Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

979 Reward for the Sword Dao Conference (3)

If this seven-story Sword Pavilion was taken out, all the sword cultivators in the world would fight for it.

Han Muye’s expression did not change.
Sword Venerable Yuan Tian frowned and said in a low voice, “Are you really going to use this seven-story Sword Pavilion as a reward?”

Could it be that Han Muye wants to cut off his relationship with the Sword Pavilion?

That’s not necessary, is it?

The Sword Pavilion and the Heavenly Mystic Sect could completely support each other and help each other.

“It’s nothing.
It’s just a seven-story Sword Pavilion.
Senior Brother still has a nine-story—” Mu Wan covered her mouth and paused.

Ninth level?

What ninth level?

Until Sword Venerable Yuan Tian left the small courtyard, he was still in a daze.

Looking at his departing back, Mu Wan said softly, “Senior Brother, if you want to send Senior to the seventh floor of the Sword Pavilion, just send him directly.
Why go through so much trouble?”

As Han Muye’s Dao companion, Mu Wan could see that Han Muye intended to give away the seven-story sword pavilion and deliberately revealed that he also had a nine-story one.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes and shook his head, saying, “If I become the ruler of the Immortal Source World, how will Guangyuan Sword Sect handle it?”

Guangyuan Sword Sect has always prided itself on being rebellious sword cultivators.

But once Han Muye takes control of the Immortal Source World, he will have to confront Guangyuan Sword Sect.

With Sword Venerable Yuan Tian’s pride, he would not choose to submit but would only choose opposition, occasionally engaging in battles with the Immortal Source World.

It did not matter if they were opposing each other, but this would waste Sword Master Yuan Tian’s opportunity and time.

In Han Muye’s opinion, only cultivation was everything.
Everything else was useless.

By presenting the seven-level sword pavilion and making Sword Venerable Yuan Tian its owner, it would be natural for him to enter the Sword Pavilion and become an elder of the pavilion.

In this way, the Guangyuan Sword Sect would naturally integrate into the Sword Pavilion.

The current Sword Pavilion would definitely welcome the integration of the Guangyuan Sword Sect, a major sword sect outside the Immortal Source World.

Mu Wan helped Han Muye expose that he still had nine floors of the Sword Pavilion, which aroused Sword Venerable Yuan Tian’s desire to win.
It also made him understand that if he didn’t obtain this seven-story Sword Pavilion, the gap between him and Han Muye would grow larger and larger.

Although Sword Venerable Yuan Tian was proud, his temperament and talent were top-notch in the world.

The only powerful figure in this world who could cut through the barriers of heaven and earth with a single sword and enter the Immortal Realm.

“I’m going to visit Brother Zhao,” Han Muye turned to look at Mu Wan.
“I need to explain to them why I’m using the seven-story sword pavilion as a reward for the Sword Dao Conference.

“Furthermore, with more experts vying for it, it will strengthen the competitive spirit of Sword Venerable Yuan Tian.”

Mu Wan nodded with a soft smile and whispered, “Alright, I’ll go make soup for Senior Brother.
What kind of soup does Senior Brother want to drink today?”

 

Zhao Yu and Bai Yuming had spent 10 years in the Medicine Valley.

During these ten years, their main task was to establish connections with the Medicine Valley and with Han Muye.

Through frequent visits to Han Muye and receiving his guidance, both of them greatly improved their Sword Dao cultivation.

Zhao Yu had already reached the peak of the Divine Transformation realm, and his Sword Dao was only a step away from entering the Half-Sage realm.

Under Han Muye’s guidance, Bai Yuming refined his own sword path and became a Sword Dao Sage, with his personal sword pavilion reaching the sixth level.

It was not just their cultivation and combat strength.
The two of them had mixed around in the medicinal valley and sent a large number of medicinal pills to the Sword Pavilion, providing great help when the Sword Pavilion competed with all parties.

According to the elders of the sect, although the two of them were not at the front line of the Sword Pavilion to compete with the various sects, their contributions to the sect were greater than the front line.

In the past 10 years, their status in the sect had been constantly rising.

“Brother Han, are you tired of drinking Fairy Mu’s tea and want to come over to drink?” Seeing Han Muye come over, Zhao Yu laughed.

Although the Heart of the Sword tea was good, he couldn’t drink it every day, right?

Bai Yuming smiled and took out a wine jug, pouring the wine cups on the table full.

Casually chatting for a few moments and having a few drinks, Han Muye set down his wine cup.

Zhao Yu and Bai Yuming exchanged a glance, placed down their wine cups, and looked at Han Muye.

“I want to hold a Sword Dao Conference in the Upper Heaven Region,” Han Muye said.

“I’ll provide all the rewards.”

Hearing his words, Zhao Yu and Bai Yuming’s eyes lit up.

After such a long time, they felt that their cultivation and swordsmanship had improved greatly.

If there was a sword cultivation conference, they would be able to prove the true level of their swordsmanship.

“That’s great!” Zhao Yu laughed.
“Anyway, Han brother, you’re a wealthy man.
Just spend some blood, and the rewards will drive all the sword cultivators in the world crazy.”

His words made Bai Yuming chuckle as well.

Prime Minister Han of the Heavenly Mystic was extremely wealthy.
There was no one else in the world who could compare to him.

“I’m prepared to take out the seven-story Sword Pavilion as a reward for the strongest cultivator in the Sword Dao.”

Han Muye pinched his wine glass and said calmly.

The seven-story Sword Pavilion as a reward!

Zhao Yu’s expression changed.

 

The seven-story Sword Pavilion represented the highest combat strength and status of the current Sword Pavilion.
It was not merely a simple treasure!
Bai Yuming stood up slowly and stared at Han Muye.
“Is Han Xiang serious about this?”