Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 335: Comprehending the Mortal World, Han Muye Enters the Grandmaster Realm of Confucianism (2)Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

When Han Muye’s soul descended, the young princess frowned and looked around.

Her features were picture-perfect, and her phoenix eyes were amorous. Although she was wearing men’s clothes, her charm was still stunning.

If she wore women’s clothes and danced, she would really live up to her reputation as the number one beauty in Jinchuan.

It seemed that this was Princess Yunjin.

Han Muye’s soul only glanced at her briefly before returning to his main body and becoming one with the Spell of the Mortal World in his divine treasure.

A small smile appeared on his face.

He had this sort of soul-splitting experience a few times before.

Either at the beginning of cultivating a powerful cultivation technique when his soul would guide him, or during a battle when his soul power would be activated to the limit.

Every time his soul was split, the benefit was that his soul power could be refined.

For example, this time, there was an additional drop of water in Han Muye’s divine treasure.

This water droplet was the accumulation of the power of the Jinchuan River.

With this water droplet, his water-type affinity was limitless.

Previously, he had obtained the blessings of the Western Frontier. His earth lineage was at the maximum level. He was down-to-earth and invincible.

At this moment, with this drop of water in him, he could travel freely among the water lineages of the world and even attract the attention of the water-type demons.

Moreover, it was much more convenient to refine pills with the power of the water lineage.

The power of the water lineage soothed his meridians and complemented his Nine Suns Technique.

Surprise.

With this unexpected gain, Han Muye was in a good mood.

The decorated lanterns lit up and the river was as bright as day.

As they danced and sang, the world went soft.

“It’s so nice to be a mortal…” Tan Tan whispered as she lay on the long table and watched the graceful dance below.

Han Muye shook his head.

Tan Tan, who had grown up on Green Wheat Mountain, naturally felt that the mortals on the Jinchuan River were exciting. However, she did not know that in the mortal world, there was not only singing and dancing, but also life, old age, illness, and death. There was also poverty.

Today, Tan Tan only saw the glamorous side of the Jinchuan River.

She couldn’t see the bottom of the Jinchuan River which was covered with human bones.

The show in the hall below was indeed exciting.

There was a group of women dancing like immortals on the platform. Their slender waists were supple and they were as soft as water. It made people show tenderness toward them.

There was also a woman in brocade clothes. Her singing was loud and clear. As she sang, the cabin fell silent.

The songs were good and the dancing was good. It made people reluctant to leave.

In the hall, many people were intoxicated by now.

A green-robed scholar shouted the name of the woman on the stage and declared that he would marry no one but her.

There was a dilapidated Confucian scholar holding a wine glass and swaying. He recited a poem that no one could understand, and laughed and cried at the same time.

It was pleasurable sitting at a high place and taking in the sights.

Liao Chen turned around and saw that Han Muye’s eyes were shining. He was slightly stunned, then shook his head and said, “Brother Han is indeed not an ordinary person. With all that’s going on around, you can actually be aloof.”

Transcendental.

Han Muye looked around the lofts.

There were many people sitting around.

These important people were in the hall looking down at the people below. They could use this to sharpen their conscience.

The green-robed scholar who shouted the woman’s name did not know that the woman who was unattainable to him would stay overnight at the whim of those people in the loft.

Those downtrodden scholars who were crying and laughing might not know that the women they could not forget in their entire lives might have been abandoned by the men in the loft.

The prosperity of the Central Continent could not hide the coldness of the world.

At this moment, a faint Great Spirit moved gently in Han Muye’s body before disappearing.

However, the moment this Great Spirit appeared faintly, Liao Chen’s entire body trembled and he was completely stunned.

The Great Spirit was compatible with the will of the people. the techniques of Heaven and Earth, and the Grandmaster Realm!

Is Han Muye a Confucianist Grandmaster? he wondered.

There were no Grandmasters in Shuxi but Liao Chen had heard rumors about them.

He knew that those who could become grandmasters in the world were all famous scholars with literary fame.

Every one of them had cultivated for countless years.

How could Young Master Han Muye be a Confucianist Grandmaster?

When he wanted to take a closer look, Han Muye’s Great Spirit, which had just broken through, had already been restrained.

“Young Master Liao, what’s wrong?” Han Muye turned around with a smile.

“Uh, no, nothing.” The only thing Liao Chen could think of was that he was seeing things.

Of course he wasn’t seeing things.

Han Muye had already reached the peak of the Confucian Dao Master Realm. Today, he finally broke through and reached the Grandmaster Realm.

After the Great Spirit entered the Grandmaster Realm, Han Muye immediately understood many things that he had not understood before.

For example, the feeling of being an outsider was like being in the second level of the Heavenly realm of the cultivation world, the Out of Body Realm.

His soul left his body and traveled thousands of miles.

However, Han Muye’s true cultivation level had not reached the Out of Body realm. It was just a coincidence that his soul had such a method.

He did not know in the past that his soul would leave his body without any protection. If he encountered an expert, he could shatter his soul with a wave of his hand.

He wasn’t dead. What an ignorant fool I am, he thought. I’m lucky to have escaped death.

At this moment, when the Great Spirit reached the Grandmaster Realm, it could transform into a body, leave an incarnation, and lock the soul.

This was a true Confucian Daoist’s might. His words were law, and he traveled thousands of miles every day.

The Great Spirit protected the soul and was even stronger than his body.