Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

The pill cauldron visibly shrank.

100,000 feet, 50,000 feet, 10,000 feet.

When the cauldron was only 1,000 feet away, the medicinal garden ahead fell into silence.

The cauldron became 10 feet long. The lightning on it had already condensed and emitted a dazzling halo.

Outsiders were unable to open their eyes.

After a hundred breaths, the lightning stabilized and condensed into a fist-sized lightning bead.

Countless spiritual patterns intertwined on the lightning bead, and there was even the phantom of a huge tree constantly churning within.

It was an existence that could be called a divine treasure!

By using the power of thunder, it refined a powerful demon comparable to a Dao Ancestor, capable of battling a Heavenly Venerable, and transformed it into a top-tier lightning bead!

Possessing this bead meant controlling thunder and wielding the Heavenly Tribulation!

"Those who wish to undergo tribulation can use this bead as a medium.

"Those who do not wish to undergo tribulation can stay in the Imperial Medicine Garden as guardians.

"The rules of the Divine Court state that the spirits of demons cannot be used as medicine.

"But that doesn\'t mean they cannot be used for refining."

With the lightning bead in his hand, Han Muye stated his bottom line.

These demons either transformed into demon bodies through his lightning beads and condensed into figures. In the future, they would be demons.

Or they could stay in the Imperial Medicine Garden and continue to hold their positions.

But they all had to submit.

Otherwise, they would be used for refining, just like the giant tree from earlier.

Abiding by the rules and demonstrating his strength.

At this moment, inside and outside the herb garden, everyone\'s hearts trembled as they stared at the lightning bead.

The power of this lightning bead directly suppressed a formidable demon.

The inheritor of the Divine Emperor\'s legacy stood before them, basing his cultivation on alchemy and refining a lightning bead that reached the pinnacle of the art of artifacts.

Such a method was astonishingly extraordinary.

"Such a method, truly… truly…" Behind Li Qingshi, an old man with a white beard stroked his beard and murmured to himself.

Huang Six squinted his eyes and looked at Han Muye.

His own cultivation had also reached the stage where he needed to explore the Great Dao.

Although his strength was formidable, he lacked some comprehension of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.

Seeing Han Muye\'s methods at this moment, he suddenly gained a bit of enlightenment.

Standing on the side, Gao Xiaoxuan was filled with confusion, muttering to himself incessantly, "Refining artifacts, refining pills, the great paths in the world are interconnected, different paths leading to the same destination, different paths leading to the same destination, different paths leading to the same destination…"

A tremor of golden aura emanated from him, as his originally middle-aged appearance visibly transformed into that of a young man.

A lightning bead brought immeasurable inspiration to everyone.

The great demons in the Imperial Medicine Garden stood there, some filled with fear, some bewildered, and some hesitant.

"Senior Brother, let me do it."

Mu Wan walked forward, held the lightning bead with both hands, and slowly walked forward.

A green halo slowly rose from her body, and the phantom of a green sky-reaching tree appeared.

"It\'s, it\'s her!"

"It\'s the Green Whip, no, it\'s the Sky Reaching Tree!"

In the Imperial Medicine Garden, there was an exclamation, and green spiritual light surged as if to cover the heavens and earth.

Mu Wan walked into the Imperial Medicine Garden, and the green light gradually dissipated, causing the illusions of the spiritual herbs to dissipate.

After half a day, Mu Wan walked out of the Imperial Medicine Garden, followed by more than 10 figures dressed in various colored robes.

These were the demons in the Imperial Medicine Garden who had chosen to transcend the lightning tribulation under the guidance of the lightning bead and transform into demon bodies.

"Senior Brother." Mu Wan returned the lightning bead to Han Muye with a smile.

Han Muye nodded and looked at the demons who had followed Mu Wan out.

"Greetings, Your Majesty."

The group of demons bowed.

Han Muye waved his hand and asked them all to rise.

Among these great demons, several possessed the power of Heavenly Venerables.

Although they would be slightly inferior in battle against these great demons, it was enough to be a deterrent.

In the current cultivation world, with the Heavenly Venerables reigning, who would dare to go against them?

Han Muye did not enter the Imperial Medicine Garden.

Li Qingshi and other alchemists followed behind Mu Wan and entered the Imperial Medicine Garden to collect medicinal herbs.

Originally, they imagined rushing into the medicinal garden and dividing numerous spirit herbs, earning abundant rewards.

But the result was that everyone devoutly followed Mu Wan and the great demons in the Imperial Medicine Garden, witnessing each and every rare and extinct immortal medicine.

The alchemy disciples were all filled with admiration, facing those immortal medicines that they had never seen before but had long heard of, as well as those spiritual herbs that had been cultivating for countless years and had already transformed into powerful medicinal properties.

Sometimes, it wasn\'t necessary to actually pick these herbs.

Even if these herbs were picked, was there anyone in this realm who could refine them into pills?

Even if they were refined into pills, who would consume them?

Who would be willing, who would be qualified?

Worldly wealth and treasures, when they reached a certain level, were not necessarily meant to be cashed in, but rather kept as a foundation.

For high-level cultivators, a mountain of spiritual rocks was still not comparable to a single spiritual herb or a magical treasure.

This was the world of great cultivators.

Unbeknownst to them, whether it was Han Muye or the people he associated with, they had already reached this level.

They were not worried about spiritual rocks.

When those alchemists came out of the Imperial Medicine Garden, their expressions became more respectful, and even their gazes softened.

The accumulated spirit herbs over countless years were not just endless wealth but also a pilgrimage, a reverence for the precious herbs in the world.

Originally, these spiritual herbs were only materials used in alchemy for the cultivation of the alchemists.

However, in the Imperial Medicine Garden, the spiritual herbs were sentient.

Every single herb here had its own species and a long lineage.

Each herb was not just medicine; it was life, history, and belonged to the history of alchemy.

Walking into the Royal Medicine Garden and coming out with empty hands.

But instead of feeling annoyed, these alchemists were filled with joy.

Compared to the expansion of their horizons and the elevation of their state of mind, the external spiritual herbs and immortal medicines were incomparable.

"For alchemists like us, being able to enter the Imperial Medicine Garden once is unforgettable and brings lifelong benefits." Li Qingshi stood outside the Imperial Medicine Garden, looking at the slowly enveloped garden in green spiritual light, and sighed softly.

"That\'s easy. In the future, we can arrange for a hundred people to come and observe in the Imperial Medicine Garden every 10 years." Han Muye looked at Mu Wan.

Mu Wan smiled and nodded.

The great demons here were all tamed by Mu Wan. As the wielder of the Grass Whip, Mu Wan had the ability to nurture both the spiritual herbs and the great demons here.

After staying outside the Imperial Medicine Garden for a few days, three flying ships rose into the air.

This time, the flying ships carried a hundred great demons, over a thousand soldiers, and three military commanders guarding the left Imperial City.

Xia Zhenhu, Zhu Yuanshan, and Duan Min, along with several personal guards, followed Han Muye to serve as his escorts.

The three of them were all at the level of Sage, and with the formation of the personal guards, their fighting strength was formidable.

As they traversed through the void and the flying boats rushed out of the chaotic stone area, a rumbling explosion sounded.

Xia Zhenhu raised his hand and a military formation flew out, blocking the looming figures that were attacking the flying ships.

"Boom!"

The spear stabbed forward, stirring up a blood-colored light screen that blocked the phantom that was charging down.

"Kill!"

A loud shout resounded in the void as black figures descended, spreading out like locusts towards the flying ships.

"Indeed, there are always some insects who don\'t know their own limitations." Huang Six, who landed in front of Han Muye, sneered.

Although Han Muye\'s journey from the Medicine Valley to this place was secretive, it was not a big secret.

But for someone to dare to come and assassinate him, even with his Heavenly Mystic identity, they must have been blinded by greed for wealth.

"Seeking death." Xia Zhenhu stood on the deck, leaped into the air, and thrust his blood-colored spear forward.

The flowing light transformed into a majestic dragon, crashing into the void ahead and splitting into a thousand intertwining dragons, wreaking havoc.

All the descending shadows were locked by the dragons, struggling and roaring.

A few figures fled in a sorry state, but were ultimately caught by the dragons and held on the deck.

"How dare you assassinate His Majesty? Who gave you the audacity?" Xia Zhenhu pressed his foot against the neck of a black-robed cultivator on the deck and shouted coldly.

The Daoist had a bewildered look on his face. He glanced around with trembling lips.

"Didn\'t they say that there\'s only a Divine Transformation leader?"

The others fell to the ground with confused expressions.

"Who told you that there\'s only a Divine Transformation leader here?" Han Muye walked forward and said softly.

The black-robed Daoist opened his mouth to speak, but his whole body trembled, and his form transformed into a black mist, enveloping Han Muye.

Han Muye chuckled and said indifferently, "Let me see where you\'re from."

As soon as he finished speaking, a golden sword phantom rose.

His Primordial Spirit left his body and traveled thousands of miles in an instant!

In a void, a black-robed old man suddenly opened his eyes, filled with horror as he looked at the golden sword that appeared before him, seemingly out of nowhere.