Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 103: Battling A Heaven Realm, Huang Six’s Condensed Sword

Wind howled in the sword intent.

“After sealing the sword intent for 60 years, I can’t even move my old bones with it now.” The Sword Pavilion Elder raised his hand. In his palm, a green sword was beaming with cold light.

“Gao Changgong, that’s why I said you’re ruthless.” Seeing the Sword Pavilion Elder fly up, the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect’s Sect Master, Zhang Cheng, said with a smile.

“If you don’t seal your cultivation and enter the Sword Pavilion, the position of sect master of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect will be at your fingertips. You might even be able to break through to the Heaven Realm.”

“Break through to the Heaven Realm?” The Sword Pavilion Elder stood side by side with Patriarch Tao Ran. The wind on his body intertwined with the flames on Elder Tao Ran’s body, turning into a fire dragon that roared.

“If I really dare to enter the Heaven Realm, I’m afraid the entire Nine Mystic Sword Sect will be buried with me, right?”

At this point, he looked at Zhang Cheng with bright eyes. “I’m curious how Sect Master Zhang had the chance to break through to the Heaven Realm.”

Hearing the Sword Pavilion elder’s words, Zhang Cheng’s eyes flashed. He said indifferently, “If you don’t die today, I can tell you.”

The Sword Pavilion Elder laughed. Patriarch Tao Ran rushed forward and summoned a fire dragon at Zhang Cheng.

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Zhang Cheng narrowed his eyes. Sword Qi circulated around his body, and the cold light that soared into the sky seemed to freeze the space around him.

A three-foot sword appeared in his hand.

“Military Sword Technique…” Han Muye, who was standing on the carriage, looked at Zhang Cheng and muttered.

“What?” Huang Six, standing beside the carriage, turned.

Han Muye shook his head.

Zhang Cheng’s method was the Sword Pavilion’s Sword Technique.

Patriarch Zhu Shen had died at the hands of the Wind Spiritual Sword Sect.

A divine light flashed in his eyes, and images kept flashing in Han Muye’s mind.

The Military Sword Technique, which was originally only half a cultivation technique, was deduced to completion.

He had comprehended the Military Sword Technique.

The three inheritances of the Sword Pavilion, the Sword Nurturing Technique, the Sword Condensing Technique, and the Military Sword Technique, were gathered.

“So he condensed a artifact level sword technique to enter the Heaven Realm.” Han Muye looked at Zhang Cheng, who raised his hand and slashed down, and said softly.

“Boom—”

In the sky, the fire dragon collided with Zhang Cheng’s sword.

The scattered flames and every sword light were dazzling, causing the world to lose its color.

The power of wind and fire swept across the world!

The Sword Pavilion Elder and Patriarch Tao Ran joined forces and turned wind and fire into dragons. Their combat strength exceeded the peak of the Earth Realm and had already reached the Heaven Realm!

As a Heaven Realm expert, Zhang Cheng did not dare to underestimate this strike.

“Good sword technique!”

With a long shout, the sword in his hand flew.

The sword light was sharp and turned into a wind that wrapped around the fire dragon.

The tornado collided with the fire dragon, and the flames that wreaked havoc in the world were sealed by the sword light.

A Heaven Realm expert was indeed a Heaven Realm expert.

Every time Zhang Cheng waved his sword, a layer of the fire dragon was cut off.

Behind the red dragon, the faces of the Sword Pavilion Elder and Patriarch Tao Ran turned pale.

After ten strikes, the fire dragon exploded, and endless wind and fire wreaked havoc in the sky.

In the sky, flames filled the air, making it impossible for people to open their eyes.

“With this strike, he’s invincible against anyone below the Heaven Realm.”

“Your Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s foundation is indeed deep.”

Zhang Cheng’s voice came.

“Senior Brother Yu He, Gao Changgong, you can only blame yourselves for being from the Nine Mystic Sword Sect. It’s a pity for your talent in comprehension.”

Although they could not see the exact situation of the battle, the wind in the void howled, the pressure surged, and the flames dissipated, letting everyone know that Patriarch Tao Ran and the Sword Pavilion Elder had lost this battle.

“Have we lost…” Huang Six, who was standing beside the carriage, whispered.

Han Muye’s eyes flashed.

Defeated.

Even the combined strength of the Sword Pavilion Elder and Patriarch Tao Ran could not withstand a true Heaven Realm expert.

In that day’s situation, the Heaven Realm was invincible.

The Nine Mystic Sword Sect was about to be destroyed.

“The survival of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect lies in this day and age. It’s just death!” In the sky, the voice of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s Sect Master, Jin Ze, sounded.

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The explosion dispersed most of the smoke.

Sect Master Jin Ze, who was surrounded by golden light, walked forward step by step. With every step he took, his aura became stronger.

At 10 steps, Jin Ze’s aura was only slightly inferior to Zhang Cheng’s.

“Shattered core?”

Zhang Cheng was stunned and chuckled. “I take back what I said before.”

“You’re as ruthless as Gao Changgong.”

“With a single strike from a shattered core, your entire cultivation will be crippled. Jin Ze, is it worth it for you to cultivate for hundreds of years?”

After cultivating to the Earth Realm Core Formation realm, one’s cultivation level would condense into essence, which was the Golden Core.

The Golden Core contained all the cultivation insights and spiritual energy accumulated in a cultivator’s life.

At the peak of the Earth Realm, one would break through to the Nascent Soul realm and enter the Heaven Realm, as if they were reborn.

If one shattered their core before reaching the Nascent Soul realm, their entire life of cultivation would be wasted. In this life, their cultivation would end.

When a cultivator reached the Core Formation realm, they would have accumulated hundreds of years of cultivation and thousands of years of lifespan.

He could claim to be a patriach and be proud.

His core had shattered, and his cultivation was completely crippled. 90% of his lifespan had been exhausted.

In exchange, his power would surge rapidly after the core shattered.

However, this power would never reach the Heaven Realm.

Without breaking out of the cocoon and becoming a butterfly, how could one know the wonders of the Heavenly Realm?

“I, Jin Ze, entered the Nine Mystic Sword Sect at the age of 13. I entered the inner sect from the outer sect and reached the Foundation Establishment realm in three years. I’m considered the hope of the sect.”

“At the age of 32, I perfected the Foundation Establishment realm and entered the Earth Realm. I was considered invincible among my peers and was known as for controlling metal.”

“I’m in charge of two lineages and was nurtured by the sect for a hundred years to become the youngest sect master of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.”

Jin Ze’s body condensed into a golden and water sword. Sword light lingered and transformed into a thousand-foot-long blade.

Beside him, Tao Ran and the Sword Pavilion Elder stood side by side, their auras flickering.

“I once said that I would definitely reach the Heaven Realm in this life.”

“It’s a pity that the sect is in chaos and I don’t even have a chance to cultivate in seclusion.”

“I was also ambitious and vowed to build the Nine Mystic Sword Sect into a powerful sect in the Western Frontier.”

“Hehe, these hundred years are nothing more than wasting time.”

Looking up, Jin Ze stared at Zhang Cheng and said softly, “Since I don’t have a chance to touch the Heaven Realm in this life, I’ll fight against one.”

Above his head, the golden and water sword intents fused and transformed into a green-gray sword light.

This sword light seemed to have endless vitality and could comfort the sky that had been burned by the flames.

Looking at Sect Master Jin Ze, who had condensed his entire cultivation into a sword, all the disciples of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect gritted their teeth and clenched their fists.

“If I, Huang Zhenxiong, had a Heaven Realm sword, I would definitely kill that bastard!” Huang Six glared and shouted.

Han Muye turned to look at him and said softly, “Brother, perhaps the Sect Master needs your soul sword to help?”

Hearing his words, Huang Six was stunned. He hesitated and said, “My sword of the soul? I’ve only cultivated this Sword Condensing Technique for a few years. Is it useful?”

In such a battle of great cultivators, if his soul collided with it, he would probably not even see a bubble form.

“If you don’t contribute, how can you be satisfied?” Han Muye whispered. He slowly sat on the carriage and closed his eyes.

Huang Six nodded and muttered to himself, “Damn it, I’ll just take it as returning my cultivation to the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.”

His eyes widened, and he shouted, “Condense the sword—”

A mysterious sword light rose above his head and rushed into the sky, landing on the sword light above Sect Master Jin Ze’s head.

At this moment, the sword light in Han Muye’s divine spot flashed and had already collided with the sword in the sky!

The swords within a hundred miles vibrated!

Sword of Condensation!

He condensed the sword with his soul and ten thousand swords submitted to him!

On Deer Park Mountain, the Sword Pavilion Elder had used this sword to kill Mu Tieyang, who was half a step into the Heaven Realm.

That day, he saw this sword again!

“Rascal, you’re really willing…”

The Sword Pavilion Elder turned back to the carriage and muttered.

“This is the successor of the Sword Pavilion that you nurtured? Not bad.” Patriarch Tao Ran looked at Huang Six in front of the carriage and said softly.

“Is that the Sword Pavilion’s Sword Caretaker?” Countless disciples of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect looked at Huang Six and whispered.

“I know him. He’s the Sword Pavilion’s Sword Caretaker. I even received a sword from him last time.” Someone widened his eyes and stared at Huang Six, who had opened his arms and raised his head to shout.

“So Brother is the one who has hidden his strength…” Holding the long sword in his hand, Lin Shen whispered.

In the distance, the bald man, Zhao Pu, clenched his fists and looked at Huang Six. “Brother, you’re awesome.”

Huang Six turned his head in confusion and looked at Han Muye, who was sitting cross-legged on the carriage with his eyes closed.

Was his Sword Condensing Technique that powerful?