Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

There were no rules on the Yunlan Wasteland.

These scattered small towns simply followed the rules of balance, engaging in their own transactions and spontaneously forming.

Perhaps there were some powerful individuals suppressing them, but not many.

For example, at this moment, Zhang Zhenbiao swung his long sword and slaughtered all the immortal cultivators and great demons blocking his path. Those whose cultivation was insufficient could only meet their demise, and even those who could withstand it quietly retreated.

Although Zhang Zhenbiao and his companions were not wearing the robes of the Sword Sect, the aura of their swordplay clearly resembled that of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect.

The Mystic Spirit Sword Sect was a dominant force throughout the entire Fuyu Immortal Realm. Who would dare provoke them?

The 100 trial disciples did not hesitate and followed behind Zhang Zhenbiao, rushing into the small town.

After forming a simple sword formation, the combined strength of these trial disciples and Zhang Zhenbiao was enough to sweep through this small town, which wasn’t very big.

No one dared to resist.

After all, Han Muyeo’s sword light hung high.

Besides, Yunlan Town was just a makeshift residence assembled by various forces. Who would be willing to risk their lives for a place that had no real ownership?

In less than two hours, Zhang Zhenbiao and his companions took control of the entire town.

In truth, it was meaningless for cultivators and the great demons to have control over this town.

If they took control, the residents would leave and never return.

It was likely that today the town was under control, but by tomorrow, Yunlan Town would disappear, and these people would gather elsewhere.

That was the Yunteng Wasteland.

It was precisely because of this lack of focus that various forces couldn’t establish strongholds or truly control the wasteland.

Here, it was only when resources were truly demonstrated to their fullest extent that everything mattered.

Next to the central square of Yunlan Town, Han Muye sat upright in a two-story small attic.

In front of him were a few cultivators in green and gray robes. Among them were two half-demons and a Heaven Realm manifestation demon.

Half-demons were cultivators who cultivated the bloodline technique of the demon race. Their combat strength was mainly based on the power of the demon race, and they were known collectively as cultivators who kept transforming into demons.

In a sense, Han Muye was actually a half-demon cultivator.

He had refined the bloodline power of Baxia and Kui.

However, he did not seek to transform into a demon, nor did he mainly cultivate the power of the demon race.

At this moment, although these people stood there with a respectful expression, their eyes revealed no trace of submission.

“Everyone, my surname is Han. I came to Yunlan Town to accomplish something,” Han Muye looked up at the indifferent group of experts and spoke softly.

These people were the strong individuals in Yunlan Town, gathered here for various reasons.

The strongest among them was already a peak Human Immortal Heavenly Venerable.

That greater demon was also at the peak of the Half-Sage realm.

However, Han Muye’s words fell on deaf ears.

Their expressions remained unchanged.

They were all people who had been in the wasteland for a long time and would not commit themselves unless success was certain.

Naturally, Han Muye had gathered them together because he wanted to subdue them and make them serve him.

But this was the Yunteng Wasteland, and there were some things that were simply impossible.

Zhang Zhenbiao, who was standing on the side, emanated a strong sword intent.

However, it didn’t intimidate these people at all.

Eliminating all the strong individuals in an attempt to control a place would cause everyone to disperse. It would be difficult to maintain control then.

Han Muye waved his hand and lightly tapped the hilt of a green-colored broken sword.

On the long table in front of him, there were more than 10 long swords of various styles.

After Han Muye finished speaking, he fell silent and continued to explore the images in his mind, summarizing the information he obtained from these swords.

In the pavilion, the atmosphere grew slightly heavy, with only the sound of Han Muye’s fingers tapping on the sword hilt.

After 10 minutes, the great demon couldn’t help but say in a low voice, “What exactly do you want?”

Behind him, a green wolf shadow appeared.

Although the others did not move, they were all on guard.

Han Muye slowly withdrew his finger and then raised his hand to give it a pat.

“Boom!”

A stream of green immortal light turned into a torrent and directly hit the chest of the great demon, sending it flying out of the pavilion.

“Hu Liaochi, go back and tell your Wasteland Green Wolf Clan that they have three days to get out of the area within a radius of 100,000 miles from Yunlan Town. Otherwise, I will wipe you all out.”

Han Muye’s voice resounded throughout the town, causing everyone’s expressions to change.

Hu Liaochi, that was a great demon of the Green Wolf Clan.

Although the Green Wolf Clan was not a dominant force on the wasteland that could suppress a region, they were considered local tyrants within a radius of millions of miles.

Various forces had no choice but to tolerate the various demon tribes on the wasteland and let them be.

After all, the Yunteng Wasteland bordered the Bitter Immortal Realm, and it was possible that there were arrangements by the Immortal Demon Kings of the Bitter Immortal Realm behind them.

Now, Han Muye was actually threatening them and demanding that the Green Wolf Tribe leave the area within a hundred thousand miles.

Even if the Green Wolf Tribe wanted to comply,

it would be impossible to leave within three days.

As Hu Liaochi was sent flying and his body expanded, transforming into a 30-foot-long green wolf with bared teeth and a pervasive demonic aura.

Both the cultivators inside the attic and those watching from outside quietly retreated.

In Han Muye’s hand, strands of green spiritual light converged, eventually forming a thousand-foot-long light screen that appeared in the sky above the central square of the town.

On that light screen, various lines crisscrossed, and there were small dots in green, blue, gold, and red.

“This is a map of the area within a hundred thousand li around Yunlan Town!” someone recognized what was displayed on the light curtain and couldn’t help but exclaim.

“The lines look somewhat like trade routes in various places, but the dots…” someone murmured in confusion.

“The green dots should represent the town’s strongholds. I can see where Yunlan Town is located, and the blue and gold dots…”