Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Tuoba Cheng laughed but did not speak again.

Since Han Muye mentioned this, he naturally had his own plans.

Han Muye left the hall and did not return to the Sword Pavilion immediately. Instead, he turned around and went to the library.

In front of the long table on the second floor, Huang Zhihu was lying at a long table, writing stroke by stroke.

Beside her, Cui Helian, the deacon elder of the library, stood with a straight face with his hands behind his back.

When Han Muye came, Cui Helian simply nodded indifferently.

Han Muye did not say anything. After Huang Zhihu finished writing a page and looked up, he smiled and said, “Your handwriting has improved a lot today.”

“Zhihu greets Foster Father.” Huang Zhihu put down the ink brush, stood up, cupped her hands, and bowed to Han Muye.

Han Muye nodded and looked at Cui Helian. “Elder Cui, I’m going down the mountain to the Southern Wasteland with Zhihu in a few days. Let’s put her studies aside for the time being.”

Hearing that she was going to leave her studies and go to the Southern Wasteland, Huang Zhihu’s expression changed, and her eyes were filled with a bright light.

Cui Helian nodded and said, “Senior Brother Han, it’s more urgent for you to arrange something important.”

After saying that, he turned to look at Huang Zhihu. “You mustn’t forget to study every day.”

There was a faint Great Spirit flowing around his body. His figure and aura were completely different from three years ago.

In Jinyang City, Cui Helian taught Huang Zhihu while comprehending the secular world and successfully cultivated the Great Spirit.

With the help of the Great Spirit, his spiritual energy cultivation also broke through the bottleneck.

Huang Zhihu responded by bowing respectfully to Cui Helian. Then she packed up her brush and ink, carried her book bag, and walked to Han Muye’s side.

“Elder Cui, the White Deer Mountain Academy in the Central Continent lacks instructors. Can you go to the White Deer Mountain?” Han Muye left a letter and led Huang Zhihu downstairs.

Confucianism was truly prosperous in the Central Continent.

If Cui Helian wanted to cultivate Confucianism more deeply, he had to go to the Central Continent.

Hearing Han Muye’s words, joy flashed across Cui Helian’s face. He picked up the envelope on the table with both hands and saw that it was empty except for a few words on the envelope.

To Dongfang Shu, Han Mu.

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Three days later, the spiritual light on the Nine Mystic Mountain flourished, and three thousand-foot-long flying ships soared into the sky.

The aura of this trip was incomparable.

This was the prestige of the number one sect in the Western Frontier.

Along the way, various sects came to visit and escort them as usual.

The flying ship traveled 8,000 miles a day. It was not until half a month later that they left the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s territory.

After becoming the number one sect in the Western Frontier, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s power had expanded by more than half.

This was only the beginning.

After the flying ship left the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, its speed began to increase. In less than three days, it arrived at Fengshou Mountain.

Passing by Cloud Nest Ridge, all the flying ships stopped. Han Muye led Huang Zhihu around the Ridge.

“When I grow up, I’ll definitely find Father.”

Huang Zhihu clenched her fists and shouted.

Han Muye smiled and nodded, reaching out to stroke the little girl’s hair.

When Sixth Brother sees this little girl, will he smile until his teeth can’t be seen? he wondered.

When the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s flying ships arrived at the Cloud Nest Ridge, other flying ships rose and lined up to welcome them.

Spiritual light filled the sky, illuminating the sky over 10,000 miles.

“So beautiful…”

Huang Zhihu, who was leaning against the window, muttered.

The disciples of the Sword Sect stood tall and straight at the bow of the flying ship with a serious expression.

However, there was an uncontrollable power surging from their bodies.

This power fused with the sword intent, blood essence, and spiritual qi, turning into a huge sword phantom.

This was the prestige of the number one sect in the Western Frontier.

If they did not become the number one sect in the Western Frontier, how could they obtain the respect of thousands of sects?

If they did not become the number one sect in the Western Frontier, how could they have the glory they had today?

“Greetings, Patriarch Tao Ran.”

“Greetings, Elder Han.”

“Immortal Han, that’s Immortal Han!”

“I saw that person last time. It’s Song Seven from the Nine Mystic Sword Sect. He’s really a sword expert.”

“To attempt the impossible. Do you see that? The one with the dual swords on his back. It’s said that his fallen junior brother is deeply in love with him. Unfortunately, it can only be impossible to achieve…”

…

Countless gazes landed on Han Muye, then turned to Huang Zhihu, who was being held by him.

Huang Zhihu was currently wearing a moon-white brocade robe. Her hair was tied into a Daoist bun, and a small sword hung from her waist. She carried a small bag diagonally on her back.

She looked like a child from a Daoist sect.

“That is…” Someone looked at Huang Zhihu and said blankly, “Immortal Han’s disciple, or…”

“That’s Sixth Brother’s legitimate daughter. Immortal Han raised her as his own daughter,” someone said solemnly.

Sixth Brother’s daughter.

The elite disciples who participated in the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s succession ceremony last time knew Huang Zhihu’s identity.

“So she’s Sixth Brother’s daughter. If Sixth Brother hadn’t sacrificed himself in Cloud Nest Ridge, I would have been killed by the Greater Demon.” The young Daoist priest who spoke stuffed a hand into his pocket and began to search.

“It’s really hard to find a gift that’s suitable for a little girl. Is an eighth grade pill not good enough?

“Seventh grade pill? Last time, I saw He Ziyang from the Jinyang Daoist Sect give her a seventh grade supreme grade pill.” The person who spoke grinned. “I happened to have a thousand-year-old spiritual herb at that time. It was not shabby to take it out.”

Shameful.

The eighth grade pill he was about to take out was stuffed back.

…

On Fengshou Mountain, the teams from the various sects stayed for 10 days.

In the past 10 days, all the sects had escorted the elders and the leading disciples had naturally met up several times.

The elite disciples of the various sects also gathered in private.

Unfortunately, Immortal Han of the Sword Pavilion was busy. He only brought Huang Zhihu to meet the elites of the various sects twice and did not appear again.

However, Huang Zhihu would definitely attend every gathering.

The maid servant, Yun Di, held Huang Zhihu’s hand and greeted everyone they met.

She was Huang Six’s daughter, Han Muye’s adopted daughter, and had the lowest seniority.

Over the past few days, Huang Zhihu counted the greeting gifts given by these martial aunts and uncles several times.

They were all elites of various sects. They were rich and generous.

Huang Zhihu’s memory was outstanding. She was able to recount who gave what when she brought the gifts back.

Han Muye would briefly introduce the people he remembered.

“Zhu Dasheng from the Clear Moon Sect? He only gave me a Beauty Retaining Jade Fruit. This guy’s swordsmanship is ordinary, but his temperament is still lacking. Last time, I saw him being chased by demon beasts.

“Li Jing? The one who uses the Dream Circle Sword Technique like a god? He’s not skilled but he’s quite generous.”

As Huang Zhihu watched Yun Di help her count the treasures, she quietly listened to Han Muye’s words before repeating them to people at the next gathering.

“My foster father said that Martial-Uncle Zhu Dasheng of the Clear Moon Dao Sect has extraordinary sword techniques and dao techniques. He will definitely obtain a huge opportunity this time.

“My foster father said that Martial-Aunt Li Jing of the Four Swords Sect is good at the Dream Circle Sword Technique. This time, she will definitely shine in the secret realm.

“My foster father said…”

All those who were named gave her valuable treasures.

Hearing Han Muye’s comments, the sect elites looked excited.

Immortal Han’s words were affirmative.

“Huhu remembers Immortal Han’s evaluation of Martial Aunt. You’ve really worked hard. This is an amulet refined from Yinghe Chalcedony. Keep it.” A female cultivator in green took out a sparkling and translucent jade talisman and handed it to Huang Zhihu.

Huang Zhihu held the jade talisman and nodded. “Don’t worry, Martial-Aunt. I’ll definitely tell Foster Father that today, Martial-Aunt gave me another good treasure.

“Foster father said that we have to remember the kindness of others when they give us gifts. If there’s a chance, we have to repay them.”

Immortal Han’s repayment?

The elites of the various sects reached into their bags again.