Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Watching Han Muye slowly walk forward, the Immortal Realm cultivator’s face changed, unsure of how to respond.

“I feel that you are very familiar,” he said.

At that moment, a voice arose from behind the Immortal Realm cultivator.

Princess Mo Yue.

Familiar?

How could that be possible?

Princess Mo Yue had never left the Mo Chu since she was born.

A glint of light flashed in the eyes of the Immortal Realm cultivator.

There was only one possibility.

This princess, with innate talent and an infinite wood attribute affinity, was born from a reincarnated soul from the Outer Realm.

There had been such speculations among the royal family, but due to various checks revealing nothing, and because of the chaos, the matter was not pursued further.

“Of course you’re familiar,” Han Muye said with a smile on his face, stepping forward slowly.

Although there was neither pressure nor a murderous aura coming from him, the people of Mo Chu in front still unconsciously made way.

The Immortal Realm cultivator hesitated for a moment before taking a step back.

Han Muye looked at Princess Mo Yue in front of him.

This body, carrying a sliver of reincarnated soul, still resembled Sister Mu Wan.

However, it could be that Sister Mu Wan did it on purpose, as her soul was not fully awake and she did not reveal the memories within.

Thus, looking at Han Muye, there was a hint of confusion in her eyes.

“You are my junior sister,” Han Muye said as he approached, speaking softly.

“Junior sister…” Princess Mo Yue nodded, still looking puzzled.

“No wonder I felt you were especially familiar.”

“Now that you are here, my mind is at ease,” she said.

The words of Princess Mo Yue stirred the emotions of everyone around, especially the Immortal Realm cultivator who was a devotee of the Mo Chu royal family, turning their gazes onto Han Muye.

The familiarity that Princess Mo Yue spoke of was a sensation from within the soul.

It seemed that the princess was indeed a powerful being from the Outer Realm, descended into this world.

If so, could they use the princess and the power of this Sword Pool fighter in front of them?

“Heh, since we are one family, then I am reassured,” an elder said.

“Everyone, this place is still not safe, it is not a place to stay for long.”

Although the elder spoke to everyone, his gaze was fixed solely on Han Muye.

Han Muye nodded and turned to look into the distance.

Where the sky met the sea, there were layers of waves surging.

Over there, the strong fighters from the Linglong Ruins Realm were coming at a swift speed.

Having been thwarted in their plans this time, those from the Divine Source Heavenly Palace were certainly not willing to let it go.

“Let’s go,” Han Muye said, turning to look at the Lingxiao Heavenly Palace disciples still kneeling on the ground.

“Take us to the Lingxiao Heavenly Palace.”

To the Lingxiao Heavenly Palace!

On hearing Han Muye’s words, everyone’s faces showed joy.

In the entire Tiger Spirit Ruins Realm, where was the strongest power, the best place for cultivators?

Of course, it was the Lingxiao Heavenly Palace.

Whether it was Mystic Qin, Mo Chu, or the strong ones from the Heavenly Tang Empire, their ultimate destination was the Lingxiao Heavenly Palace.

Only the truly strong among the Sword Pavilion disciples would eventually be entitled to go there for their cultivation.

Who among those present did not dream of entering the palace one day?

But could they enter the palace just on the word of this man before them?

Everyone turned to look at the Lingxiao Heavenly Palace disciple who was slowly getting up.

“Disciple obeying orders,” the disciple said, bowing to Han Muye, then stepping back humbly with a look of reverence on his face.

He flung his hand, releasing a flying vessel shaped like a long shuttle with spiritual symbols intertwined on it.

The flying vessel, thirty feet long, suspended in midair.

In just a moment, everyone boarded the flying vessel and sped off.

When the waves in the distance roared over, and dozens of strong figures with solemn auras and shining immortal light landed, there was no longer a trace of anyone from Mo Chu on the island.

“Hmph, think you can escape? Not so easy,” sneered someone.

“Issue the command from the Immortal Sovereign, mobilize the army, besiege the Lingxiao Heavenly Palace.”

“The insignificant Tiger Spirit Ruins Realm would have been destroyed long ago by our Divine Source Heavenly Palace if not for its refining weapons legacy,” someone declared.

At that order, countless soldiers advanced to the roaring waves, stirring up a tidal surge.

In just a moment, the space between heaven and earth was filled with collisions of immortal light and blood essence, creating turmoil.

Those leading figures moved at extreme speeds, covering a hundred miles in a breath.

Although the flying vessel ahead was fast, it was caught up after half a day.

“Elder, I will go and confront the enemy,” said the Lingxiao Heavenly Palace disciple steering the flying vessel, turning to look back with a determined expression.

He knew Han Muye’s identity.

In such a situation, he certainly had to take action.

Zhao Minghe and others also stood up.

Han Muye’s expression remained the same. Glancing at Princess Mo Yue beside him, he shook his head, “No need.”

“Xu Jue and Luo Kun will handle it.”

Xu Jue?

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Luo Kun?

Those are Great Venerable Xu Jue and Great Venerable Luo Kun!

These two are the strongest individuals in the Tiger Spirit Ruins Realm, the kings of the entire Tiger Spirit Ruins Realm!

Who dares to call them by name directly?

Everyone aboard the flying vessel was taken aback, subconsciously looking towards the Lingxiao Heavenly Palace disciple controlling the vessel.

They are not turning their faces?

Seeing the expression of the Lingxiao Heavenly Palace disciple named Qin Zhaolin, everyone’s expression turned even more stunned.

At this moment, not only did Qin Zhaolin not become angry, his expression seemed relieved, as if it was only natural.

“Boom——”

In the distance, a thunderous explosion sounded.

A golden-armored general towering ten thousand feet high landed with a punch that sent a curtain of water between heaven and earth soaring into the sky.

“The Mountain Guardian God General of Lingxiao Heavenly Palace!”

An exclamation came from the flying vessel.

With the appearance of this Divine General, one figure after another descended.

The presence of countless Lingxiao Heavenly Palace cultivators was so intense that it was suffocating, as they maneuvered immortal light, surrounding the flying vessel.

Each one of the arrivals was no less skilled in cultivation abilities than Qin Zhaolin.

“Kill.”

High in the sky, a long shout echoed.

A golden sword, ten thousand feet long, slashed down, triggering a tidal wave over a thousand miles.

With this sword strike, the entire East Sea for a hundred thousand miles shook, and winds and clouds surged over a million miles.

Under this sword, the pursuing golden-armored military formation immediately collapsed.

Those in the lead at Immortal Realm, even at Heaven Immortal realm and a half-step Golden Immortal powerhouse, wore expressions of terror on their faces.

They struck with all their might, raising a golden barrier in front of them.

Alas, the barrier could only withstand the sword light for one ten-thousandth of a breath before shattering into dust.

The bodies of those powerhouses also turned into nothingness under this one sword.

Soul fragments scattered everywhere.

“Boom——”

Divine light flashed, thunderbolts intertwined.

The strength of the souls of countless powerhouses returned to heaven and earth, triggering an outpouring of Qi like a tidal surge.

In the midst of the sky, the figure who had released the sword moved in a flash and already landed on the flying vessel.

All the cultivators on the flying vessel widened their eyes, trembling all over.

“Great Venerable Luo Kun…”

“It’s the Emperor!”

Such a sword that could split heaven and earth, in the entire Tiger Spirit Realm, only one person could accomplish it—that was the Master of Xuan Qin, Emperor Luo Kun.

However, Luo Kun’s face looked solemn at this moment, looking at Han Muye, he step by step approached.

When he was half a zhang in front of Han Muye, Luo Kun, dressed in half-armor and holding a three-foot-long sword, knelt down slowly.

On the other side, a person in a green robe landed, their face flushed with excitement.

“Disciple Luo Kun, greets Senior Brother Han.”

“Master.”

Great Venerable Luo Kun.

Great Venerable Xu Jue.

These two top powerhouses of the Tiger Spirit Ruins Realm were actually kneeling and bowing, addressing someone as master.

Who was their master?

“Heavenly Sword…”

Zhao Minghe turned his head, murmuring softly to himself.

Heavenly Sword Venerable.

The Ancestor Master of the Sword Pool, Heavenly Sword Venerable.

A silence fell upon the flying vessel.

Han Muye nodded slightly and raised his hand, “These years, you have done well.”

You have done well.

This statement, whether it was Xu Jue or Luo Kun, their faces could not hide their immense joy.

This statement was the greatest affirmation of their efforts.

All their efforts over the years were worth it!

“Boom——”

In the distance, a mighty battle ship soared toward them.

The vessel was ten thousand zhang long, with streaks of divine light shining from it.

Still a thousand miles away, divine light began to converge on the battle ship, forming a golden column of light.

Luo Kun and Xu Jue, who had stood up, wore serious expressions on their faces.

“Master, this is the Fo Tian Battle Ship from the Linglong Realm, a powerful piece of armor capable of exerting the combat strength of an Immortal Lord.”

“Such a treasure should not appear here.”

Xu Jue beckoned with his hand, and a multitude of ten-thousand-foot golden-armored generals blocked in front of the flying vessel.

“Brother Luo, you take the master and the others and leave first.”

Even with the strength of Xu Jue and Luo Kun, they had to be cautious facing this battle ship.

Luo Kun nodded, then turned his head to look at Han Muye.

“Leave?”

Han Muye’s eyes narrowed, and a profound divine light shone from them, “I’m interested in the battle ship of the Divine Source Heavenly Palace.”

He waved his hand, and a Puppet Fighter descended.

Primordial Puppet Refinement Technique.

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