Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1296 - 1296 Revisiting the Old Profession, Observing Swords at the Sword Pavilion (4)

Chapter 1296 - 1296 Revisiting the Old Profession, Observing Swords at the Sword Pavilion (4)

1296 Revisiting the Old Profession, Observing Swords at the Sword Pavilion (4)

Seeing Du Changhai’s triumphant look, Zeng Tenghu felt a twinge of jealousy.

“Stop fooling around. Let’s settle this quickly,” a voice sounded from a distance.

A dark saber beam slashed towards the flying s.h.i.+p.

The saber beam extended for a thousand feet, seemingly intent on tearing the flying boat apart.

At the same time, the immortal light around the bronze-masked old man who was fighting Du Chen turned into a black streamer. He held a long banner in his hand, attracting black demonic light that enveloped Du Chen.

Even a Heaven Realm Nascent Soul realm cultivator could not escape from the demonic light for a moment.

“Clang—”

A longsword on the flying s.h.i.+p was unsheathed.

A flying sword slashed down, blocking the saber beam that was thousands of feet long.

The sword light was cold as it swept away the surrounding demonic light.

However, just as the flying sword blocked the saber beam, a black stream of light smashed down from afar.

He wanted to kill everyone on the flying s.h.i.+p.

“Let me see who dares to cause trouble like this,” Zeng Daniu, who was standing at the side of the s.h.i.+p, shouted. The surging blood qi in his body turned into the shadow of a towering bull.

“Buzz!”

The golden bull took a step forward and shattered the black demonic shadow.

Zeng Daniu shouted again, and the bull turned around, its horns picking apart the blade light that had been in confrontation with the flying sword.

“There’s an expert!”

Someone exclaimed, and the demon cultivators who were attacking hastily retreated.

Zeng Daniu laughed loudly. The bull’s phantom dispersed and condensed into a golden fist that smashed down ruthlessly.

“Bang!”

The demonic cultivator who was fighting Du Chen trembled, and the bronze mask on his face shattered.

The demonic aura on his body instantly dissipated, and a faint golden immortal light flickered.

“You’re not a demonic cultivator, but you’re pretending to be one. Are you deliberately framing me?” Zeng Daniu shook his head and said loudly, “Let me see what you are.”

His slightly hunched figure expanded and transformed into a burly man in his forties with bulging muscles.

Holding a huge golden hammer in his hand, Zeng Daniu was filled with a domineering aura.

His cultivation level also quickly rose. He went from the Heaven Realm Nascent Soul realm to the Out of Body realm and the Soul Formation realm. Then he broke through the Heaven Realm barrier and entered the Half-Sage realm.

He had become a sage by refining weapons!

Zeng Daniu immersed himself in the craft of refining on Scattered Stars Island. While he might not have possessed a vast breadth of knowledge, his true value lay in his precision and expertise.

Unbeknownst to him, his cultivation had actually reached the level of a Semi-Sage, all without him realizing it.

“A Human Immortal expert!” Someone in front exclaimed.

The hammer in Zeng Daniu’s hand smashed down fiercely, causing the world within a radius of 10 miles to rumble.

The cultivators surrounding the flying s.h.i.+p all spat out blood, their bodies dispirited.

“Haha, I’ll leave the rest to Deacon Lu.” Zeng Daniu laughed and retracted his aura, turning back into the hunched old man.

“Thank you, Senior Zeng.” A voice sounded from the cabin.

“Thank you, Senior Zeng.” Du Chen returned to the deck and bowed to Zeng Daniu.

He was only at the Nascent Soul realm, but Zeng Daniu was already a Half-Sage expert.

The difference between them was tens of millions of miles.

Zeng Daniu chuckled and patted Du Chen’s shoulder before walking into the intermediate cabin.

Du Chen hurriedly followed.

On the deck, Zeng Tenghu patted Du Changhai’s shoulder and walked forward with his hands behind his back.

Du Changhai trembled and followed with his head lowered.

The other children looked at each other and followed cautiously.

“Zeng Tenghu said that his ancestor once followed Sword Ancestor Muye. Is that true?” Someone muttered.

…

After all the trial disciples arrived in the Upper Heaven Region, they had to cultivate in the outer sect of the Sword Pavilion for three years before entering the Sword Pavilion mystic realm.

Three years later, those who stepped onto the stage and pa.s.sed the 10 stages could become official disciples.

After nine years of cultivation, he had ascended to the heavens overnight.

After Zeng Daniu sent Zeng Tenghu to the outer sect, he submitted an application to meet Sword Ancestor Muye.

Du Chen shamelessly followed Zeng Daniu and accompanied him to the Sword Pavilion to meet Sword Ancestor Muye.

After traveling for a thousand miles, they finally saw a golden nine-story tower.

Nine Essence Tower.

Sword Pavilion.

“It’s said that Sword Ancestor Muye was the Sword Caretaker guarding the Sword Pavilion back then.” Du Chen looked at the nine-story golden paG.o.da hanging high above the Sword Pavilion and whispered.

“This is the Nine Mystic Sword Pavilion, where the disciples of the sect receive their swords. No one is allowed to approach.” A voice sounded in front of the Sword Pavilion.

Liu Hong, who was wearing a green robe, walked out. When he saw Zeng Daniu and Du Chen, he grinned and said, “I’m Liu Hong, the Sword Caretaker of the Nine Mystic Sword Pavilion. Are the two of you here to receive swords or trade?”

Zeng Daniu’s face was filled with excitement as he cupped his hands and said, “I would like to see Sword Ancestor Muye.”

Liu Hong frowned and was about to speak when his expression suddenly changed. He waved his hand and said, “Go, Senior Brother is on the ninth level.”

With that, he muttered, “Sixth Brother, we can’t continue with this ‘revisiting the old profession’ act. None of them are here to receive swords; they’re all here to catch up.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Six, who was wearing a green robe, walked out of the Sword Pavilion with a smile on his face and looked at Du Chen, who was standing at the foot of the stone steps.

“Fellow Daoist, are you here to receive your sword?”

He rubbed his right index finger and thumb gently and said softly, “A supreme-grade spiritual rock.”