Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

1019 Returning to the Western Frontier, Meeting Elder Su Liang Again (3)

The young girl stepped onto the stone square and raised her hand, sending a burst of spiritual light towards the alchemy cauldron emitting a red glow.

 

Jiang Yucheng, who stood in front, furrowed his brow as the burst of light in his palm exploded, shattering the girl’s stream of light.
“Mu Jinzi, my Nine Mystic Mountain and your Mushen City are considered connected by fate.
Let’s not mention the alchemy competition again,” said Jiang Yucheng.

Jiang Yucheng had a calm demeanor, and he exhibited the air of a disciple from a prestigious sect.

With a single strike, he broke Mu Jinzi’s spiritual light, leaving the young girl slightly stunned.

“You, you—”

“Jiang Yucheng, what’s the meaning of bullying Junior Sister Mu?” A shout came from a distance, and a young man in a brocade robe descended from the sky.

The young man possessed an imposing presence and a hint of arrogance as he looked at Jiang Yucheng.

Jiang Yucheng turned his head slowly, his gaze falling on the young man and then shifting to Mu Jinzi.

Mu Jinzi blushed.

“Jiang Yucheng, as the Mountain Master of White Deer Mountain said, ‘A graceful lady and a gentleman are meant to be together.’ Even if Junior Sister Mu has an engagement with you, it’s only an arrangement made by the elders.
I, Zheng Keshuang—”

“Boom!”

Flames erupted like a scorching sun as a long sword descended, cleaving the young man named Zheng Keshuang into two pieces, reduced to ashes.

Jiang Yucheng sheathed his sword slowly, scanning his surroundings with his gaze.

…..

The entire square was silent.

His gaze landed on the pale Mu Jinzi in front of him, and Jiang Yucheng said indifferently, “The marriage alliance between the Nine Mystic Mountain and Mushen City is a good story about the reappearance of the Immortal, Prime Minister Han, and Fairy Mu Wan.

“My Nine Mystic Mountain is still a Sword Dao sect after all.
It feels more satisfying to wield a sword than to refine pills.”

After Jiang Yucheng finished speaking, he turned around and strode down.

The other Nine Mystic Mountain disciples quickly followed.

The Nine Mystic Mountain was a Sword Dao sect.
Many people had forgotten about it in Mushen City.

It was just like how Han Muye had brazenly drawn his sword in Mushen City back then and broken the legend of the alchemy Holy Land in Mushen City.

In front of the door of the Nine Mystic Pill Room, all kinds of sighs sounded, but no one really dared to say anything.

Although the Mu Family juniors had ugly expressions, they only dared to whisper in Mu Jinzi’s ear before pulling the teary-eyed girl away.

Mu Wan frowned.

The Mu family in Mushen City was not of the same bloodline as her, but it was still the place where she had lived.
There was still a connection.

“Let’s go and see Elder Su Liang.” Han Muye pointed at the Nine Mystic Pill Room in front of him.

Elder Su Liang, the alchemy master of the Nine Mystic Mountain’s Alchemy Hall, treated Han Muye and Mu Wan very well.

Hearing that Elder Su Liang was also here, Mu Wan revealed a look of joy.

When he walked into the alchemy room, the furnishings inside were no different from the Central Province.

All kinds of pills were easily priced at tens of thousands of spiritual rocks.

There were also a few pills covered in spiritual light that were worth more than 100,000 spiritual rocks.

“Fellow Daoists, do you have anything to choose from?” A middle-aged Daoist in a green robe slowly welcomed them and cupped his hands at Han Muye and Mu Wan.

Han Muye and Mu Wan both had a trace of spiritual energy on them.
The cultivation they displayed was not advanced, and they looked young.
It was already flattering for this Earth Realm Daoist to call them Daoists.

“I want to visit Elder Su Liang,” Han Muye looked at the Daoist and said softly.

The Daoist was stunned.
He looked up and said, “Are the two of you going to refine pills? Do you have an appointment?”

Han Muye shook his head, took out a jade token, and handed it over.
Then he said softly, “Please tell the Elder that an old friend is visiting.”

The jade token had the mark of the Nine Mystic Mountain Sword Pavilion and was the direct disciple of the Nine Mystic Sword School.

The Daoist took the jade token and sized it up.
With a smile on his face, he cupped his hands and turned to walk upstairs.

Han Muye had been away from the Western Frontier for too long, and not many low-level cultivators could recognize him.

This Daoist was not from the Nine Mystic Mountain, but he did not even know his strongest backer, the Immortal of the Sword Pavilion.

Perhaps he had seen Han Muye’s portrait, but he had never expected this person to stand in front of him.

A moment later, a figure flew down.

Elder Su Liang, who was dressed in a green robe and surrounded by pill aura, looked at Han Muye and Mu Wan in front of her with a pleasantly surprised expression.

“It’s really you guys…”

She reached out to hold Mu Wan’s sleeve and looked at Han Muye with a rueful expression.

“Elder is refining pills?” Han Muye smiled and looked up at the attic.

Elder Su Liang had just nodded when Han Muye said, “Your disciples can’t control the pill furnace.
This pill is about to explode.”

Elder Su Liang’s expression changed.

“Boom!”

The sound of the pill furnace exploding came from the loft, accompanied by the smell of burnt residue.

Mu Wan covered her face and chuckled.

Elder Su Liang tugged at her and smiled.
“Good girl, you’re actually laughing at me.
Come, compensate me with this cauldron of pills.”