Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Han Muye slowly got up and walked to the attic window.

“The blue represents the surrounding small towns, the green represents the gathering places of various small forces, and the gold represents the confirmed mineral deposits in various locations.”

Han Muye looked down and spoke slowly.

He had compiled information about the surrounding forces from those swords and transformed it into a detailed map.

With this map as a reference, he could do many things.

Han Muye’s gaze landed on Hu Liaochi. “The red represents the forces of the Green Wolf Clan and other powers I intend to expel and eliminate.

“In one month, I want these red dots to disappear.”

Within a radius of 100,000 miles, these nearly 100 red dots had to vanish.

The expressions on many people’s faces turned into fear.

Each of these red dots represented a power stronger than Yunlan Town itself.

Who exactly was this person in front of them, and what was his background, that he dared to have such arrogant thoughts?

Would his proclamation bring disaster to the entire Yunlan Town?

Many people quietly retreated, ready to leave Yunlan Town and the surrounding area of 10,000 miles while the chaos had not yet erupted.

Han Muye scanned the surroundings, observing everyone’s actions.

Driving away evil and avoiding calamity was justifiable.

He turned to look at Hu Liaochi below.

“You don’t have much time left.”

Han Muye waved his hand, and a golden incense, about 10 feet tall, ignited.

He pointed atat the nearest red dot on the light screen closest to Yunlan Town.

“In three days, we’ll destroy this place first.”

Hu Liaochi turned around and stared at the red dot on the light screen. His figure returned to the appearance of a black-robed man.

A murderous intent gleamed in his eyes as he slowly turned his head to look at Han Muye. “The encampment of the Green Grass Ridge. Alright, I’ll wait for you there.

“You come and kill me.”

After speaking, he transformed into a wolf and let out a long howl, summoning nearly a hundred voices from inside and outside the town. Then, green giant wolves gathered together and fled with him.

Chaos erupted in the town.

Han Muye stood in the attic with a deep gaze.

“What is the meaning behind Han Brother’s actions?” Zhao Chen asked, puzzled, as he looked at Han Muye standing in front of him.

“To establish dominance,” Elder Chu, who seldom spoke, said softly.

“We have been immersed in the business path for too long, accustomed to prosperity through harmony,” Zuo Baichou nodded and whispered as he looked at the chaotic cultivators ahead.

“That’s right, if we want to suppress a party, we must exert both kindness and power.” Zhang Zhenbiao pointed to the blue and red dots on the light screen.

“There’s a golden dot next to the encampment of the Green Grass Mountain Range, which represents a mineral mine.

“If we drive the Green Wolf Clan away, this mineral deposit will naturally fall into the hands of our Yunlan Town.

“With the benefits from this mineral deposit, we can bring back those who left.”

Zhang Zhenbiao had been holding down the fort for more than a thousand years, so he was very familiar with such methods.

But he knew that if it were him, he wouldn’t dare to do such things.

Because this wasn’t the Transient Wasteland or under the rule of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect.

This was the Yunteng Wasteland, where there were no rules.

Only strength mattered.

And Han Muye happened to possess that strength.

He looked up at Han Muye, whose face was calm and had a faint flow of sword light, with a glimmer of anticipation in his eyes.

He had placed everything on this Junior Brother Han, hoping he hadn’t made a mistake.

“Boom!”

Half a day later, there was a rumbling sound coming from the western sky.

A greenish-gray demonic light flashed and tore through the flowing clouds in the sky, descending towards Yunlan Town.

The surging gusts it caused were like thunder.

Everyone within a hundred miles of the town looked up.

At this moment, only 20 percent of the people in the town remained in the town.

The rest were outside the town, watching from a distance.

“It’s the Demon Sage of the Green Wolf Clan.”

Becoming a sage through demonic cultivation.

Such an expert was already a presence that could suppress an area of thousands of miles.

“I know that there are three demon sages on Green Grass Mountain. Among them, the most violent one is the green wolf demon, Chu Jiwu.”

Outside Yunlan Town, an old man in a light golden robe narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice, “Let’s stay away. The battle between Sages will cause mountains to collapse and the ground to crack.”

The world in the Immortal World was stable and it was difficult to break through the void.

However, these powerhouses who had reached the Human Immortal Realm were already extremely powerful. It was easy for them to move mountains and crush mountains with a single strike.

“Kid, you really have a death wish by provoking our Green Wolf Sacred Clan…”

The howls of wolves could be heard from the void, followed by a loud shout.

The phantom of a 1,000-foot-long green wolf smashed down from the sky and headed towards the center of Cloud Water Town.

Han Muye stood there, and the sword light on his body had already appeared, luring the demon to find it.

Zhao Chen and the others looked at each other and retreated to the side.

If Han Muye wanted to establish dominance, he naturally had to take action himself.

He hadn’t made a move during the occupation of Yunlan Town before.

“Clang—”

The sound of a long sword being unsheathed resonated.

Its melodious tone could be heard for hundreds of miles.

“What a good sword!”

“At least a treasure!”

“Could it be an elite from the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect?”

All eyes and spiritual senses turned towards the source of the sword light.

A 1,000-foot-long sword light, with a faint golden cold gleam amidst the green.

Even from a hundred miles away, this sword light sent chills down people’s spines.”

“Sword Immortal!”

“Not just a Sword Immortal, this sword contains the power of thunder, fire, and earth. Once unleashed, it will surely destroy heaven and earth.”

The sword flew out.

Everyone wanted to witness the battle between this Sword Immortal and the Great Demon.

A battle between such a sword immortal and a demon sage in the wasteland undoubtedly would be an extraordinary spectacle.

Such a battle might not be seen in a hundred years.

The higher one’s cultivation, the less likely one was to provoke conflicts lightly.

“Good timing—”

The green wolf, shrouded in demonic aura, shouted loudly and extended its claw.

The 100-foot-long wolf claw slammed down at the sword light, as if it wanted to shatter it into pieces.