Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Novel - Chapter 13
Chapter 13: Cultivation technique, Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
A bull’s strength was equivalent to 500 kilograms.
By cultivating the body-tempering technique, he had already gained the strength of a bull.
To be honest, this Iron Bull Strength was definitely the weakest of all the body tempering techniques.
There was no requirements for aptitude and the price was 80 spiritual rocks, making it the most suitable for Han Muye.
If it was more expensive, he could not afford it. And if the aptitude requirement was high, he might not be able to cultivate it.
Even if it was a little weak, this was still an inner sect’s body tempering technique, right?
Wasn’t it much better than those fancy moves in the outer sect?
Besides, although Han Muye didn’t believe that the sword Qi would hurt him, he felt more at ease practising a body-tempering technique.
After taking the manual, Han Muye turned around and prepared to leave the bookshelf.
“Cultivation technique…”
The rows of bookshelves beside were all filled with manuals for cultivation techniques.
These were the techniques that could allow one to live longer after cultivating them.
He hesitated, then walked over.
‘It’s not against the law to look even if he can’t afford it, is it?’
The ‘White Cloud Art’ was a Qi Condensation cultivation technique. It was a cultivation technique of the water lineage. It could condense cloud Qi in one’s body and clear one’s impurities in the blood to increase one’s lifespan.
This cultivation technique required lower seventh-grade aptitude. In exchange, the cost was 3,000 spiritual rocks or 30 merit points.
Was a Qi Condensation cultivation technique that expensive?
How long would it take to save up 3,000 spiritual rocks?
Putting the manual for ‘White Cloud Art’ down, he picked up another book.
The ‘Red Sun Art’ was a fire-attribute cultivation technique that mainly cultivated using fire as the origin of power. After cultivating it, one’s spiritual Qi would be like fire, and one could condense the yang energy and fight ferociously.
This cultivation technique required the affinity of fire power, cultivation at the third level of Qi Condensation, and it was priced at 30,000 spiritual rocks.
It was really d*mn expensive.
Han Muye raised his hand and threw the cultivation technique manual back onto the bookshelf.
Looking at the other cultivation techniques, no matter which lineage it was, none of them cost less than 2,000 spiritual rocks.
Cultivation required the accumulation of resources. Wealth was indeed the top priority.
Without enough wealth, it was difficult to even start cultivating.
“Why? Is there no suitable cultivation technique?” An old man in a green Daoist robe asked with a smile when he saw Han Muye looking around.
Judging from his green Daoist robe, he was either an outer sect disciple or an elder.
This person looked so old and exuded an extraordinary aura akin to an immortal. It seemed like he was an elder.
Could it be an opportunity?
Han Muye nodded and smiled bitterly. “It’s really too expensive.”
Hearing him say that it was too expensive, the old man chuckled. “Cultivation is never cheap.”
Then, he looked at Han Muye and said, “I know the price of most cultivation techniques here. What price are you looking for?”
‘What price?’
Han Muye calculated and decided to look for one that cost 20 spiritual rocks.
He only had 100 spiritual rocks on hand. After spending 80 spiritual rocks on the Iron Bull Strength, wouldn’t he only have 20 spiritual rocks left?
Seeing that Han Muye was silent, the old man said, “Do you have 2,000 spiritual rocks?”
Han Muye shook his head.
“Then, 1,000?” The old man’s expression changed slightly.
Han Muye still shook his head.
“At least 500?” the old man asked with a frown.
Han Muye still shook his head.
The old man took a deep breath and said, “100.”
Han Muye still shook his head.
The old man opened his mouth and turned to leave.
After taking a few steps, he suddenly looked back at Han Muye.
“You really want to find a cultivation technique?”
‘Isn’t that obvious?’
Han Muye nodded.
The old man raised his hand and handed over a book. “This cultivation technique only costs 10 spiritual rocks. Whether you decide to cultivate it or not is up to you.”
Han Muye took it and saw the words on the cover: “Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords”.
Heh, the name of this cultivation technique was impressive. When he opened the cover, it was empty.
This cultivation technique was worth 10 spiritual rocks?
Why was this thing as unreliable as the legendary Buddha’s Palm?
When he looked up again, the green-robed elder was gone.
Could this be a test from some senior expert?
Holding the book, Han Muye hesitated for a moment and decided to spend another 10 spiritual rocks.
At most, he would just treat it as dumping money into the water.
“Junior Brother, have you chosen a cultivation technique?” When Han Muye arrived at the long table in front of him with two books under his arm, the middle-aged man who had welcomed him previously handed him a sign with a smile.
“Room 73.”
Han Muye took the sign and walked along the door to Room 73.
This room was empty and only contained a space of 20 feet. However, there was a jade wall in front of him, and spiritual light kept flashing on it.
“Room 3 demonstrates the Hundred Origin Technique for 1,000 spiritual rocks, or 10 merit points.”
“Room 124 demonstrates the circulation technique of the “Rising Sun Force” for 300 spiritual rocks.”
“Room 17 demonstrates the Mystic Three-Fold Strength Technique for 1,000 spiritual rocks.”
…
The words flickered. Some disappeared as soon as they appeared. Others rolled several times and remained.
Han Muye tried to write down all the demonstration requirements for each room.
“Room 73 demonstrates the “Iron Bull Force” for 80 spiritual rocks.”
This was according to the price label on the cultivation technique.
He had just written down the requirements when a halo flashed and someone answered.
A moment later, a tall, bald young man with a large sword on his back strode in.
The bald young man frowned when he saw Han Muye.
“You want to cultivate Iron Bull Force?”
He sized up Han Muye and shook his head slightly. “Iron Bull Strength requires a strong body. With your physique, I’m afraid you won’t be able to endure it.”
‘So complacent?’
Han Muye nodded. “I know.”
Hearing his words, the bald young man stopped talking. He spread his feet, placed his fists flat against his waist, and punched.
“Iron Bull Strength has a total of five fist techniques. Strength starts from the feet and using the waist as the axis…”
The young man practiced every move and even explained the chant for it.
It could be seen that he was extremely proficient in Iron Bull Strength. Han Muye could see that when he circulated his strength, it was extremely natural.
After the young man finished practicing the five forms of the fist technique, Han Muye automatically dissected the five forms of the fist technique in his mind, and then began to practise it along with the chant.
He had comprehended “Iron Bull Strength”.
“My name is Zhao Pu. If you have any problems with your Iron Bull Strength during cultivation, you can come to the inner sect to look for me at any time.” The bald youth said and extended his hand. “80 spiritual rocks.”
Han Muye nodded, opened the cloth bag, counted out 20 spiritual rocks to keep, and handed the rest to Zhao Pu.
Zhao Pu took the spiritual rocks and left.
Zhao Pu.
He was an inner sect elite disciple and was known as the top ten experts of the Earth lineage’s new generation.
Huang Six had introduced this name the day before.
It seemed that this guy was quite honest. He even asked Han Muye to look for him if he had any problems.
Standing in the quiet room, Han Muye slowly put his feet apart.
His fists descended slowly, stopping at his waist.
A surge of power rose from his heels.
“Ho—”
With a low growl, he punched.
“Whew—”
There was a soft sound in front of him. The wind from his fist whistled as it struck the wall ten feet away.
‘Is this Iron Bull Strength?’
Han Muye practised every move and immediately felt a lot more strength in his body.
Even without the full strength of a bull, he had released at least 250 or 300 kilograms of strength.
He clenched his fists slightly and felt full of power.
His muscles and bones felt much stronger.
No wonder Huang Six said that body-tempering cultivation techniques were beneficial for resisting the corrosion by the sword Qi.
Joy flashed across his face. Han Muye walked back to the jade wall, hesitated, and wrote another sentence.
“Room 73, requesting for the cultivation method of the ‘Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords’ for 10 spiritual rocks.”
Spiritual light flashed on the jade wall. After about a hundred seconds, the message was answered.
A moment later, the door to Room 73 was pushed open.
Han Muye was surprised to see who it was.
“Senior?”
Wasn’t this the old man who had passed him the “Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords”?
The old man’s expression was solemn as he clasped his hands in front of him. He looked at Han Muye and said calmly, “Are you really going to cultivate the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords?”
Chapter 14: No sword in hand, but sword in heart
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The old man’s expression was solemn, and his aura condensed.
This made Han Muye panic a little.
Was there a need to be so serious about a business worth 10 spiritual rocks?
Or could it be that this senior was a big shot in the Nine Mystic Sword Sect who had taken a fancy to him and wanted him to inherit his legacy?
Perhaps this was fate.
With a respectful expression, Han Muye cupped his hands and said, “I want to learn.”
The old man nodded, his expression unchanged. He looked at Han Muye. “Okay, then I’ll ask you a few questions. You have to answer them truthfully.”
This process was very similar to the inheritance of a certain big shot!
Han Muye suppressed his excitement and nodded seriously.
“Alright, let me ask you. Why did you come to the Nine Mystic Sword Sect?” The old man asked, his eyes seemingly surging with light.
Why did he come to the Nine Mystic Sword Sect?
Han Muye thought back, and the rows of swords in the Sword Pavilion flashed across his mind.
“For the swords.” Shaking his head, Han Muye said solemnly, “To wield the swords and rule for a long time.”
After being reborn, he had to have some ambition.
Hearing his words, the old man opposite him smiled and clapped his hands. “Great!”
“If you didn’t have the intention to dominate and suppress the world with your sword, you wouldn’t be qualified to learn my technique!”
Han Muye was delighted. He had made the right bet!
He was about to bow when the old man raised his hand again. “Let me ask you again. Is your cultivation aptitude above fifth-grade?”
Above fifth-grade cultivation aptitude?
Did he need such aptitude to cultivate the Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords?
That was true. With such a grand name, it had to require at least a fifth-grade aptitude.
Han Muye’s face stiffened, and he shook his head. “No.”
He sighed in his heart. It seemed that he did not have the opportunity to cultivate such a peerless cultivation technique.
“Alright!” The old man opposite him shouted, scaring Han Muye.
“If your aptitude is good enough, you don’t need to learn my Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords at all. You would just learn and cultivate according to the instructions.”
At this point, the old man stared at Han Muye as if he were staring at a beautiful piece of jade.
“People with the heart to dominate the world, but no aptitude and no resources.”
“There are plenty of people like that in the world.”
“These people should resign themselves to being ants for the rest of their lives?”
The old man’s face turned red as he shouted. A violent aura seemed to rise from his body.
The old man was a little crazy.
‘Are all mysterious experts like that?’
Han Muye kept his mouth shut.
After roaring, the old man retracted his aura and looked at Han Muye with a normal expression. “Today, I’ll teach you the technique. Remember, you’re walking a great path to Heaven for all ordinary sword cultivators in the world, understand?”
Han Muye nodded.
Wasn’t this responsibility a little too much?
Seeing Han Muye nod, the old man put one hand behind his back and took a step forward.
“I, Mo Yuan, have studied 360 sword techniques since I entered the Nine Mystic Sword Sect for a hundred years, but I’ve never been able to master them.”
“When the three elders of the Sword Pavilion attacked, their sword Qi spanned 30,000 feet. They could split mountains and rivers with one strike. Only then did I comprehend the move.”
“Cultivate a wisp of sword energy, refine it, split it into 128,000 threads, and condense it into sword intent.”
“The sword intent will be kneaded into 100 folds, turning into tempered steel. It will wrap around your fingers, then gather 3,000 sword intent, and transform into the power of the world.”
“This, therefore, is—”
The old man raised two fingers of his right hand and pointed.
“Ancestral—Return—of—10,000—Swords—”
His gaze was distant and firm. His figure was tall and straight, and his posture was as sharp as a sword!
If it was coupled with thousands of swords flying, endless sword light lingering, and the world trembling, then it would really be Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords rushing into the sky.
However, in the demonstration room, there seemed to be a weaker aura.
After a long silence, Han Muye couldn’t help but whisper, “That’s it?”
The old man slowly withdrew his hand. Instead of answering him, he asked, “How much have you comprehended?”
‘Comprehend?’
‘Just this move, no, posture?’
Han Muye closed his eyes, and the image of the old man standing in place with his fingers raised slowly appeared in his mind.
This time, the image moved so slowly that Han Muye wanted to fast-forward.
But he could feel something in the image.
He looked carefully at the old man’s eyes in the image, the old man’s movements when he pointed, and the old man’s expression when he shouted “Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords”.
Unconsciously, he sensed a difference.
Seriousness.
Determination.
There was determination in the old man’s eyes.
The old man’s two fingers probed with determination.
The old man looked determined.
As the images changed again and again, the old man’s aura became more and more solemn until all the images shattered.
Han Muye opened his eyes.
He had comprehended “Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords”!
The moment he comprehended the techqniue, he felt all the sword Qi in the illusory space in his body tremble and surge, as if it was about to surge out.
He could control the sword Qi in his body?
The Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords was real!
This Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords really condensed all the sword techniques in the world. Just one sword could shatter the galaxy!
Looking at the old man in front of him, Han Muye only felt admiration. He raised his hand and bowed. “Thank you for your guidance, Senior. I have comprehended it.”
A mighty figure who could create such a cultivation technique was worthy of respect.
“You’ve learned it?” The old man was stunned when he saw Han Muye’s actions. “What have you comprehended?”
Was this the final test?
Han Muye straightened up, one hand clenched into a fist, his gaze firm. “With a sword in hand, the world is mine.”
The old man frowned and was about to speak when he heard Han Muye say, “I’ve comprehended that there’s no sword in my hand, but a sword in my heart.”
“No sword in the hand, but a sword in the heart?” The old man was stunned and whispered.
“No sword in the hand, but a sword in the heart?”
“Haha, no sword in the hand, but a sword in the heart!”
The old man let out a long laugh and turned away.
It wasn’t until he left that Han Muye remembered that he hadn’t paid the 10 spiritual rocks.
‘And what happened to him taking in disciples?’
To be able to comprehend a cultivation technique like Ancestral Return of 10,000 Swords after reading it once, this big shot still didn’t accept him as his disciple and pass down his legacy?
This was not a cultivation technique that could be used on the streets. How could he be so casual?
Shaking his head, Han Muye could only put away the two books and prepare to leave the room.
Perhaps this was fate. He was not born to be the elder’s disciple.
After putting away the book, spiritual light flashed on the jade wall in front of him.
“Eh?”
A message on the jade wall made Han Muye’s heart skip a beat.
“Room 85 requires an explanation of the Two Mystic Sword Technique, Blue Wave for 500 spiritual rocks.”
‘Blue Wave?’
He had comprehended this sword technique the day before, and it was not just once.
He subconsciously reached out and tapped on the jade wall, and the message dissipated.
‘So he has accepted a mission?’
Han Muye walked out of the room to the door of Room 85, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.
In the quiet room, a young man in an inner sect white robe looked Han Muye up and down and frowned slightly.
“Senior Brother, I don’t think I’ve seen you in the inner sect before…”
Han Muye said lightly, “Do you think you recognise all 3,000 inner sect disciples?”
“That’s not—” The young man’s expression turned anxious. Before he could finish speaking, Han Muye waved his hand and said, “You want to a demonstration of the Blue Wave Sword Technique?”
The young man nodded.
Han Muye looked at the sword at the young man’s waist and extended his hand. “Give me the sword.”
