Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

As sword cultivators, they were supposed to charge forward fearlessly.

Chen Shaodong, though steady, lacked the righteousness and responsibility that a sword cultivator should possess.

Was someone like that really qualified to lead the Lingxiao Sword Sect?

And was someone like that really worthy of their trust with their lives?

“What I mean is, going to a place like Fortified Mountain, even if ten thousand sect disciples went, it would be useless.”

Chen Shaodong shook his head, his expression indifferent, then turned to look at a white-bearded elder standing behind him, “Elder Zhu Lie, please take the Jade Night Sword and accompany me to Fortified Mountain.”

Having said this, he turned his head and his gaze fell on Su Xun who was not far from his side, “Brother Su Xun, in my absence, you will take charge of the Lingxiao Sword Sect.”

Chen Shaodong’s words left everyone stunned.

It wasn’t that they weren’t going to save them.

But how could they save them just by sending two people?

Even if they had the sect’s treasure sword, the Jade Night, such treasures required exceptional warriors to use them, and neither Elder Zhu Lie nor the young sect master Chen Shaodong could unleash much of the treasure’s combat strength.

If the young sect master wasn’t willing to rescue, the fact that he personally went to Fortified Mountain couldn’t be questioned.

“Young sect master, I will accompany you,” someone in the square spoke up.

“I’ll go too,” another shouted.

“I—”

Chen Shaodong turned around and snorted coldly, “You? Which of you can break into Fortified Mountain and rescue Elder Gu Yue and the others?”

His words caused everyone to stiffen.

The faces of those who had shouted earlier turned flush with embarrassment.

“But just the two of you—”

“Who said it’s only the two of us?” Chen Shaodong interrupted the speaker.

His eyes narrowed, and a sharp light flickered in them.

“Have you forgotten about our number one Offering?”

At that moment, the entire square went silent.

The number one Offering.

That powerful sword cultivator whose power of qi and blood was overwhelming.

Since setting foot on Lingxiao Peak, the number one Offering had remained in seclusion and many had almost forgotten about his existence.

“Elder Zhu Lie, please go invite the Jade Night Sword, I will visit Offering Han,” Chen Shaodong’s voice rang out, and his figure moved swiftly towards the doors of a large hall in the distance.

On the square, everyone wore complex expressions on their faces.

They did not know if the young sect master could persuade the number one Offering to act, nor did they know if Offering Elder Han would truly go and rescue Elder Gu Yue and the others.

Within the grand hall, Han Muye, who was seated, opened his eyes.

Around him, the energy of his blood essence turned into dragon scales that slowly dissipated.

In his eyes, streaks of golden light gradually quieted down.

The chaotic figure standing not far away moved, vanishing into the void.

As a divine beast that controlled time and spatial power, his presence could not be detected by anyone in these lower-level Continent Domains.

“Come in.”

With a wave of Han Muye’s hand, the doors of the hall opened.

Chen Shaodong took a deep breath and stepped boldly into the hall.

“Elder Han, the Lingxiao Sword Sect is in peril, and I implore you to lend a hand,” he said, bowing to Han Muye with clenched fists, then straightening up, he lowered his voice, “As for what Elder Han desires, the Lingxiao Sword Sect will assist with all its might.”

Han Muye’s expression was serene as he looked at Chen Shaodong, speaking faintly, “You tell me, what do I desire?”

Chen Shaodong looked up, meeting Han Muye’s gaze, “What Elder Han desires, of course, is to attain the Heavenly Beads and then ascend to the Upper Realm.”

“Of course, for Elder Han, the ordinary means of ascending to the Upper Realm would naturally be uninteresting.”

With a sharp light flashing in his eyes, Chen Shaodong lowered his voice, “To dominate a region of the Continent Domains, to enter the Upper Realm as a major power, to hold countless Heavenly Beads in one’s grasp—that’s what Elder Han seeks, isn’t it?”

Ordinary cultivators would be recognized by the Upper Realm if they had Heavenly Beads to refine and if their strength was acknowledged, allowing them to ascend.

But for the strong, controlling forces, wealth, and resources, and moving freely in the Upper Realm, even breaking through continuously, that is the pursuit.

Looking at Chen Shaodong in front of him, a hint of a smile appeared on Han Muye’s face.

He had ambition.

That was good.

Chen Shaodong was merely wrapping his own ambitions in a smooth facade.

Han Muye had seen too many such people; he had even cultivated many such people.

Like He Yangsun.

Like Xu Zhi.

Ambition is also a part of strength.

“Then what do you seek?” Han Muye didn’t deny what Chen Shaodong had said, but looked at him and asked in return.

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Chen Shaodong fell silent for a moment, then whispered, “If I could follow Elder Han to the Upper Realm and, incidentally, bring along the Lingxiao Sword Sect…”

This kid is trying to be sly.

Han Muye was not angry.

Lacking in strength, hiding one’s ambition, Chen Shaodong is clever.

Han Muye likes to cooperate with clever people.

“Let’s go,” Han Muye stood up.

Chen Shaodong was startled at first, then his face lit up with surprise.

Moments later, three streaks of flowing light sliced through the sky, speeding away.

But these three streaks of flowing light were no ordinary ones.

One was as luminous as the stars, trailing a thirty-foot tail of flame, obviously a sword path powerhouse.

Another was a hundred feet of jade-colored halo, where a shadow of a green jade sword flickered. Those in the know recognized it as the Sect Suppression Sword, the Jade Night Sword, of the Lingxiao Sword Sect.

Such a sect’s treasure, if in the hands of a top-notch powerhouse, could easily sweep across a domain.

But at this moment, compared with another streak of blood-colored sword light, there was a huge difference.

A streak of blood-colored flowing light, staining a thousand feet of space red, and even those cultivators below looking up from ten thousand feet away, felt their bodies tremble uncontrollably.

“It is said that the Lingxiao Sword Sect has a First Offering…” someone murmured before the cliffs under Lingxiao Peak.

“With such strength, no wonder,” there was a hint of fear in some people’s eyes, and a stroke of luck.

Below the mountain, everyone else slowly withdrew the light screens.

Fortified Mountain had laid a siege, and the Lingxiao Sword Sect was not secretive about it.

Now, it remained to be seen whether the young sect master of the Lingxiao Sword Sect, carrying the sect’s treasure and accompanied by this First Offering, would be able to break the siege.

“Fortified Mountain, where so many elites were buried back then…” someone murmured with a tinge of worry on their face.

If the rescue mission of this young sect master of the Lingxiao Sword Sect failed, the area below Lingxiao Peak might no longer be a sanctuary.

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A hundred thousand miles.

Sword light howled, stirring the Rolling Clouds of heaven and earth.

Three streaks of sword light crossed the distance in just half a day.

This was because Zhu Lie’s cultivation abilities were insufficient to control the Jade Night Sword, so he took turns with Chen Shaodong to harness it.

Han Muye did not offer to control that Jade Night Sword.

It was the Sect Suppression Sword of the Lingxiao Sword Sect; if he spoke up, Zhu Lie and Chen Shaodong would both become nervous.

Chen Shaodong’s cultivation had just reached the Sword Immortal Realm, and Zhu Lie was only slightly stronger than him.

The Sword Immortal Realm was equivalent to a novice Heavenly Immortal of the Raincover Fairy Realm.

In the Galaxy Universe, such cultivation abilities are about equal to a Level Seven Puppeteer Armored Master.

But in terms of combat strength, they were far weaker than Level Seven Puppeteer Armored Masters.

Even among sword cultivators of the same level, such battle puppets and armors leave them helpless.

“That is Fortified Mountain,” Chen Shaodong looked up towards the distance.

From a hundred miles ahead, a range of mountain peaks appeared like a prison, and even the clouds above the sky were layered.

Streaks of sword light flashed within those layers of clouds.

“That’s the sword technique of my Lingxiao Sword Sect!” Zhu Lie exclaimed suddenly, pushing the Jade Night Sword to its limits, and the sword light surged to three hundred feet, brightening the clouds within a hundred miles with its green glow.

“Audacious scoundrels, dare to intercept my Lingxiao Sword Sect—”

The voice, thunderous and rolling, merged with the sword light and slashed toward the heaven and earth ahead.

The sharpness atop that sword even chilled the hearts of those hundreds of miles away.

The force of sharpness.

“Boom—”

The sword light cleaved through layers of Rolling Clouds, then struck a mass of grey cloudlight.

The cloudlight shattered to reveal dozens of figures trapped within.

“Zhu Lie, run!”

“They have at least three hundred thousand troops lying in ambush to kill our Lingxiao Sword Sect reinforcements!”

The old man who spoke was filled with indignation, holding a broken sword in his hand, covered with wounds.

The rest also had uneven auras.

“Run?”

“Hmm, let this young master see, the Lingxiao Sword Sect’s reinforcements have arrived—three people?”

The voice halted as a youth with green eyes, blue hair, and a pair of wings on his back showed astonishment.

His initial smile faded, his teeth clenched, and anger flared in his eyes, “Only three people came, are you looking down on me, Daqiluo?”

Chen Shaodong turned his head to look at Han Muye.

“Elder Han, should we take this person seriously?”

Han Muye shook his head and said indifferently, “No need.”