of treasures refined by Great Venerable Xu Jue and the weapon refinement methods passed down through the lineage of Lingxiao Heavenly Palace.”

“We, on the other hand, desire their Heavenly Abyss Pearls, as the Linglong Realm is extremely wealthy.”

These two parties could complement each other, but the rules of the Ruins Realm exist, allowing only one to dominate while the other must submit.

The battleground is now thirty thousand miles out to sea, right between heaven and earth.”

Warriors from Lingxiao Heavenly Palace and Linglong Realm clash within this thirty thousand miles, ceaselessly battling over thousands of years.”

After listening to Liu Jun, Han Muye gained a deeper understanding of the current state of the Tiger Spirit Ruins Realm.

In fact, in his view, if not for his arrival back then, the Tiger Spirit Ruins Realm would probably have already been absorbed.

After all, the Tiger Spirit Ruins Realm was not strong at that time.

Perhaps this was karma?

When Liu Jun left the thatched hut, Han Muye sat within, eyes closed, as his aura slowly retracted.

He was merely a soul entering the Ruins Realm, with cultivation abilities only at the Human Realm.

But for him, increasing his cultivation abilities was not difficult.

In three months, by utilizing the Heavenly Abyss Pearls Liu Jun had brought, he had raised his cultivation to the Heavenly Mystic World.

In the Heavenly Mystic World, his Sword Dao was sufficient to defend himself in this realm.

Moreover, having reached the Heavenly Mystic World, he sensed a trace of Sister Mu Wan.

She was neither in the Heavenly Tang Empire nor in Mystic Qin.

East Sea, thirty thousand miles of heaven and earth.

Han Muye had not expected that Mu Wan’s trace of soul would end up in a thirty-thousand-mile battlefield.

That was quite dangerous.

Although the loss of this trace of soul wouldn’t matter, for Han Muye, he did not wish to end his journey in the Ruins Realm without finding Mu Wan.

They had also promised to meet in this Ruins Realm.

“Dang—”

“Dang—”

Bell sounds rose outside the Sword Hut.

When Han Muye stepped out, he saw many disciples already gathered beside the Sword Pool.

“Han Wuxie, you really are here!” an exuberant voice called out.

Li Si, clad in the robe of a Sword Hall disciple, was surrounded by a vibrant sword Qi.

Developing sword Qi in three months, this fellow’s talent in the Sword Dao was quite commendable.

Called by Li Si, many people turned to look towards Han Muye.

Unfortunately, in their eyes, Han Muye’s aura was mild, without the flash of sword light.

A disciple who entered the Sword Hut and hadn’t even developed sword Qi?

According to the rules of the Sword Pool, if you don’t develop sword Qi within a year, your cultivation qualifications will be directly revoked.

Han Muye nodded towards Li Si and walked over slowly.

Among the group of disciples, some discreetly made way, while others looked on with a hint of contempt.

“Today is the day for disciples to Comprehend the Sword and receive swords, Han Wuxie, you must seize the opportunity,” Li Si said in a low voice as he studied Han Muye.

Han Muye nodded.

Ahead, the elder who was presiding over the Comprehending the Sword and receiving swords was a peer of Liu Jun from the Sword Pool.

He scanned the surroundings, then loudly repeated the rules of Comprehending the Sword and receiving swords, before stepping back.

Comprehending the Sword was simple: sit by the Sword Pool, gaze at the swords, choose the one with the strongest response, and feel its essence.

It is said to be simple, but in reality, each time one comprehends the sword, less than ten percent succeed.

Especially for these new beginners, how many can quickly comprehend the sword’s essence?

Han Muye and Li Si sat down side by side and then their gazes turned toward the Sword Pool.

He could feel the respect emanating from each sword here.

His gaze settled in the distance, at the center of the Sword Pool.

There, a few swords were the ones he had comprehended back in the days. Seeing them now stirred emotions akin to meeting old friends.

In the Sword Pool, there was also a green-gray long sword.

This sword was the one that had accompanied him as he swept across the Lingxiao Heavenly Palace and pacified the Tiger Spirit Ruins Realm.

Seeing Han Muye again, the sword body trembled slightly.

“To comprehend the sword, one must be steady and not choose those too fickle,” Li Si turned his head and lowered his voice, “This is what a senior brother told me.”

He glanced around, then spoke again, “Also, for our first attempt at comprehending the sword, it’s better not to aim too high and choose a sword from the outermost part of the Sword Pool.”

“The swords here retain deeper spiritual essence and memories, making them easier to comprehend.”

He must have noticed where Han Muye’s gaze was directed, which is why he mentioned this.

All this knowledge had been gathered from senior brothers at the Sword Hall and were based on their experiences.

Although just a few lines, they cost spiritual rocks to obtain.

If Li Si’s talent in the Sword Dao hadn’t been commendable, others might not have shared such insights with him.

Han Muye turned his head to look at Li Si and asked with a light laugh, “Which sword are you planning to comprehend?”

His question made Li Si pause, then a look of excitement appeared on his face.

Li Si extended his hand toward the Sword Pool, “The sword of the fifty-eighth generation ancestor.”

The swords in the Sword Pool were layered on top of one another, generally organized according to the generations of disciples.

The further back in generations, the profounder the essence within.

According to Li Si, it should actually be easier to comprehend the swords from after the sixtieth generation.

The fact that he let Han Muye observe the most recent ones, while he himself chose from before the sixtieth generation, showed that he also held a bit of pride.

Han Muye smiled and turned his head back to continue looking at the long swords in the Sword Pool.

He hadn’t actually thought about choosing any specific sword to comprehend.

Mere communication with these swords was already sufficient.

“Dang—”

“Dang—”

An hour later, the bell sounded.

The vast majority of disciples stood up with expressions of regret.

A few showed a mix of confusion and excitement on their faces.

Li Si shook his head, stood up, and patted Han Muye on the shoulder, “No worries, comprehending the sword depends on fate.”

“Come a few more times, and maybe you’ll comprehend it.”

“And you?” Han Muye asked with a smile.

Li Si stiffened, then shook his head, “No luck.”

After saying that, a joyful expression reappeared on his face, “Let’s go get our swords.”

“Perhaps if we’re lucky, we might get a good one.”

Although all the swords were standard issue, there were slight differences in quality.

If they could obtain a sword left by a predecessor, perhaps they could continuously comprehend the sword Qi or sword intent stored within the sword.

Of course, such serendipitous opportunities were rare.

The area for sword acquisition was in a large hall beneath the Sword Pool.

The doors of the hall opened, and the sword-receiving disciples entered in groups to search for swords.

This scene resembled the Nine Mystic Sword Pavilion from before, but lacked the sword caretaker.

Li Si and Han Muye walked into the hall, feeling somewhat disheartened.

Those bundles of long swords were all of the same model, and even the scattered swords looked rusty and worn.

How could there be any good swords with such a way of distributing them?

The damaged swords had been examined countless times and it was impossible to find anything overlooked.

Li Si bent down among those bundles of long swords, searched for a while, then shook his head as he pulled out one.

All the swords were the same; where could there be any opportunity?

Just then, Han Muye suddenly patted his arm.

Turning his head, he saw Han Muye pointing to a corroded long sword nearby.

The sword had spotty marks along its body, and its sheath was already rotting.

“Choose this one.”