Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 52: I’m Lin Chongxiao. Greetings, fellow Daoist.

When he saw Instructor Lin Shen again, Han Muye almost did not recognize him.

The tall, strong, and heroic-looking Instructor Lin was now thin and unshaven. His eyes were sunken and his cheekbones were protruding.

The martial suit on him seemed too large as if he was about to float.

“Instructor Lin, you…”

Han Muye felt a little guilty.

If not for him being a busybody, Instructor Lin would still be Instructor Lin. He would draw his sword and shatter rocks.

But a few words from him had destroyed his Dao heart and destroyed the Dao that he had persisted on for so many years.

Although he knew that Lin Shen’s Dao heart would still be destroyed after swinging his sword thousands of times, he could still immerse himself in it for a few more years, right?

“Hehe, I don’t blame you.” Lin Shen laughed, and a hint of color appeared on his shriveled face.

“I just came to talk to you.”

Lin Shen smelled of alcohol.

Han Muye looked around, stepped out of the Sword Pavilion, and then sat on the stone steps.

According to the rules of the Sword Pavilion, no one was s allowed to enter unless they were receiving a sword.

Lin Shen sat beside him.

“Really, I don’t blame you.”

“I know. It was just a foolish thought.”

Lin Shen sighed softly and looked into the distance.

“I only used this method to stop myself from thinking too much.”

Han Muye nodded and said, “Instructor Lin, who told you this cultivation method?”

This method was not only a method of bitter cultivation, but also a torture to the mind.

The key was that Lin Shen was not a fool.

What kind of person’s words would make him believe them?

Even if his master told him, he might not believe him completely.

He remembered that Lin Shen, Xu Ming, and Zhao Pu were all from the same sect. Lin Shen should also be a disciple of Three Stones House.

Tuoba Cheng was a generous person. He probably wouldn’t let Lin Shen cultivate any methods to wield a million swords.

“It’s my big brother.”

Lin Shen directly answered.

“You’ve only been in the sect for a short time, so you don’t know my big brother Lin Chongxiao’s reputation.”

“The master at Three Stones House still doesn’t have a direct disciple because of my big brother.”

Lin Shen’s voice was low as he said softly, “Back then, my big brother entered the inner sect as the number one outer sect disciple. He took up a challenge of 12 matches in a day and entered the top 100 of the inner sect.”

“Master took him in as a direct disciple and said that within ten years, he will be nurtured into a direct disciple of the Earth-type lineage.”

Direct disciples were qualified to become sect elders.

As expected, every direct disciple would step into the Earth Realm.

Among the five lineages of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, it was rare for one to become a direct disciple.

“Then, your big brother…” Han Muye said softly,” Has he become a direct disciple? ”

Although there were some things that were not easy to ask, he still had to ask.

How could Han Muye not have heard of the famous direct disciple?

If he hadn’t heard of it, he naturally didn’t become one.

“12 years ago, during the battle in the Blazing Demon Valley, our Sword Sect surpassed the Great Spiritual Sword Sect and became the third of the four major sword sects.”

“Master Tuoba Cheng used his phenomenal sword intent to slash open the mountain and injure the Great Elder of the Blazing Demon Valley, Hu Taisheng, and killed Qin Ci, the elder who had the highest chance of becoming a Golden Core cultivator of the Great Spiritual Sword Sect.”

A glow flashed in Lin Shen’s eyes.

Han Muye seemed to have witnessed the image of countless sword cultivators charging forward, the sword light shattering the sky and the mountains and rivers.

They cultivated in that heavenly secret.

This heavenly secret was obtained from the sword in his palm.

They had to compete with others and the heavens.

“In that battle, our Sword Sect lost three Earth Realm deacon elders and seven direct disciples.”

“Master’s sword intent has been greatly damaged and has not recovered for 12 years.”

“My big brother, he is one of the seven direct disciples who died.”

The muscles on Lin Shen’s face twitched, and tears flickered in the corners of his eyes.

Suppressing his grief, he took a deep breath.

“At that time, I was in front of Big Brother. He asked Master to take me in as his disciple.”

“Then he told me to swing my sword a million times and shatter the mountains.”

Placing the large sword diagonally across his knees, Lin Shen rubbed his palm on the hilt of the scabbard.

“My aptitude is far inferior to Big Brother’s…”

“I only want to cultivate all the way until I reach the realm Big Brother mentioned.”

At this point, he shook his head and chuckled. “Brother Han, thank you for enlightening me.”

“I should have resigned myself to my fate.”

Then he stood up and looked up at the words “Sword Pavilion” above his head.

“I’m not doing sword cultivation anymore.”

“Back then, I brought this big brother’s sword out of the Sword Pavilion. Now, I’m returning it.”

Reluctantly, he stroked the sword again. Holding it with both hands, he handed it to Han Muye.

Han Muye stood up and pondered for a moment before taking the sword.

He reached out and grabbed the sword he had once held. With a clang, he pulled it out.

“The sword is undamaged and carefully maintained.”

“I’ve received a sword from a disciple of the Sword Sect.”

Lin Shen’s gaze fell on the sword. Then he took a deep breath and turned to leave.

“Instructor Lin, if you don’t continue with sword cultivation, where will you go from here?”

Han Muye asked.

“I’m returning home.”

“My little sister’s cultivation talent is better than mine. I’d better go home and carry on the family line and be a rich man.”

Lin Shen swayed and strode away.

Knowing that he had disappeared into the mountain path, Han Muye turned around.

Standing at the entrance of the Sword Pavilion, Lu Gao’s gaze landed on the sword in Han Muye’s hand.

“Senior Brother Han, I’ve heard the story of Lin Chongxiao.”

“The Three Stones’ Green Tiger has a very good reputation.”

Han Muye nodded.

Lu Gao carefully glanced at Han Muye’s expression and said in a low voice, “Sometimes, one has to resign themselves to fate when it comes to cultivation.”

“I’ve never thought of becoming an outer sect disciple in my life.”

He opened his mouth and pressed his hand to his chest. “I just want to earn more. When I’m older, I’ll go down the mountain, get married, and have a few children. Then I’ll let them go up the mountain to cultivate.”

Han Muye looked up at him.

“Well, Senior Brother Han, you have a great opportunity and great talent. You will definitely have a smooth path.” Thinking of how Han Muye could not become a disciple of the Sword Sect because of his lack of talent, Lu Gao quickly changed his words.

Compared to his aptitude, Han Muye might not be as high as him.

If he had given up, what about Han Muye?

“Brother Lu, cultivation is not difficult,” Han Muye said softly. Then, without waiting for Lu Gao’s answer, he walked straight into the Sword Pavilion.

With the sword in his hand, he walked deeper into where the wooden swords were placed.

Although this sword was not a spiritual artifact, it was a heavy sword that contained a lot of spiritual materials.

He walked to an empty wooden shelf and placed the sword on it.

Looking at this heavy sword, Han Muye seemed to see a young sword cultivator with soaring sword Qi sweeping through the outer sect and entering the top 100 of inner sect.

He watched as this young man shone with his talents and died in a bloody battle.

Unconsciously, Han Muye’s palm landed on the hilt of his sword.

Images came to him.

The burly Instructor Lin waved his sword and slashed with all his might.

The Mystic Origin Sword Technique Rock Shattering.

Mystic One Sword Technique, Mountain Crusher.

Han Muye had seen this scene before.

Gripping the hilt tightly, sword Qi poured into his sea of Qi.

“Hum—”

The sword vibrated.

A streak of sword Qi.

Ten streaks.

100 streaks.

1,000 streaks!

“Boom—”

The image in Han Muye’s mind suddenly exploded. Then, a young man holding a large sword stood there.

“I’m Lin Chongxiao. Greetings, Fellow Daoist.”