Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 185: Han Muye’s Arrival

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

An old man in a purple Daoist robe looked to his side and whispered.

“Do you still have to choose?” A middle-aged man in a green robe with cloud patterns on it said indifferently, “This step is no less than reaching the heavens in a single bound.

“As long as you stand side by side with Young Master Tang Chi today, you will get 10% of the credit for this battle.

“A mere mortal actually received an invitation from Young Master Tang Chi.”

The middle-aged cultivator’s words made the surrounding people look at Huang Six with envy.

None of them were qualified to stand side by side with Tang Chi, but Huang Six was invited.

“Well, he is a member of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect…” The white-haired old man sighed softly.

The Nine Mystic Sword Sect was the second of the Four Sword Sects in the Western Frontier.

As outsiders, they could only be envious.

Under the tree, in front of the golden steps.

Huang Six pondered for a long time before shaking his head.

“Senior Brother Tang, the wind is strong up there. As a mortal, I shouldn’t go up.”

As soon as he finished speaking, whether it was Tang Chi who was standing on the top of the tree or the Earth Realm experts who were watching from afar, their expressions changed.

Tang Chi’s eyes flashed with ruthlessness. He stared at Huang Six and nodded. “That’s good.”

With that, he waved his hand and the golden steps dissipated.

Huang Six took out an envelope and said loudly, “Senior Brother Tang, this is the letter that Daoist Xu asked me to pass to you.”

Clear Wind Temple.

Daoist Fengxu.

The letter had finally arrived.

The Earth Realm experts looked at the letter in Huang Six’s hand and then at Tang Chi.

This letter determined the direction of this battle that involved the lives of hundreds of thousands of cultivators.

Tang Chi waved his hand and the envelope landed in her palm.

He clutched the envelope in his hand and looked at Huang Six. “What do you think this letter will say?”

Huang shook his head. “I don’t know what the letter says. I don’t know what Senior Brother Tang will do. I just want to save Sister Ping.”

With that, he held Gao Xiaoxuan’s hand and left slowly.

Tang Chi’s expression kept changing as he held the envelope in his hand. At last, he snorted coldly.

He glanced into the distance and disappeared.

“Fool.”

His whisper carried in the wind.

“What a fool.” One of the Earth Realm experts shook his head and muttered.

“A mortal indeed.” Someone chuckled and turned away.

…

Two hours later, an expert from the Cloud Nest Ridge headed to the rebel sect’s camp to represent the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s Young Master Tang Chi. At noon the next day, he would let go of the Great Dao and let these traitors leave.

Those who were willing to stay would stay.

Clear Wind Temple and the other sects had no objections.

In the tent, Tang Chi smiled when he heard the cheers outside.

“Heir, we’re just one step away,” a middle-aged man in a green robe behind him said excitedly.

If Han Muye was here, he would definitely recognize this person.

Qin Yuanhe.

Back then, Qin Yuanhe’s cultivation was broken by his sword and his fate was unknown.

At this moment, Qin Yuanhe did not have much cultivation. His eyes were turbid.

“Don’t call me ‘Heir’.”

Disgust flashed across Tang Chi’s face as he said coldly, “I’m not interested in what you’re asking for.

“I want to resolve the dispute on Fengshou Mountain in one battle and become famous in the Western Frontier. What you want is the passage under Cloud Nest Mountain.

“After this battle, we cut ties.”

Hearing Tang Chi’s words, Qin Yuanhe nodded and said with a smile, “Heir, don’t worry. After the power of the blood sacrifice breaks through this passage, the commander will lead us out of the Heavenly Mystic World and won’t contact you again.”

“Of course, if the heir is willing, the commander is more willing to take you out of this realm. After all, you’re his direct blood.”

Tang Chi did not speak. He just turned around and walked out of the tent.

Outside the tent, the cheers grew louder.

Qin Yuanhe, who was standing in the tent, shook his head with a happy expression.

“After planning for a thousand years, there’s finally hope.”

…

In the lee of a mountain forest, a bonfire crackled.

The aroma of roasted rabbit wafted over the fire.

Huang Six tore off a rabbit leg and handed it to Gao Xiaoxuan.

“Be careful. It’s hot.”

Gao Xiaoxuan nodded repeatedly as he eagerly reached out to take it and took a big bite.

The little white fox pawed at him as if it was hungry.

“You said that the Cloud Nest Ridge also has a sealing power?” Huang Six tore a small piece of meat and asked in a low voice as he chewed gently.

His teeth had never been very good.

“Yes, I only sensed the existence of this seal when I walked to the Cloud Nest Ridge. The passageway of this seal is much more hidden than the Nine Mystic Mountain.” Gao Xiaoxuan nodded and brought a bone to the little white fox’s mouth.

The little white fox did not mind.

Huang Six looked at the bonfire in front of him, his eyes reflecting the swaying flames.

“I just want to save Sister Ping and be a safe mortal. I really don’t want to let go of that unpredictable sealing power.”

Gao Xiaoxuan looked up at him.

The little white fox also stared at Huang Six.

…

The next day, the sun rose from the east and gradually hung in the sky.

At noon.

In front of Cloud Nest Mountain Range, teams of rebellious cultivators walked forward slowly with nervous expressions.

In a place filled with experts, even Earth Realm experts did not dare to fly rashly.

If they were in midair, they might be ambushed.

“Mr. Tang Chi, we came as agreed. Please give us a way out.”

Standing in front of the traitors was an old man in a gray robe.

Third level of the Golden Core Realm.

With such a cultivation level, he could even be an elder in a large sect.

With this old man leading the way, the Earth Realm experts beside him supported the morale of the rebel army.

“Hehe, Sect Master Hao, are you really not considering staying? My conditions are not lower than those in the Southern Wasteland, right?”

Tang Chi’s voice could be heard. He was standing on a piece of sycamore tree with several Earth Realm experts guarding him.

“Young Master Tang, as the saying goes, one should not go back to one’s past experience. I won’t stop them if they want to stay. If they don’t, I hope Young Master Tang can give them a way out.” The gray-robed old man looked at Tang Chi and said loudly.

Tang Chi nodded and waved.

In the forest behind him, blood essence and spiritual light soared into the sky before dispersing, leaving a path.

Joy flashed across the gray-robed elder’s face. He nodded and ran forward.

The others quickly followed.

Many cultivators seemed unwilling to leave and stood where they were.

In a moment, tens of thousands of cultivators were running in the forest.

Tang Chi, who was standing on the top of the tree, revealed a faint smile.

“Boom—”

There was a distant vibration in the sky.

That was the location of Fengshou Mountain.

The clouds kept rolling.

The fleeing traitors ran quickly, wanting to leave as soon as possible.

“That’s not right!”

Suddenly, the gray-robed old man’s expression changed and he roared, “There’s an array formation!”

As soon as he finished speaking, a green spiritual light rose around him.

Mist and flames rose, covering everyone who was fleeing.

Figures in red armor appeared in the fog, holding spears. The shadows of black Demon Bulls appeared on their bodies.

“Boom—”

The gray-robed old man who led the rebel army was forced back by a spear.

An old man in black armor strode forward with a spear in hand. He raised his hand and struck, causing a few Earth Realm experts to vomit blood.

“Red Flame—”

The old man barked.

“Decisive battle—”

Countless shouts echoed in the fog.

In the fog, countless people were killing silently.

Outside the forest, both the traitors and the experts who came with Tang Chi watched silently.

They could not see the fog. They only saw figures in red armor rushing into the forest and killing the dazed cultivators.

These people were Tang Chi’s backup plan!

Suddenly, everyone froze.

The smile on Tang Chi’s face disappeared, revealing ruthlessness.

“Boom—”

Huang Six, who was holding a long sword, moved through the forest. With one strike, he cut open the space in front of him.

Under his sword, both trees and cultivators were cut apart.

At this moment, there was a suppressing force on him.

With a slash of his sword, the power of the array formation dissipated.

Cultivators who were wandering around could find their way.

“Follow him!”

Someone followed behind Huang Six.

Huang Six brandished his sword and cut through the maze in front of him.

“Sister Ping…”

The fog dissipated. Among the dozens of cultivators in front of her, there was a female cultivator with her hands locked and her hair disheveled. Who else could it be but Lu Qingping?

At this moment, in Lu Qingping’s eyes, Huang Six’s figure was like an immortal god.

“Brother Zhenxiong…”

Tears flowed out of Lu Qingping’s eyes.

Back then, she had deliberately sold the sword and left behind clues. Later on, she heard that Sixth Brother had left the mountain and there were people searching for Sixth Sister-in-law everywhere.

Lu Qingping did not dare to let others know that Huang Six was looking for her.

But she was happy and secretly waiting.

At that time, she had hoped every day that Huang Six would come in his shining armor.

However, she did not expect the situation to turn out like this. Her identity had been exposed, and Clear Wind Temple and the other rebel sects used her as a bargaining chip.

At this moment, Lu Qingping was most afraid that Huang Six would save her.

Fortunately, Huang Six’s army had been recruited. With his own strength, he definitely could not come.

But now, Huang Six stood before her.

“Brother Zhenxiong, you’re so silly…” Lu Qingping said with a smile as tears flowed down her face.

Huang Six smiled back, showing his missing front teeth.

“Clang—”

A long sword was pressed against Lu Qingping’s neck. Daoist Feng Xu gritted his teeth and looked at Huang Six. “Take us out of here. Or I’ll kill her.”

Lu Qingping shook her head.

Huang Six nodded.

With a sweep of his sword, Huang Six turned and ran.

Daoist Feng Xu was delighted. He grabbed Lu Qingping and led the others to follow.

The fog did not seem to affect Huang Six at all. He held his sword and cut a path out of the forest.

Standing at the top of the tree, Tang Chi’s expression was ugly.

More and more people gathered behind Huang Six. The red armored soldiers who were attacking with the power of the fog could no longer be suppressed.

“Huang Six, are you really going to betray the Nine Mystic Sword Sect?”

Tang Chi gritted his teeth and shouted.

Huang Six stopped in his tracks and stood there.

“Sixth Brother, I’ll be at the Nine Mystic Mountain.”

At this moment, a clear voice could be heard.

In midair, a stream of light cut through the fog and hovered above the forest.

His white clothes fluttered in the wind, his hair was white, and he had two purple swords on his back.

Han Muye, the Sword Caretaker of the Sword Pavilion of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.

“Brother.” Huang grinned and slashed down with his sword.