Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 143 - Ascending to the Little Alchemy Pavilion, a Fifth-Grade Pill Formula

Chapter 143: Ascending to the Little Alchemy Pavilion, a Fifth-Grade Pill Formula

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Sword light enveloped the city.

Was he protecting Mushen City?

This was a demonstration!

A smile appeared on Han Muye’s face, and the sword light on his body blocked the pressure from Patriarch Tao Ran.

Turning around, he saw the Mu family’s patriarch’s expression become even more complicated.

Han Muye understood why Patriarch Tao Ran dared to do this.

With the Southern Wilderness attacking en ma.s.se, the Western Frontier was no longer at peace.

Pills were for the golden age, and swords were for the chaotic world!

Chaos was about to arise, and sword cultivators who were good at killing were useful again.

“Boom—”

In the sky, sword lights exploded with loud bangs. The sword lights collided with the Great City Protection Formation of Mushen City, causing layers of ripples.

“Yang Dingshan, I’m not the one who killed your only son. Why are you forcing me!

The Great Spiritual Sword Sect has already been disbanded. Even if you want to look for revenge, you shouldn’t look for me—

Fellow Daoist Yang, I was wrong. Let’s stop here today!”

…

So what if he was a half-step Heaven Realm cultivator? In the face of death, he was just a mortal wailing.

What answered Xia Yunyang was a powerful sword light.

The sword swept horizontally, and the world shook!

The sword light slashed across the city protection array, tearing open a crack.

What was even more terrifying was that every time a few green sword lights thrusted, the city protection array would shatter.

If not for Patriarch Tao Ran’s protection, this array would not have been able to withstand the sword lights!

This was the power of a top sword cultivator!

So what if it was a sacred place for alchemy?

Weren’t they tossed about like duckweed?

At this moment, the alchemy cultivators hiding in the city were all pale.

Here’s to you being an alchemy cultivator and putting yourself in a VIP position, Han Muye thought.

If it’s a life-and-death battle, could you block a sword?

Han Muye looked at the dazzling sword lights, his eyes flas.h.i.+ng.

In the end, the cultivation of the world still depends on swordsmans.h.i.+p!

Without the power of the sword, one would be at the mercy of others.

Do they really think that the world is peaceful just because they see the glory of alchemy in Mushen City?

Ha ha.

“Boom—”

It took a long time for the sword lights that cut through the city protection array to dissipate.

The sword lights stopped.

This battle was over.

Win or lose.

Life or death.

The city was silent.

Today, the entire city of alchemy cultivators had witnessed the death of a half-step Heaven Realm cultivator.

Just outside the Great City Protection Formation.

This was the cultivation world.

A voice came from the sky. “Elder Mu, I killed my only son’s enemy and disturbed your alchemy holy land. When I return from Phoenix Head Mountain, I’ll personally apologize.”

The sound echoed through the city.

The Mu family’s patriarch’s expression was solemn, and he did not speak.

“Brother Tao Ran, thank you.” The voice sounded again.

“Hehe, it’s only right. How can I, Tao Ran, not take care of our alliance?” Patriarch Tao Ran laughed.

Alliance.

The Nine Mystic Sword Sect and the Bright Mountain Sword Sect had already formed an alliance.

This was a major event in the Western Frontier!

Before the alchemist below could come back to his senses, the voice in the sky sounded again. “Today, Yang Dingshan violated the Spirit Dao Sect’s ban and will punish myself by guarding Phoenix Head Mountain—

Today, I killed a half-step Heaven Realm expert. I will kill two at Phoenix Head Mountain to return the Western Frontier’s favor!”

His voice resounded through the world and drew a roar.

As soon as he finished speaking, a sword light crossed the sky and headed south.

He had killed two half-step Heaven Realm experts from the Western Frontier!

Such heroism was what a sword cultivator should have!

A sword that could take revenge from 10,000 miles away, guarding the Western Frontier alone.

This was how we sword cultivators should be.

Watching the sword lights leave, Han Muye lowered his head and looked at Chang Ming, who had fallen to the ground with a pale face. He shook his head and spoke calmly.

“What did you want to compete with me for just now?”

Sword qi condensed on his body, and his sword light was dazzling.

Sword Qi was ultimately used to kill.

Alchemy was a supplementary technique.

Han Muye understood.

Yang Dingshan had killed the enemy to take revenge. His sword strike had awakened him.

He was a sword cultivator.

A sword was used to kill.

Only by traveling the world with a sword could one be carefree!

Chang Ming, who was sitting on the ground in a daze, muttered, not daring to answer.

Only then did the sword lights that filled the sky disappear. The power of the Sword Dao was imprinted in their hearts. At this moment, who dared to look up at the sharp sword qi on Han Muye’s body?

Chang Ming’s retreat and lowering his head was because the Alchemy Dao had lowered its head in front of the Sword Dao!

“Forget it. Today, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s Han Muye’s Void Meridian Pill has pure medicinal power. The pill formula is concise and beneficial to cultivators. The pill formula is qualified to be sent to the pavilion.”

Patriarch Mu’s voice had a hint of dejection.

Today was the Mu Family’s Patriarch’s 800-year-old birthday banquet. The first half of the banquet was filled with endless glory. The alchemy of the Western Frontier was celebrated. How impressive was that?

In the middle, they saw the rise of the Mu family’s alchemy descendants and the compet.i.tion between geniuses. It was a sign that the alchemy of the Western Frontier was flouris.h.i.+ng.

If the banquet ended like this, the news of today’s banquet would definitely spread to the Western Frontier. It would be a century-old event for the Western Frontier’s alchemy.

However, this great scene was broken by the Sect Master of the Bright Mountain Sword Sect.

Outside Mushen City, the pill cultivators were powerless as they watched.

After today, the Western Frontier’s alchemy cultivation holy land would no longer exist.

“Haha, Daoist Brother Chunhui has sharp eyes.” Patriarch Tao Ran laughed and landed in front of Patriarch Mu.

The sword lights on his body had yet to dissipate. Most of Mushen City was illuminated by the sword lights, and no one could look up.

“Fellow Daoists, our Nine Mystic Sword Sect upholds the righteousness of the Western Frontier and protects the Dao with our swords. This intention will never change.

The fact that my Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s Void Meridian Pill can enter the Little Alchemy Pavilion today is also a sign of the prosperity of the alchemy in the Western Frontier.

In the future, I hope that everyone can work together with our Nine Mystic Sword Sect to contribute to the prosperity of the Western Frontier cultivators.”

Tao Ran, who was standing in front, spoke righteously. No one dared to speak.

Sword intent hung high above their heads. Who dared to make a sound?

Today, Patriarch Tao Ran used his Sword Dao to suppress the Alchemy Dao of Mushen City. No one could raise their heads.

Looking at the trembling alchemists in satisfaction, Patriarch Tao Ran finally restrained his sword Intent.

“Young friend Chang Ming, your Minghua Valley’s alchemy skills are not bad. In the future, we can communicate more.”

Tao Ran looked at Chang Ming, who was struggling to get up, with a gentle smile on his face.

Chang Ming nodded, bowed, and then slowly retreated.

He was defeated.

Not only did he lose his reputation as a genius, but he also lost the sect’s momentum.

From today onwards, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect would be the only sect in the Western Frontier that had the Void Meridian Pill.

Even if he, Minghua Valley, refined the Void Meridian Pill in the future, it would not be considered legitimate in the Western Frontier.

No large sect would come to his Minghua Valley to buy things.

Minghua Valley had wasted a lot of money.

No one in the entire square looked at Chang Ming again.

Everyone watched as Patriarch Tao Ran took out a thin piece of paper.

This piece of paper was priceless!

This was the formula for the Nine Mystic Void Meridian Pill.

With this pill formula, Patriarch Tao Ran could enter the Little Alchemy Pavilion.

With this pill formula, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect could determine the price of the Western Frontier Void Meridian Pill.

This piece of paper could be exchanged for the wealth of countless small sects.

“Fellow Daoist Mu Chunhui, this is the Void Meridian Pill created by my Nine Mystic Sword Sect. I’ll give it to the Little Alchemy Pavilion today.”

Patriarch Tao Ran’s expression was solemn as he spoke loudly.

Everyone in the square watched solemnly.

Sending the pill formula into the pavilion was a grand event of alchemy in the Western Frontier.

No matter how Patriarch Tao Ran suppressed them with his sword, everyone raised their hands and bowed.

The Nine Mystic Sword Sect used this pill formula to strengthen the Western Frontier’s Pill Dao!

“Fellow Daoist Tao Ran, please send the pill formula to the Little Alchemy Pavilion and browse the collections there.” Patriarch Mu cupped his hands at Patriarch Tao Ran.

He could now deliver the pill formula and enter the Little Alchemy Pavilion.

Patriarch Tao Ran nodded and turned to look at Han Muye.

“Kid, send this pill formula up.”

He asked Han Muye to deliver the pill formula.

Han Muye looked up at Patriarch Tao Ran.

Patriarch Tao Ran grinned and chuckled. “You young people can go and take a look. I’m just a sword maniac. Even if I ascend to the Little Alchemy Pavilion, how much can I gain?”

Mad Swordsman.

Previously, many alchemy cultivators called him ‘Sword Lunatic’.

Han Muye nodded and took the paper with both hands.

He knew that what Patriarch Tao Ran said was true.

Back then, Patriarch Tao Ran only wanted to enter the Little Alchemy Pavilion to take a breather. He did not really study alchemy deeply.

This was one of the reasons why the alchemists were indignant.

You’re a half-baked alchemy cultivator. Why did you go to the Little Alchemy Pavilion? they thought.

Han Muye held the paper with both hands and slowly walked forward to the three-story wooden building.

The small building was simple and unadorned. On it were the words ‘Little Alchemy Pavilion’.

Jiang Ming, who was walking behind him, stepped forward and pushed open the attic door. Han Muye strode in with the paper.

Jiang Ming, who had refined an Immortal Grade Pill, was already qualified to enter the Little Alchemy Pavilion.

The attic was dark, and a bitter smell of bamboo paper a.s.saulted his face.

This was an aura that only appeared after so long.

When he reached the second floor, Han Muye saw that there were desks and bookshelves all around him.

On those bookshelves were books.

That was all.

“So the Little Alchemy Pavilion is only so-so.” Jiang Ming looked around with a mocking expression.

He had wasted a hundred years for this dilapidated building.

It really wasn’t worth it.

“This is a rare opportunity. Since I’ve entered this Little Alchemy Pavilion, I can’t leave empty-handed.”

Han Muye looked around, sat down in front of the long table, and said in a deep voice, “Jiang Ming, bring me all the precious pill formulas.”

Hearing his words, Jiang Ming was stunned at first. Then without hesitation, he walked to the bookshelves and quickly searched through them.

“This Heart Engraved Essence Pill is a sixth-grade pill. It’s He Dang Sect’s inheritance of the Dao of alchemy. It’s already extinct.”

Jiang Ming spread out the scroll. Before he could finish his introduction, Han Muye reached out and took the scroll.

He stared at the book and read 10 lines at a time. The alchemy method and the ratio of spiritual herbs in the book quickly turned into images that flashed in his mind.

Comprehending the Heart Engraved Essence Pill.

Throwing the book back, Han Muye said in a deep voice, “Remembered. Again.”

He committed it to memory.

This was the refinement technique of a sixth-grade medicinal pill!

Jiang Ming’s eyes widened.

With his alchemy cultivation, it would take him several hours to comprehend the pill formula and technique of this sixth-grade pill.

The reason why the Little Alchemy Pavilion in Mushen City was open to the public was because the more precious the pills were, the harder it was to comprehend the pill formula and pill refinement methods.

Most people who came to the pavilion could read two or three pill formulas. It was already extremely rare for them to truly comprehend one.

“What are you waiting for?” Han Muye asked again.

“Alright, alright,” Jiang Ming muttered happily. He hurriedly reached out and grabbed the pill formula in front of him.

“Young Master, this is the Purple Seeking Pill of the Jade Sun Sect. It’s useful for Earth Realm experts to treat their injuries.”

“This is a sixth-grade brown stone pill. When consumed by an Earth Realm Spirit Awakening Realm cultivator, it can strengthen the soul.”

…

Jiang Ming walked around the bookshelves and found all the pill formulas that he thought were valuable enough.

Han Muye reached out and took them. As long as he skimmed over them, he immediately understood.

The two of them worked together tacitly and quickly memorized the pill formula.

“Fifth-grade pill formula!”

Jiang Ming’s eyes widened in ecstasy.

Han Muye raised his hand and waved the scroll in his hand, then slowly opened it.

“Jade Bright Bone Pill.”