Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 957 - 957 Li Qingshi's Seven-Story Sword Pavilion (2)

Chapter 957 - 957 Li Qings.h.i.+'s Seven-Story Sword Pavilion (2)

957 Li Qings.h.i.+’s Seven-Story Sword Pavilion (2)

Regarding the treasures gifted by Han Muye, Mu Wan couldn’t refuse and reached out to accept them, carefully exploring with her divine sense.

“How strange, this wooden staff seems… seems like I’ve seen it before…”

Mu Wan held the wooden staff, her eyes revealing a hint of confusion. “It’s as if it’s a part of my body.”

An imperceptible, faint green aura circulated between her and the wooden staff.

The decay within the staff dissipated, and an imperceptible power began to revive.”

“Boom!”

In the distance, a rumbling sound echoed.

Han Muye landed on the deck of the flying s.h.i.+p.

Ahead, Zhao Yu and other disciples of the Sword Pavilion stood with swords in hand.

“Brother Han, rest a.s.sured, it’s just a common chaotic battle,” Zhao Yu shouted loudly upon seeing Han Muye disembark from the flying boat.

Along their journey, they had witnessed numerous instances of chaotic warfare.

There was no place in the Upper Heaven Region that was peaceful now.

This kind of chaotic battle would probably not stop for at least a thousand years.

Unless a major force quickly consolidated and suppressed them, it would be considered normal for chaos to persist for tens of thousands of years.

Han Muye nodded, his gaze s.h.i.+fting towards the direction where the divine light was s.h.i.+ning.

Several figures were entangled in a fierce battle over there.

Sensing Han Muye’s arrival from a distance, both sides cautiously withdrew.

The flying s.h.i.+p was inconspicuous, but the dazzling sword lights of the sword cultivators made everyone wary.

As the sword lights and the flying boat crossed the sky, both sides let out a sigh of relief, then activated their spiritual energy, causing brilliant flames to soar into the sky.

At that moment, the flying boat suddenly came to a halt.

Han Muye turned around on the deck and looked at the dozen or so black-robed Daoists. He asked, “Are you people from the Ruyi Sect?”

His words stunned both sides engaged in the fight.

The white-haired Daoist in front of the black-robed Daoist with a jade sword in his hand nodded and said warily, “I wonder if you—”

Zhu Wuxie, the Grand Elder of Ruyi school!

With Han Muye’s words, the expressions of both sides changed.

Zhu Wuxie was at the peak of the Half-Sage realm. He came to the Dao Battlefield to seek opportunities and make a breakthrough into the realm of the Sage.

With Zhu Wuxie leaving the Ruyi Sect, their strength had greatly diminished. They couldn’t defend their own territory during the collapse of the Upper Three Heavens.

“Young master, are you saying that Zhu Wuxie is under your command?” The white-haired old Daoist showed astonishment on his face and looked at Han Muye with excitement.

As an Elder of the Ruyi school, he naturally knew about the whereabouts of their Grand Elder.

That was why he was so surprised.

What made it even stranger was that Han Muye, an outsider, suddenly mentioned Zhu Wuxie.

Zhao Yu and the others who were flying ahead of the flying s.h.i.+p also changed their direction.

When they saw the robes they were wearing, both the Ruyi Sect and the opposing side had their expressions changed again.

“Sword Pavilion!”

“So you’re from the Sword Pavilion.”

Zhao Yu looked at Han Muye and whispered, “Brother Han, should we take action?”

He didn’t want unnecessary trouble, but since Han Muye had already spoken up, he couldn’t just stand idly by.

Han Muye shook his head.

“Zhu Wuxie has already broken through to the realm of the Sage. Once he stabilizes his cultivation in a few days, he will return,” Han Muye looked at the Ruyi Sect members and spoke.

These words immediately filled everyone with joy.

Their Grand Elder hadn’t fallen, hadn’t left this realm, and had made a breakthrough in his cultivation. He would return soon.

The people from the opposing side paled.

“Zhao Zhiping of the Ruyi Sect pays his respects to the young master,” the white-haired Daoist bowed to Han Muye and said, “Thank you for informing us. May I ask who the young master is?”

Han Muye waved his hand, turned around, and piloted the flying boat to flee, leaving only his voice behind, “I will be staying temporarily at the Medicine Valley. When Zhu Wuxie returns, have him come and see me.”

He left just like that?

Until the scattered clouds in the sky regathered, both the Ruyi Sect and the people on the opposing side had bewildered expressions.

What did it mean to be carefree?

This was it.

While they fought below, someone casually uttered a few words and left.

Should they continue fighting?

Was it even interesting anymore?

With the return of the Grand Elder, what territory and resources could the Ruyi school not seize?

In the current Upper Heaven Region, Sages were already top experts.

“Ahem, everyone, it’s all a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding…” The leading gray-robed Daoist coughed lightly and cupped his hands at Zhao Zhiping before leading his sect members to retreat.

The people of the Ruyi Sect no longer paid any attention.

The earth-shattering news brought by Han Muye had already occupied all their thoughts, leaving no room for anything else.

“Let’s go back to the sect and tell the sect master this good news. Haha—”

Zhao Zhiping laughed and led everyone to his sect.

On the flying s.h.i.+p, Han Muye pondered for a moment, then raised his hand, and a spiritual light flashed.

Daoist Dayan fell to the ground.

“Hey, Master, you can’t treat me like this. I didn’t see anything, and yet you imprisoned me…”

Daoist Dayan complained as he turned to look at Mu Wan.

“Madam, how was the idea I gave you last time? Those sects’ Spirit Stones are easy to earn, right?” Daoist Dayan looked smug.

Han Muye imprisoned him precisely because he gave suggestions to Mu Wan, allowing her to mingle with those sects’ female cultivators and focus on earning spiritual rocks. In the process, he was neglected.

Mu Wan chuckled.

Daoist Dayan laughed smugly and then looked at Han Muye, who had an expressionless face. He immediately restrained his smile.

“Daoist Dayan, go back to the Heavenly Mystic Realm.”

Han Muye narrowed his eyes and looked ahead. “Tell Yunduan to get those people from the Immortal Source World to come back and stabilize this place.”

Upon hearing his words, Daoist Dayan grinned and said, “I understand. This world is your playground. Why let it remain chaotic?”

As he said that, he waved his arms. “It’s still enjoyable to follow you. With the world in your hands, the feeling of wielding great power is exhilarating.”

Han Muye glanced at him and said calmly, “Was Sword Venerable Yuan Tian not exhilarating enough?”