Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Novel - Chapter 405
Chapter 405: Number One of the Nine Sects, Nine Bells Toll (3)
Although he did not seem to have any cultivation on him and his cultivation aptitude had been damaged, none of the elites of the various sects dared to treat him lightly.
He was the greatest success of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect in obtaining the first place of the nine sects and was also an elder of the Sword Pavilion.
From now on, Immortal Han would retreat in the Sword Pavilion. In 60 years, he would become a half-step Heaven Realm expert.
Moreover, it was said that Immortal Han’s alchemy skills were extraordinary.
!!
The Mu family’s patriarch had talked to Han Muye several times on the flying ship, inviting him to participate in some alchemy conference.
According to the Mu family’s patriarch, there were medicinal pills that could help Han Muye recover.
Han Muye did not refuse. After all, he had agreed to this back then.
Along the way, cultivators from various sects came to visit Han Muye.
Some sent various treasures to nourish Han Muye’s body, while others sent one or two good-looking disciples to help Immortal Han with housekeeping chores.
Han Muye accepted the treasures and turned away the good-looking male disciples.
There were also a few people with good talents in the Sword Dao who came to visit Han Muye and asked for guidance.
Han Muye only took a few spiritual rocks and explained some sword technique shortcomings.
On the way back, the flying ship fluttered, and it took nearly two months to get back.
In the past two months, all the forces in the Western Frontier had been redrawn.
By the Jialing River, when the Nine Mystic Sword Sect returned, tens of thousands of cultivators stood on the riverbank and bowed to send them off.
This was the respect that the number one sect in the Western Frontier deserved.
“Fortunately, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s Sect Master Jin Ze died and Immortal Han lost his cultivation potential. Otherwise, in the next thousand years, the Nine Mystic Sword Sect would probably be the ruler of the Western Frontier.”
Watching the flying ship leave, someone on the riverbank whispered.
“Sigh, this battle between the nine sects is really exciting. I’m afraid there won’t be such a grand event in the Western Frontier in the next hundred years,” someone said softly with a trace of regret in his eyes.
In this battle among the nine sects, very few people died, but the gains were the greatest.
The elites of the various sects were filled with fighting spirit and high spirits.
This made the higher-ups of the sect so happy that they could not shut their mouths.
“What a pity for Immortal Han. If this genius who suppressed his peers could develop again, who in the Western Frontier would be able to compete with him?” Someone quietly said.
Immortal Han’s character, bearing, knowledge, and talent could suppress the Western Frontier.
It was just that he was too resolute. Even if he gave up his cultivation, he would still have to fight with great cultivators from outside the realm. In the end, his cultivation talent would be damaged.
By the Jialing River, many people smiled.
“Everyone, do you still remember that rumor?”
Suddenly, someone said in a low voice, “It’s said that Immortal Han once obtained a hundred Cloud Golden Lotus Seeds.”
Cloud Golden Lotus Seeds?
That treasure that could increase one’s cultivation aptitude by one grade?
By the Jialing River, the smiles of many sect elites froze on their faces.
F*ck, we thought we could break free from the suppression of this immortal.
…
Ten days later, the flying ship of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect returned to the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.
Below, figures rushed up and silently followed behind the flying ship.
There were 100,000 cultivators traveling behind their flying ship in their 10,000-mile flight back to the Nine Mystic Mountain!
Everyone was solemn and silent.
“Dong—”
“Dong—”
“Dong—”
From the Nine Mystic Mountain, the tolls of the bell resonated for thousands of miles!
Tuoba Cheng, who was wearing a white robe, held a set of clothes with both hands and stood at the bow of the flying ship.
Behind him, Han Muye and the other elite disciples bowed.
“Welcome—”
“The soul of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s Sect Master Jin Ze has returned…”
A long cry came from the Nine Mystic Mountain.
“Dong—”
“Dong—”
“Dong—”
The sound of the bell was short and sad.
In the direction of the Nine Mystic Mountain, someone in a white robe came out to welcome them.
“Dong—”
“Dong—”
“Dong—”
The bell tolled nine times.The sect master had fallen.
The flying ship went straight into the Nine Mystic Mountain. All the disciples and experts of the sects under their rule bowed and stood under the mountain gate.
Tuoba Cheng, who was holding his clothes, stopped and walked to the mountain gate.
“The ancestors of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect are above. The 33rd Sect Master, Jin Ze, led the Nine Mystic Sword Sect to suppress the Western Frontier and become the number one sect in the Western Frontier.”
Tuoba Cheng looked up at the sky and shouted. Tears welled up in his eyes.
The number one sect in the Western Frontier!
The Nine Mystic Sword Sect had finally become the number one sect in the Western Frontier!
For this day, many people in the Nine Mystic Sword Sect had sacrificed their lives!
Everyone stood in front of the mountain gate and bowed to the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.
The elders of the sect looked sorrowful.
Sect Master Jin Ze had sacrificed his entire life for the sect and finally died.
His efforts were not in vain. The Nine Mystic Sword Sect had finally become the number one in the Western Frontier!
Tuoba Cheng held his robe and turned around.
Grand Elder Zhang Zhihe stepped forward.
“Before Sect Master Jin Ze died, he instructed that the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s elder, Tuoba Cheng, will be the 34th Sect Master of the sect.
“Three months from now, Elder Tuoba Cheng will pfficially take over the position of sect master during the sect ceremony.”
Hearing his words, everyone bowed again.
It was only natural for Tuoba Cheng to step into the Heaven Realm and become the sect master.
Three months was enough for the major sects of the Western Frontier to process their gains and send people to congratulate them.
The Nine Mystic Sword Sect was the number one sect in the Western Frontier. This inauguration ceremony would definitely be grand.
Tuoba Cheng did not say anything. When everyone stood up, he held up his robe and strode towards the peak of the Nine Mystic Mountain.
The elites participating in the Nine Sect Competition also dispersed.
Han Muye and Lin Shen returned to the Sword Pavilion. Liu Hong carefully stepped forward.
Jiang Ming went down the mountain to deal with business matters.
Han Muye didn’t say much and went straight to the third floor.
“Everyone says that Senior Brother Han’s aptitude was damaged. What do you think?” Liu Hong saw Han Muye’s serious expression and asked Lu Gao and Lin Shen quietly.
Lin Shen turned to look at him.
“No, what I mean is, didn’t Senior Brother Han give us a pill that can improve our aptitude? How about we return it to him now?” Liu Hong’s hair stood on end under Lin Shen’s gaze.
Now that Lin Shen had fused more and more jade bones, the aura on his body became more and more solemn.
“Senior Brother Han has a lot of golden lotus seeds.” Lin Shen waved his hand and turned to leave the Sword Pavilion.
He has many golden lotus seeds?
Is the rumor true?
Liu Hong blinked a few times and heaved a sigh of relief.
How boring would it be if the Sword Pavilion lost Senior Brother Han…
Han Muye went up to the third floor and sat cross-legged in front of the long table.
Daoist Dayan and Zhao Yunlong landed beside him.
Han Muye stood still and sat quietly for several hours until the sun set and the sunlight shone on the Sword Pavilion.
“How do you think I should re-cultivate?”
Han Muye’s voice came faintly.
Daoist Dayan and Zhao Yunlong looked at each other and heaved a sigh of relief.
“Young Master, how are you going to choose?” Zhao Yunlong looked at Han Muye and asked softly.
