Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 1843: Ten Years of Sword Sharpening, Sword Sharpening Cliff

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

In the main hall of the Liantian Sect, everyone was silent.

Even Sect Master Duan Tianfeng had a complex expression.

What he had envisioned for Han Muye was a path of cultivation within the Liantian Sect, where Han Muye’s skills in refining weapons would continuously surpass his predecessors, earning the admiration of many elites.

Han Muye was supposed to rise as a new star in the tool refining world, overpowering all with his sheer presence.

Therefore, Duan Tianfeng was not worried at all when Han Muye secluded himself on the Nine Mystic Peak.

Even when others urged him, he remained indifferent.

He believed that the talent Han Muye had shown would surely lead to great achievements in due time.

Now, seeing this, Han Muye did not disappoint him.

Only, the method Han Muye used to showcase his strength and talent was somewhat peculiar.

“Where is he going?” someone in the hall whispered.

In the light screen, Han Muye was seen flying swiftly in a specific direction after leaving the Crane Feather Sword Sect.

“That direction seems to be towards the Yunming Sword Sect?”

“Is he really going to follow through with this sword-sharpening matter?”

Two elders of the Liantian Sect in the hall looked a bit sullen.

The path of refining weapons did not strictly prohibit such sword-sharpening methods.

However, for refining masters, refining weapons was considered more noble than these auxiliary methods.

Traditionally, those in need of weapon refining would seek out the refiners, bringing spiritual materials and paying a high price for their services.

Whether it was the Liantian Sect or the Yunming Sword Sect, it was the same.

Weapon refiners valued their reputation, didn’t they?

How could they actively seek others out?

“Han Muye of the Liantian Sect, here to visit the Yunming Sword Sect.”

Amidst the towering mountains, sword lights soared into the sky.

On the ridges stood numerous grand palaces.

“Liantian Sect disciple?”

“Han Muye? Where have I heard that name before?”

Outside the tall mountain gate, two young men with swords on their backs looked at Han Muye with a hint of confusion on their faces.

“Han Muye? Is he the one who studied in the Liantian Sect for 30 years, said to become the strongest young genius in the refining world once he emerged?”

A young man in a green robe with a sword on his back descended from the sky, looking at Han Muye with curiosity.

“Fellow Daoist Han, did you come to our Yunming Sword Sect to recruit a protector?”

A protector.

Weapon refiners were generally weak in combat, so they often recruited strong protectors to accompany them.

Due to their temperament and combat strength, sword cultivators were always the preferred protectors for weapon refiners.

Hearing the young man’s words, Han Muye shook his head.

Not recruiting a protector?

The young man’s gaze fell on the sword sheath Han Muye was carrying.

How ugly.

Ugly?

A thought struck him.

Wasn’t it strange for a junior elite that the Liantian Sect had high hopes for to carry such an ugly scabbard?

To the disciples of the Liantian Sect, it was not difficult to refine this scabbard into an exquisite one, right?

“I heard that many artifact refinement experts will send the treasures they refined to the fated person to be fostered.”

The young man looked at Han Muye, his eyes shining. “I’m Zhu Xuyuan of the Yunming Sword Sect. I’m willing to foster treasures for you.”

Treasures that could be fostered were all top-notch in the world.

If Zhu Xuyuan could obtain such a treasure, even if he had to pay a huge price, it would be worth it.

Hearing Zhu Xuyuan’s words, the two disciples on duty at the sect gate revealed complicated expressions.

Why didn’t I think of this?

“No, I don’t want to foster treasures.” Han Muye shook his head again.

Zhu Xuyuan frowned slightly and looked at Han Muye. “Then are you going to refine weapons?”

“I am indeed in need of a handy sword.”

Han Muye glanced at him, his gaze sweeping over the sword on Zhu Xuyuan’s back, then shook his head. “You do not need a new sword.”

These words left Zhu Xuyuan stunned.

Shouldn’t the decision of needing a new sword be up to him?

Besides, didn’t he just say he needed a handy sword to give Han Muye an opportunity to refine one?

“I want to refine a sword as a precaution since I am close to breaking through my cultivation bottleneck…” Zhu Xuyuan thought Han Muye had become foolish from reading too much on the on the Nine Mystic Peak.

He needed to be more explicit.

“No need, your cultivation breakthrough is still far off.

“Your foundation is unstable, and your sword Dao cultivation is still lacking.”

Han Muye’s voice rang out.

Zhu Xuyuan’s face darkened.

Who openly told a sword cultivator that his foundation was shaky?

Wasn’t this like telling a man he was impotent?

“Han Muye, I respect you as someone from the Liantian Sect—” Zhu Xuyuan hadn’t finished his sentence when Han Muye suddenly stepped forward.

With a swift motion, Zhu Xuyuan’s sword flew out from his back and landed in Han Muye’s hand.

“Seven levels of tempering, five levels of of forging, nine spirits refining—you truly do not deserve this sword.”

As he spoke, he sheathed the sword back into its scabbard on his back.

The sword was seized?

A sword cultivator’s sword was seized?

Zhu Xuyuan’s face was filled with confusion.

Not just him, the two disciples guarding the gate were also bewildered.

In the distant Liantian Sect hall, the tool refiners displayed curious expressions.

“This method of seizing the sword is quite interesting.”

“This move is so decisive; even those sword cultivators might not do better.”

The tool refiners in front of the light screen smiled.

No matter what, Han Muye was one of their own.

A disciple of the Liantian Sect managing to seize a sword from a sword cultivator was amusing, wasn’t it?

These accomplished tool refiners found it intriguing.

“Return my sword!” In the light screen, Zhu Xuyuan finally snapped out of his daze, shouting angrily as he reached for Han Muye.

As he spoke, he sheathed the sword back into its scabbard on his back.

The sword was seized?

A sword cultivator’s sword was seized?

Zhu Xuyuan’s face was filled with confusion.

Not just him, the two disciples guarding the gate were also bewildered.

The artifact refining experts far away in the main hall of the Liantian Sect also revealed curious expressions.

“This method of seizing the sword is quite interesting.”

“This move is so decisive. Even those sword cultivators might not do better.”

The refining masters in front of the light screen were all smiling.

No matter what, Han Muye was one of their own.

A disciple of the Liantian Sect managing to seize a sword from a sword cultivator was amusing, wasn’t it?

These accomplished artifact refiners found it intriguing.

“Return my sword!” In the light screen, Zhu Xuyuan finally snapped out of his daze, shouting angrily as he reached for Han Muye.