Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 2192: 948, Where is Han Muye?
 

Sword light slashed down, the Flowing Light on the high platform exploded, and the wind and clouds surged violently.

Two three-foot-long swords invoked the intersecting power of the origin great Dao around them, causing the spectators below to feel a vibration of their souls, their eyes barely keeping up.

This was the way of the sword, vastly different from the open and close combat of fists and feet seen before.

“Clang.”

“Clang.”

The collision of swords, ignited by the origin power, exuded azure, red, and icy coldness, making the cultivators in the stands feel a chill throughout their bodies.

“Within the Prime Origin Realm, both of these individuals are absolutely powerful.”

Watching the sword light, someone muttered in awe.

“That’s natural, with such sword methods, it shouldn’t be difficult to earn a merit token in the battle for Heaven’s mandate.”

Someone observed the two sword lights, a flicker of intent visible in their eyes.

In truth, there weren’t many genuine life-and-death fights on the Point Commander Platform, most were about displaying one’s own and one’s side’s strength to attract more cultivators under their command.

This battle was also to showcase one’s own combat strength.

The two individuals on the platform fought briefly, display their power, then stopped by mutual consent.

Liao Qingfeng nodded towards the opposite swordsman, Han Muye, his face wearing a slight smile, “Brother Yu’s strength is extraordinary, Liao admires it.”

The man opposite, Yu Canghe, also smiled, gave a nod and then turned his head to look downwards, loudly declaring his willingness to recruit three hundred fellow cultivators.

He leapt down from the platform, and many followed him.

On the platform, Liao Qingfeng looked around and said loudly, “My Five Orthodox Sword Sect needs to recruit—”

Before he could finish, a booming sound erupted, charging toward the Point Commander Platform.

Liao Qingfeng raised his hand, thrusting his sword, striking a dark green shield.

“Clang—”

The shield was unharmed. Liao Qingfeng’s whole body shook, he stepped back three steps, his face turning pale.

On the Point Commander Platform, a man clad in half black armor landed, holding the shield, his expression indifferent.

Seeing this man, everyone below was taken aback.

More people observed the black armor on the man, a hint of fear flashing in their eyes.

This was the Immortal Dynasty’s soldier armor, which no one but Immortal Dynasty soldiers were permitted to wear.

Although the cultivators of sects had respectable combat strengths, they had no rights to wear this battle armor of the Immortal Dynasty.

The one who had come to the Point Commander Platform was a soldier of the Immortal Dynasty.

Could it be that the Immortal Dynasty’s army was also recruiting?

Impossible.

The Immortal Dynasty never lacked soldiers. Ordinary sect cultivators wanting to become an Immortal Dynasty soldier, even as a lowly third-rank combat soldier, required many procedures.

“Liao Qingfeng, when you were recruiting for the Five Orthodox Sword Sect, did you ask for this young master’s opinion?”

A voice resonated through the half air.

A man dressed in cloud-white Daoist robe, wearing a jade-colored Tall Crown, embodying a celestial-like spiritual light, slowly descended—a man in his thirties.

Such attire and stature were somewhat different from those blood-essence rich cultivators below.

“He Chengyang!” Liao Qingfeng exclaimed at the sight of the newcomer.

“Buzz—”

The black-armored soldier holding the shield, his Short Spear vibrating, pointed at Liao Qingfeng and shouted, “How dare you address Young Master Yang by his name?”

Young Master Yang of the Cloud Heaven Dao Gate, He Chengyang from the Extreme Dao Realm.

The youth of his generation might not match the seniors in cultivation, but they possess potential.

Most powerhouses prefer supporting the younger generation with potential.

He Chengyang from the Cloud Heaven Dao Gate was precisely such a promising emerging talent.

“It’s him.”

“Heard about it, seems quite active within the campsite.”

Some around spoke up, others shook their heads.

The Heaven’s Mandate campsite in Shenhe Prefecture of Wuling Continent gathered tens of millions of soldiers, countless formidable beings, and for an Extreme Dao Realm individual to gain some local fame was already quite rare.

Liao Qingfeng, looking at the iron-armored soldier ahead and He Chengyang, who stood with his hands behind his back, had a grave expression and remained silent.

This kind of direct provocation on the Point Commander Platform was rare and could easily make enemies.

But with such provocation, Liao Qingfeng couldn’t erupt—he didn’t dare.

He wasn’t afraid of the Extreme Dao Realm’s He Chengyang, but he was wary of the soldier in iron armor, possessing Prime Origin power.

Clad in such armor signifies one’s identity as part of the Immortal Dynasty’s military.

“Liao Qingfeng, I have given you opportunities,” said He Chengyang, looking at Liao Qingfeng with an indifferent face showing a hint of a cold smile.

“Submit to my Cloud Heaven Dao Gate, serve under my command, or else you and everyone from the Five Orthodox Sword Sect won’t leave alive.”

He Chengyang’s voice carried confidence and an irresistible threat.

Liao Qingfeng’s expression changed continuously, but he dared not refuse outright.

“Liao Qingfeng, I give you ten breaths’ time. Will you join my Cloud Heaven Dao Gate?” He Chengyang did not give Liao Qingfeng any chance to hesitate, shouting loudly.

“Cloud Heaven Dao Gate?”

“Right, didn’t the people from Cloud Heaven Dao Gate already arrive?”

“It seems they have someone leading them. Isn’t this Young Master He Chengyang the leader of Cloud Heaven Dao Gate?”

Someone in the crowd spoke up.

This statement slightly startled He Chengyang on the stage.

People from his own sect have arrived?

“Young Master!”

A joyous shout came from below, and a figure stepped up.

People from the Cloud Heaven Dao Gate.

Not just one person, at least ten disciples of the Cloud Heaven Dao Gate leaped onto the Point Commander Platform, bowing to He Chengyang.

This scene was somewhat spectacular.

“You’ve come quite promptly,” He Chengyang waved his hand, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, then his eyes narrowed.

“Where are the people from the All-Encompassing Sword Sect?”

The leading disciple raised his hand, passing up a jade wall.

He Chengyang accepted the jade wall, his eyes swept over it, and he let out a cold laugh.

He looked down, his gaze landing on the area where Han Muye and his group stood.

“Dare the mere All-Encompassing Sword Sect contest the rights of my Cloud Heaven Dao Gate?”

“Without my needing to act, what should belong to my Cloud Heaven Dao Gate cannot be taken by anyone.”

He handed the jade wall to the iron-armored giant next to him, saying loudly, “Uncle Wu, please visit my uncle and have him come to the Nine Five Two Eight Camp to retrieve the camp establishment token.”

“Also, take that Han Muye into custody as well.”

After speaking, he let out a long laugh, flicked his sleeves, and flew away.

“Liao Qingfeng, if you do not come to submit, the fate of the Five Orthodox Sword Sect will be just like the All-Encompassing Sword Sect.”

Throughout, He Chengyang did not even glance directly at Han Muye and the All-Encompassing Sword Sect members behind him.

In his presence, these people didn’t even qualify to be looked at directly.

“Master,” Su Juesheng looked at Han Muye, his expression slightly gloomy.

“I’ve inquired around. He Chengyang’s uncle, Yu Rongkai, is a ninth-grade caretaker commander, leading a hundred soldiers in the camp.

“He Chengyang has the backing of the Immortal Dynasty. It’s said that this campaign for the Heavens is to help his uncle earn the opportunity to become a Heaven Suppressing Guard.”

Young Master Yang of Cloud Heaven Dao Gate has the backing of the Immortal Dynasty, not someone just anyone can compare with.

The others all looked at Han Muye.

Han Muye’s expression remained calm as he turned and headed towards his own camp.

Returning to the camp, many from the Cloud Heaven Dao Gate had already gathered together, spreading the word about their Young Master’s intention to gather military authority.

Many cultivators who followed were visibly hesitant.

Should they continue following the All-Encompassing Sword Sect, or follow Young Master Yang?n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

“Where is Han Muye?”

“The All-Encompassing Sword Sect’s camp registration does not comply with regulations. Han Muye, come with us.”

Outside the camp, a troop of soldiers clad in black armor approached swiftly.

Xu Zhichu and the others stood up, their expressions tense.

“I am Han Muye.” Han Muye stepped out of the tent, then turned around and passed his three-foot-long sword to Zhang Mingyuan.

“While I am away, with this sword, command the disciples of the All-Encompassing Sword Sect.”

The three-foot-long sword, Lu Yue.

This was the sword that represented Han Muye’s identity.

Unknown to outsiders, this was his true body.